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Dr. Science sez a jizz a day keeps docs away

Men! Get your lube out and show this to anyone in your life who disapproves. I've been saying this for years (based on previous studies which suggested same) but now the HARD facts are in: jerking off is one of the best daily health routines a man can perform to stave off that demon cancer.

Masturbation may prevent prostate cancer

Frequent masturbation may help men cut their risk of contracting prostate cancer, Australian researchers have found. It is believed that carcinogens may build up in the prostate if men do not ejaculate regularly, BBC News reported on Wednesday. The researchers surveyed more than 1,000 men who had developed prostate cancer, and 1,250 men who had not. They found that men who had ejaculated the most between the ages of 20 and 50 were the least likely to get cancer. Men who ejaculated more than five times each week were a third less likely to develop prostate cancer.

Sexual intercourse may not have the same effect because of the higher risk of contracting a sexually transmitted disease...

Category: Sexual Health
Posted on 4/22/2008 10:36:58 PM by Gloria Brame

Garden, garden, garden

It's a perfect day in Athens. Absolutely perfect. I went into the garden a couple of hours after waking, just walked in to check voicemail and email, and plan to go back out and stay there until the sun sets or I run out of energy, whichever comes first. Moving and dividing the gigantic canna bed yesterday was very labor-intensive so today I'm focusing on a hundred smaller projects I've been meaning to get to. Among other things, even though I didn't even grow coleus last year, some plants from two seasons ago reseeded so freely I've got a gezillion coleus seedlings popping up in a path, right through the gravel. Jen pointed it out to me last week and I groaned: excavating 2-3 inch seedlings from gravel, not a whole lotta fun. But it wasn't as hard to do as expected, and I salvaged a few dozen. Which is good cuz our lawn men arrive this week and would no doubt have killed them.

There's still about 50-100 cannas out there to move (agh!) but they'll wait until our backs are more rested. Anyone in or near Athens who would like to join me in this madness is welcome to come and cart off enough plants to get an entire small garden going. Want cannas? Ha. It's gotten utterly redonkulous how much we've got to give away!

Blooming now Chez Brame: irises of all types, azaleas and rhodies, some very late perverted tulips (way too warm for tulips yet here they are), lorapetulum, dicentra (aka bleeding hearts), creeping rosemary, the blue flowers whose name I always forget, vinca (the big vining groundcover), phlox, and a handful of bulbs that should've finished by now (anemones, muscari, especially) but are still pretending it's early spring. I won't count the annuals I've recently stuck hither and yon for early color since my real goal is to make the garden all perennial all the time. Otherwise, there are about a thousand plants out there coming in so strong I can't wait to see what it looks like here in a month. Did I mention I've got tons to give away? :)

I'll get back to sex soon.

Category: Pleasures of the Garden
Posted on 4/21/2008 11:25:37 PM by Gloria Brame

Best dog quotes and garden news

Jen found two fantastic quotes about dogs
"You think dogs will not be in heaven? I tell you, they will be there long before any of us" ~ Robert Louis Stevenson

"I have sometimes thought of the final cause of dogs having such short lives and I am quite satisfied it is in compassion to the human race; for if we suffer so much in losing a dog after an acquaintance of ten or twelve years, what would it be if they were to live double that time?" ~Sir Walter Scott

We're doing much better. We gardened ourselves to the point of exhaustion yesterday and came in feeling happy and whole. Will undertook the monstrous task of excavating a stand of giant cannas that were about to eat the garden. Some of the original bulbs were about 16" in diameter (!!). We then relocated them (significantly divided) to a new, tilled bed by the driveway, and to another stretch of newly tilled soil at the edge of the woods, behind our burn-pit. Last year some of these cannas were about 8 feet tall. I'm hoping they'll be even more robust in their new spots. My rural community is known as "city of cannas" and, with any luck, this year anyone driving by will see our community spirit.

