Sunday, August 29, 2004
There are so many reasons to love San Francisco. The diversity of lifestyles, the activism, the creativity, the architectural aesthetics, the cosmopolitan feel of these 7 by 7 square miles. Though one thing I do miss about Southern California is the sight of bare skin on a sunny day. Thankfully I live in a part of the city that gets great weather. But I miss seeing the nicely tanned, bare legs of girls in cute summer outfits strolling down the sidewalk. The other day I was in the Castro. I dig this neighborhood because I can wear less without anyone caring. Yet even here there can be judgment. I was enjoying people-watching one day when a couple walked by on the street. The young woman was dressed rather daringly in little short shorts that revealed the beginning curve of her buttocks. After they passed, I noticed several other onlookers making faces of disapproval and laughing -- one guy with tattoos all over his arms and stretched out ear holes, as well as a couple of grungy butch girls. I bet if the boyfriend had been the one wearing the short shorts, nobody would have thought twice. It's ironic that those with counterculture style would act almost puritanically to an inkling of vanilla hoochiness. I suppose that sexiness without some sort of edge can get a little boring. But when the alternative simply becomes another uniform, then it's lost its point!
Monday, August 23, 2004
I had the pleasure of meeting Mistress Jessica Kane while playing at the Wicked Garden in Los Angeles. I was just browsing Max Fisch and saw that she has recently had serious medical issues come up and is in need of some community support. To see Mistress Gemini's posting on how to help, click here. Sending good vibes from up north. . .
Friday, August 20, 2004
I would like to pay homage to Mistress Clarissa, who recently retired from professional domination after over 3 years at The Gates. She will be sorely missed (pun intended!). More than anyone, Clarissa was there for me when I first started at The Gates. I not only got to sit in and observe her sessions. She went over and above what was customary by encouraging me to actively participate in those scenes, and generously shared some of her tribute with me for my involvement. That initial training and support laid the foundation for my growth as a domina. And she and I sure did have some fun double sessions together! I wish her the best of luck in all of her pursuits. I am sure with her irreverent sense of humor, quick wit and saucy style, she will make waves where ever she goes.
Friday, August 13, 2004
Thursday, August 12, 2004
The SM-themed film "The Secretary" was playing on the TV and I caught a few snippets between sessions. I've seen this movie before, and it never fails to impress me with its cleverness, sensitivity and humor, as well as the excellent performances. What I particularly like is how well it captures some of the underlying personal idiosyncrasies which often form the foundation of one's kinky lifestyle. There are some nice spanking scenes that certainly got my attention. And despite the fact (or perhaps because?) there are no real explicit sex scenes, I found it to be quite titillating. Repressed passion can be truly arousing. That's what I love about old films like "It Happened One Night," where the sexual tension is almost palpable. I can get so much more worked up watching these old-fashioned tales of courtship, romance and betrayal -- the forbidden and the taboo, and all those unspoken rules. The almost clinical dramatizations of intercourse I sometimes see in modern Hollywood movies often seems out of place. I say leave the rutting to movies with a triple X. They do it better anyway!