We have lots more work to do out there--I've let most everything mature in its spot for 2-3 years and the reward now is that everyone is super healthy -- so healthy they've wildly outgrown their spaces. This will be a season of dividing. I've reached the point where I no longer NEED to buy new plants to fill in the scape. Now I've got to move everything around and fill in spare spots with overflow perennials. It's been five years in the making but my original vision for the garden is finally starting to emerge.

Meanwhile, Jen's vision of an edible paradise is about to bear fruit, literally. It's been a great spring and the garden is loving it. Looks like we are going to have amazing crops of figs, blueberries, raspberries, strawberries, and asparagus this year. We are totally stoked!

More gardening today. The weather is divine. I feel Bobo in the garden with me. I can almost see him running around, keep an eye on me, with that oddly perverted grin on his face that sometimes made him look like a dirty old man.

It's all good. I'm starting to feel good that I had the chance to live with such a great, kooky dog.

Categories: Autobiographical Urges Pets and Animal Love Pleasures of the Garden
Posted on 4/21/2008 11:24:39 PM by Gloria Brame

Grieving Bobo: random thoughts

A few more things I need to say and then Will and I are going out to the garden to work as hard as we can.

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On the last day of his life, when I gave him the last walk I'll ever give him, Bobo stopped to smell all the pretty new flowers planted outside the vet's office -- and made sure to pee wherever other dogs had peed, with a truly gleeful look on his face.

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On the floor of the operatory, I managed to scoot around and position myself so Bobo could rest his head on my chest. I told the vet it was his favorite thing in the world, what I call "the boobie hug." Yes, when it came to human ladies, Bobo was totally a breast man, and totally loved burying his head in my rack (and Jen's too). Then, softly in his ear, so only he could hear, I sang him his favorite song, one I've sung a thousand times since he was a little pup: "You Are My Sunshine." I always change the last line from "please don't take my sunshine away" to "please don't take my Bobo away." Though he was barely conscious, he smiled and sighed when I did. Will believes that Bobo said his goodbyes to us then.

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I thought we'd have Bobo cremated but Will wanted to bury him on our land, near Malachi, our darling cat who also died unexpectedly last year. Will wanted a grave to visit, and wanted to dig it himself. When we got home, my Herculean husband (if you've never seen Will, well, he's a cross between a bear and a weight-lifter in frame) took a pick-axe and a shovel, and asked me to pick a spot. I chose one between Malachi's grave and a flowering dogwood. Then I had to go inside and talk to some clients, as I had a long-standing appointment scheduled. When I was finished, I came back out: Will had dug an enormous hole in the tough Georgia red clay, and had also excavated some boulders to build a cairn. We put Bobo's favorite toys (including a few he'd eviscerated as a puppy, and which I'd saved), his collar and tags, and his favorite treats in the grave with him. I said a prayer and threw down a handful of dirt (as Jews do when they bury their dead), then we shared the work in filling in the grave and covering it with rocks. It is a very fine grave, in a spot in the woods that Bobo often visited. And then the sun broke through the clouds that had covered the sky all morning, and the garden glittered with light.

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Bobo died as the sun set and Passover 2008 began. As a lapsed/non-practicing Jew, and a person who doesn't believe in organized religion altogether, Jewish holidays are not very important to me. But I am still a Jew -- and much of my Jewish identity derives from my family's history, as survivors of the Nazi Holocaust. Bobo died on Passover. But more importantly he died on the eve of April 19th. This is the date of the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising (April 19, 1943); a date which has always held profound meaning for myself and my parents, who were born and raised in Warsaw and were friends with some of the martyrs who died in a spontaneous, doomed effort to defy Nazi occupation. The confluence of Pesach, April 19th and Bobo's passing was emotionally overwhelming. Life and death and survival: all wrapped up in 24 hours of grief.

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Blogging about Bobo helped. The kind words on the blog, and phonecalls and emails, helped beyond all reckoning. Gardening a little yesterday helped. But what seemed to help more than anything was therapy. Some clients in crisis needed extra help this weekend, plus I had some regular therapy sessions to deal with as well. Helping other people -- shutting down my own grief, focusing on the living, on people who have needs in the here and now, giving me something useful and positive to do in taking care of them -- was balm to my soul. Helping them helped me more than anything else I could have ever done for myself.

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And finally....and to me, maybe the most poignant and bittersweet and mystical thing of all....

Among the many things we offer the wild birds is a small hand-made cage containing fluff and hair and other tiny bits of softness the birds can use to cushion their nests. This year, I saved a big ball of Bobo fur and stuffed it in the cage, figuring they would be delighted by it. It sat out there totally neglected for months. When we got home from bringing Bobo in for surgery I glanced out the window and noticed a little bird holding a ball of his fluff in its beak before flying off. I looked at the cage and was amazed and delighted to see it had been picked clean. OMG. When did that happen? I check it almost every day. Pretty soon baby birds wild be born into a world made soft by Bobo fur. I was so happy about it. After he died later that day, I couldn't stop thinking that little bird. Even though he is gone, Bobo will still be protecting a new generation of the little creatures who live here.

Categories: Autobiographical Urges Pets and Animal Love
Posted on 4/21/2008 3:16:08 AM by Gloria Brame

Grieving Bobo: stages of grief

Bobo's death hit me hard not just because the death of someone you love is so painful, but because I was so completely invested in believing that the surgery would extend his life and that he would be home with us in a few hours, feeling better than he had in many months.

In his honor, two naked posts today, naked in the sense of personal and emotional.

I haven't gone through all five stages of grief -- there was no bargaining -- but my grief did track the Kubler-Ross model.

Denial: even as we held him in our arms, even though he was so obviously sinking rapidly, struggling for every breath, I couldn't believe he would die. If we gave him just a little more blood, a little more time, I was sure he'd pull through. When the vet called to say there was no longer any hope I still asked her to give him one more hour, sure that there was still a chance for him to rally. And when she called to say he had passed on his own, a part of me believed it couldn't be true, that he would surprise her and suddenly move again, and that by tomorrow, we'd be laughing and celebrating (as we have many times before) his magical mysterious power to keep on going even when all the odds were against him.

Anger: though we saw the vet just working her heart out for him, doing everything and more that could be done, I blamed her. She had killed my dog. The operatory was a pigsty. He should have had more pre-surgery tests. There should have been a more human standard of health care. She killed him. I hated her, I hated her office, I hated her staff, and I hated the fact that veterinary care is so inferior to the lengths we go to to save human lives. I fantasized about building vet hospitals where animals are treated like people, with soft cozy beds and sterile conditions.

Depression: there was nothing anyone could say that could change how I felt. We're all going to die, and maybe as suddenly, unexpectedly, as Bobo. Maybe on the drive home our car would jump the road and land in a ditch. What was the point of anything? While we were hugging Bobo, a rescue lady brought in a miserable elderly stray beagle with an inoperable tumor. The vet sobbed when she put him down, mascara running down her cheek as she knelt on the floor with us to check Bobo's heart-rate for the millionth time.

Acceptance: it was Bobo's time. Maybe he'd been trying to tell us that for the last few weeks. Maybe he had tried hard to keep going just for us, despite the pain he was experiencing. He was the most loyal devoted dog in the world. Maybe he did what I've always feared he would: keep going because he knew Mom and Dad couldn't let him go. He was not scared of dying. We were the ones who were scared. He was as brave and dignified and loving in death as he had been throughout his life. I had to accept his death the way he did: it was his time. It was okay. Death is a part of life. He knew that. He was much wiser, more mature, more stoic, than I will ever be.

The step I skipped was "bargaining." There was no time to bargain, though while I held him I did beg God for one thing: on the eve of Passover, please let death pass over my Bobo and go to another door.

Category: Pets and Animal Love
Posted on 4/21/2008 3:15:13 AM by Gloria Brame

Bobo Brame: 1996 - 2008

Too sad for words. This is how I will always remember him.

Categories: Autobiographical Urges Pets and Animal Love
Posted on 4/19/2008 11:52:14 AM by Gloria Brame

A long night ahead

We just spent a couple of hours at the vet's. Bobo had a significant set-back requiring a blood transfusion, and we had to race there to be by his side, just in case. Lots of encouragement and cuddling and reassurances...can't say for sure that they helped but he finally stabilized. He was responsive to our love, and definitely recognized us. Maybe it helped him. When the call came, we literally raced out the door so we're back now for a little bit to feed/walk the furry babies. (Jen is out of town for the weekend, alas, so isn't here to help.) The doctor will call if anything changes; we'll head back once we've fed everyone (including ourselves). It's going to be a long night of watching and waiting. We haven't lost hope. I'll log back in when I know something more concrete. (And thanks in advance for any good vibes you can send Bobo's way.)

Categories: Autobiographical Urges Pets and Animal Love
Posted on 4/19/2008 11:51:16 AM by Gloria Brame

Erotic Art Friday - 04/18/08: John Lennon

If you don't know who John Lennon is (or was), then I can't help you.

Considered outrageous and pornographic at the time, the erotic visual art Lennon created or collaborated on through drawings and posed photographs remains a remarkablly individualistic artistic statement on sexuality. Many of his nude poses were political in nature (particularly the time he and Yoko shacked up in a hotel room, inviting the press in to photograph them lounging under the sheets as a personal protest-cum-performance-art to protest the war in Vietnam). He knew the personal was political. And he grasped the power of nakedness: if nothing else, it makes people look. One may infer that he likely took pleasure in exhibitionism and frightening the (straight) horses. One should also infer that he had extraordinary courage to make himself so vulnerable to critics. He was true the only experimental artist among the Beatles, the one who pushed the envelope to the limit on his own terms. His art garnered lots of attention -- and lots of hostility too. To my bemusement when I was researching this show, I kept stumbling upon religious zealots who, to this day, see Lennon as an anti-Christ because of his nude, love-child, peacenik ways.

As best I could discern from attempts to pull together a good collection of his erotic drawings, his estate holds a tight rein on his work. I am always sympathetic to the efforts of living artists to control their own copyrights but less so when it comes to estates which maintain so morbid a grip over a dead artist's work that they force it into obscurity. Maybe Ono is embarrassed now by the explicit drawings of their sex life. Perhaps she's bitter about people other than herself making money off his memory. One thing for sure: if Rembrandt or Van Gogh's heirs had been as litigious as contemporary artists' heirs are, all their most famous paintings would be accessible only to collectors and auction houses. Yes, one can argue the relative merits of his talents, and whether he was a better musician than artist. That's not the point. You can't talk about John Lennon without talking about his political consciousness; and his visual art was inextricably linked to that consciousness. This suppression, repression or perhaps jealous shielding of John Lennon's erotic art amputates his artistic legacy and the true history of his life. Put in plain English: ohhhhhhhhhhh Yoooookoooooooooooo, let it go already. John Lennon belongs to history now.

Anyway, after the cut, a dozen or so of the drawings I did find, and a few more images of the artist and his wife in their salad days. Here they are, giving peace--and marriage--a chance.

photographer: Bob Gruen

photographer: Annie Leibovitz

A few of Lennon's famous doodles

From "Bag One," a portfolio of erotic drawings by Lennon

Category: Sex and Arts
Posted on 4/18/2008 2:11:42 PM by Gloria Brame

Update on Bobo

The vet just called. He's awake! Said Bobo had no problems coming out of anesthesia. Yay!! The downside: it was a long and difficult surgery because the tumor was "very vascular." He lost a LOT of blood and is very woozy, so can't come home until this evening. They warned me that he is a total Frankenpuppie too, since they had to staple him like crazy. Also, apparently he's going to ooze disgustingness for a while, so now we're trying to figure out how to protect carpets, furniture and bedding. Bleh. But woozy, oozy, who cares as long as he will recuperate to enjoy his life fully again. I'll update again when he's home safe and sound.

Categories: Autobiographical Urges Pets and Animal Love
Posted on 4/18/2008 2:10:50 PM by Gloria Brame

Intimations of Delayed Gratification

My apologies to anyone disappointed that I didn't get my usual Thursday late night "intimations of immorality" image up. I've been going back and forth in my mind on whether or not to run an erotic art show this week. I'm feeling kind of bummed. Our eldest dog, Bobo, the first dog I've ever owned, is undergoing cancer surgery today. In fact, the vet is probably working on him right now. It isn't the cancer I'm worried about -- fortunately, is very slow-growing and this surgery is a "debulking" of the tumor to relieve the pressure (and thus give him more years). But he's going under general anesthesia. Bobo's getting to be a pretty old fellow and older dogs don't always do too well with that. He has been through an astonishing number and intensity of medical interventions, starting at age 4, when he nearly died from a ruptured disk. He has always been a real champion about his seemingly endless series of afflictions, bouncing back every time and wagging his tail through most everything. At the ripe age of 11 1/2, though, I can't help feeling all kinds of anxious about whether he has the will to keep fighting.

He was acting pretty pitifully a couple of weeks ago (his seasonal allergies have been through the roof this year -- as you'll see below by the damage he's done to himself with incessant chewing and licking). But the vet put him on pain medications and antibiotics, and he's been acting sprightly and happy again the last few days. So we're hopeful that he still has lots and lots of fight left to get through many more years of life.

my poor old baby

All this to say that I didn't feel as jovial as usual last night, and didn't feel like forcing myself to kid around on the blog.

But after much thought this morning I've decided to go ahead with the art show anyway. Thinking about Bobo and where he'd be today, at first, made me feel like brushing off the show. But thinking about Bobo also always makes me remember how NOTHING, not even dire illnesses that must cause him the most hellish of discomfort, have EVER kept him down. I'm going to do a show. And with luck, by the end of the day, will be able to report that our little old baby is home.

Categories: Autobiographical Urges Pets and Animal Love Sex and Arts
Posted on 4/18/2008 2:09:51 PM by Gloria Brame

The dog house: gratuitous cuteness

A couple of readers have asked to see some new pics of our pups...as if I needed the encouragement :) These were snapped the other night. (Apricot poodle is Venus, and the black & white chinese crested is Apollo; our eldest dog, Bobo, was camera-shy). Hard to believe Apollo's only been here a few months. He and Venus are as inseparable as litter-mates. They have so much in common now, they even agree that our television choices are BORING. BTW, my feet are totally anchored under that cozy faux fur blanket that they love to snuggle on. Every night they make sure to claim some part of me as a pillow or bed before passing out. I can't move a muscle without waking them. Which, of course, is their diabolical plan. Keep the Mother Figure in helpless dog bondage!

Apollo a.k.a. Cujo, our enfant terrible, at rest.

Perhaps a bit more exciting was this trippy-dippy lunar moth that affixed itself to our kitchen window a couple of nights ago. Will got this incredible shot of the beautiful green beastie:

Categories: Autobiographical Urges Pets and Animal Love
Posted on 4/17/2008 6:02:19 PM by Gloria Brame

FOUND: orally erotic engraving

In case the Marilyn tape left a bad taste in your mouth, here's something truly delicious to refresh your palate.

(Anyone know who the artist might be?)

Category: Sex and Arts
Posted on 4/16/2008 9:24:39 PM by Gloria Brame

The Marilyn tape

Several people have emailed me (thanks guys) about this year's weirdest dead celebrity story, asking my opinion about the news that a secret sex tape showing Marilyn Monroe sucking someone off was sold to a private businessman for $1.5 million by the son of an FBI insider who claims it came from Hoover's (no-doubt plentiful) stash of illegal tapes.

Here's my opinion: a curse on Hoover. I only wish he (and Roy Cohn, too, by the way) had been completely outed in their lifetimes so the American public would have understood the depth of their hypocrisy and sociopathy then, when these men could have been stopped.

As for poor poor Marilyn, who once said of herself, "Big tits, big ass, big deal," and who was profoundly conflicted about her role as America's sex kitten, I feel tremendous pity that she continues to be so widely exploited by exactly the kind of people she feared and mistrusted in the first place. It disgusts me that somone earned $1.5 million off a tape that should never have been made in the first place. If he had any decency he would have destroyed it, not sold it. It saddens me that there was a bidding war for this ugly and completely non-consensual leer into her private life and that its sale gave the American public another opportunity to bask in the sunlight that apparently still shines for them out of poor Miss Monroe's long-decayed vagina. It is reassuring to know the businessman doesn't plan to sell copies on the Internet -- but neither is he destroying it. Which adds its own level of creepiness to the tale: what DOES he plan to do with it? Jerk off while watching it? Get a thrill of power from knowing HE has a piece of Marilyn's sexuality that no one else possesses? Creepy, creepy, creepy. Leave the poor woman alone already. There should be a statue of limitations on how long any one actress is supposed to fuel male masturbatory fantasies: she's been dead 50 years. This is some kind of a crazy necrophiliac obsession I simply do not get. Vanilla people can be sooo sick. Thank God I'm a wholesome sadomasochist. Consent and the right to privacy matter to me.

Category: Sex and Culture
Posted on 4/16/2008 9:23:41 PM by Gloria Brame

Mondo Bondo bitch

Interesting review of what, at first, sounded like a great indie film.

Minnesota filmmakers at the festival

Ropes, cuffs, nipple clamps, and all the miscellaneous tackle of America's most persistent sexual taboos (custard pies included) are the underdog protagonists of Mondo Bondo, Cane-Honeysett's immensely entertaining documentary about American bondage and its participants. Though bondage may not be the fearsome menace it was in the xenophobic days of American sexual antiquity, it is still a hush-hush underworld that is grievously misrepresented in popular culture as a subversive and often violent perversion.

....Mondo Bondo is an odyssey of breezy, winking confrontation, one that uses its humor and wit to knock the wind out of the prejudicial bluster of an American sexual mainstream and bring into restorative sunlight an artful practice that is as much about aesthetic as it is about sex.

So far so good....and then there was this:

"My film is about the B and D, not the S and M," he points out, referring to the acronym BDSM, which stands for bondage, domination, sadism, and masochism. "They are extraordinarily different. The B and D that I saw is an art form. When you see the rope work involved, it's exquisite. It's absolutely beautiful. But I also saw a guy get strung up and have his back slashed up with razorblades. Covered in blood. To me, that wasn't artful. It was blatant exhibitionism. I couldn't grasp it psychologically."

I wish people would learn to distinguish between their own personal takes on BDSM and reality. Just because he saw something he considered art doesn't make it art, any more than his inability to identify with an extreme masochist makes the masochist "a blatant exhibitionist." Huh? Is that a fancy-schmancy way of saying the hardcore masochist is fucked up? What if the bondage fans were role-playing for the camera while the slasher was experiencing a private ecstasy and bliss few can imagine? I think if you're making a documentary, that's the question you want answered -- what's real here? -- unless, of course, the whole film is a vanity enterprise about the things that personally turn you on. (coughing politely)

B&D and S&M are NOT "extraordinarily different." They are not, in fact, different at all. Look into the history of the terms and you will find that, not so terribly long ago, they were completely interchangeable. D&S, B&D, S&M -- those of us doing this stuff in the 80s and earlier never considered that someone who was doing B&D was different from people doing S&M. It was just a matter of what term you used to describe the same things. Most people picked up B&D, in fact, from the magazines and other publications of the (pre-Internet) day. Back then, S&M had such nasty connotations (serial killers, violent criminals), lots of perverts preferred a "softer" term to distinguish consensual kink from criminal behaviors.

If you look back at the SM rags of the 70s and 80s you'll see most magazines referred to B&D on their covers, while inside their pages, all the content was hardcore sadomasochism. All this "light domination" and "sensual domination" stuff has been a post-modern (post 90s) scene. In the 60s, 70s, and 80s, you were either serious about kink or you were not taken seriously. That may seem harsh today but that's just the way it was back then, when the "discipline" part of B&D always meant a helluva lot more than a light spanking.

In the 80s, some SM activists - most notably, Pat (now Patrick) Califia in Coming to Power - came along and said, HEY, instead of wimping out and looking for "softer" words to describe what we do, how about reclaiming the term for ourselves and not allowing other people to define what sadomasochism is or should be? Califia's discussion of reclaiming and liberating sadomasochism from the linguistic death grip of prudes and psychiatrists inspired me to decide that I would always forever after call myself a sadomasochist, and do so with pride. I am what I am, I am not afraid of it, and I don't care what other people who don't get it think that being a sadomasochist means. As the great Reggae song says, "who feels it knows it."

And then...and then...something happened on the Internet, where UseNet's alt.sex.bondage appeared, creating a safe space for a small serious group of people to network about SM. This founding group first came up with BDSM as a way to united all kinksters under one basic, community-loving kinky umbrella. Before too long, this community outgrew its own capability to keep the BS down. It soon became the repository for every clueless yet highly opinionated self-styled kink-expert to opine and, more often than not, bully other people. It was not a bad place if you had much too much time on your hands, and not enough real-life friends to occupy you, giving you the leisure and Asperger-like obsessiveness to analyze, parse, redefine, and essentially recreate reality according to your own narrow neurotic view (the same view that gave you all that leisure time in the first place). Usenet, home to alt.sex.bondage and alt.torture and alt.too.much.time.on.my.lonely.hands.

Oh, it had its moments. WIITWD was ok. WTF. Like BDSM, it was another umbrella term for everyone from latex nun fetishists to adults in diapers to the sadists who beat their slaves (*taking a small bow at this juncture*). Yeah. What it is that we do was all good.

But then things took a terrible detour when the term BDSM, designed to bring us together, was torn asunder. Broken up into its components, it was now redefined into three unique kinky camps. The very thing activists were trying to eradicate (the notion that one type of kink play is somehow superior to another) became the holy grail, implying that one type of relationship was somehow better or (far worse) more authentic than another. Instead of a big community of people who used to use the terms interchangeably, we now saw people trying to draw lines between one camp and another. It's opened the door to all kinds of self-hating behaviors within the scene, including people on one end sneering at "the slap and tickle set" and those on the other end feeling appalled and embarrassed by "the master/slave set."

As I see it, every time we break BDSM up and try to look at them as separate -- and not necessarily equal -- behaviors all we've done is to assimilate and promulgate the same prejudices the straight world has against us. Is it really better to bind than to cane? When you go into a straight courtroom filled with straight people do you think they will give you a break because you claim you do B&D and not S&M?

BDSM is a political term. It's rhetorical, not specific: it's a way of unifying a diverse population. It's a way for all kinky people to accept that whatever our differences in types and expression of kinky sex, we can and should work towards common goals because we face common struggles.

This director's uninformed assertion makes him look like a poseur, and makes me wonder how truly honest his film can be. I'd definitely see it if I get the chance. But now mainly to find out if the film itself is filled with such erroneous assumptions about BDSM.

Category: Sex and Culture
Posted on 4/16/2008 9:22:43 PM by Gloria Brame

McCain's misogynistic potty mouth

Well, this is pretty darn ugly. If he's apt to say things like this in front of a group of colleagues and reporters, one wonders what a fight at their house sounds like. Is Cindy McCain abused? Are their children hearing this crap? Do his daughters get to hear mom described as a cunt by dad on a regular basis?

Ah, yes: the candidate with the strong moral agenda. Tough on abortion -- but not on mental cruelty!

Author: McCain Called Wife Cunt, Trollop

In his book, The Real McCain, author Cliff Schecter claims that John McCain made extremely ugly remarks about his wife Cindy McCain during a tirade witnessed by three reporters and two aides. "At one point, Cindy playfully twirled McCain's hair and said, 'You're getting a little thin up there,'" Schechter writes. "McCain's face reddened, and he responded, 'At least I don't plaster on the makeup like a trollop, you cunt.' McCain's excuse was that it had been a long day.

But hopefully not as long as the day he loses the election.

Category: Sexual Politics
Posted on 4/16/2008 9:21:47 PM by Gloria Brame

On punishing a masochist

Great little article by my friend, the wondrously intelligent and super-sadistic Cleo DuBois, on a question that many SMers often struggle with:

How Do You Punish A Masochist, Anyway?

Also check out her excellent series of private, highly focused weekend intensives aimed at mentoring and coaching singles and couples in the fine and diverse arts of developing SM skills and building successful SM relationships.

Category: Sex and Sadomasochism
Posted on 4/16/2008 9:20:49 PM by Gloria Brame

FOUND: Penis garden

One day I awoke from a strange dream to find myself naked in a penis garden....

(Seriously, I have no idea where I found this, who created it, or what its really supposed to be depicting. Anyone got any ideas?)

Category: Sex and Arts
Posted on 4/16/2008 1:08:33 AM by Gloria Brame

FOUND: screw the bottle

Sweet twist on a universal theme. Also, another example of how the human mind can find virtually everything, including common objects, sexually suggestive and exploit that suggestiveness to create erotic art. According to the eBay antiquities dealer who's selling this (for a mere $865), one side is male and the other side is female. So I guess the corkscrew simultaneously reams them both in the ass. (Is there an Internet nomenclature for this perversion yet?) Also note the sock-garters, which means this piece probably dates back to the late 19th/early 20th century. And pardon me for noticing but check out the balls on this mini. Not bad for half a man, eh?

Category: Sex and Culture
Posted on 4/16/2008 1:07:35 AM by Gloria Brame

Blow jobs for Jesus a bust

I was both startled and somewhat gratified to see this link pop up as I was surfing around. As in, wow, there are hookers out there who are giving head and rimming for Jesus. How cool is that? You go, kooky post-modern Christian harlots! Suck that mighty sword and serve the Lord with a reverse cowgirl. Yeah. This new improved Jesus, the one who turns girls out for God, must have something going on. So filled with rapturous anticipation, I bopped over to

Hookers for Jesus

and...

OH NO. These aren't hookers FOR Jesus. There are ex-hookers trying to get other people to quit hooking and devote themselves TO Jesus. Same old Jesus, same old anti-sex crap. Talk about false advertising. This reminds me of those "abortion advice" clinics which turn out to be religious zealots brow-beating confused pregnant women into having babies.

Category: Sex and Spirituality
Posted on 4/16/2008 1:06:36 AM by Gloria Brame

Good Girl cover art

Thanks to Eagle for sending this link to a fantastic archive of "good girl art." I've done features on the fabulously funky pulp novel cover art that was popular in the 40s and 50s, and this site has a wonderful and huge collection of them. Click on the galleries to see overs arranged by theme.

from:

Good Girl Art: Vintage Paperbacks

Category: Sex and Arts
Posted on 4/16/2008 1:05:38 AM by Gloria Brame

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