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FOUND: 1930s Dominatrix

Found this on eBay recently, artist unknown but dated  ca. 1930.  Except for the hairstyle, she looks shockingly contemporary, which I find exceedingly intriguing.

Category: FOUND
Posted on 11/12/2008 4:32:03 PM by Gloria Brame

FOUND: photo by Chris Dawe

Anyone know this artist? I love this luscious image.

Category: FOUND
Posted on 11/12/2008 4:31:06 PM by Gloria Brame

Testicular Ergonomics

Thanks to Stephen for pointing me to this rather, ummm, thoughtfully wrought piece of furniture for male geeks.

Link: It's About Time!: A Comfy Computer Chair - Geekologie.

Categories: Post-Modern Pop Culture Sex and Culture Sexual Health Sexual Humor
Posted on 11/12/2008 4:30:07 PM by Gloria Brame

When Spouses sneak out for kinky sex

My BDSM newsclipper sent me the link to an advice column where a writer asked about dealing with a kinky husband who has been cheating on her with prodommes. And weirdly, for some reason, my name was in it. Uh-oh. I guess the cat's out of the bag now, folks. I'm into BDSM!  *eyes popping*

 From the San Francisco Bay Guardian:

Dear Andrea:

I recently discovered that my husband of 15 years has secretly been participating in S-M activities. He has paid for the services of a dominatrix and has been meeting some dominant females on the Internet for whipping sessions. I am coping with the feelings of betrayal and have been getting counseling. I also have been reading up on the subject. The author Gloria Brame, who is into BDSM herself, gives insight into the varied range of S-M activities. I have been open to being a Mistress to my husband. Do you think there is hope for the relationship if one party is not really into it? I realize this BDSM stuff develops in the psyche early in life.

Love, Whiplashed

read the full piece, with advice.

Category: Sex and Sadomasochism
Posted on 11/12/2008 4:29:07 PM by Gloria Brame

Women v. Men shoppers

(Thanks to SP for sending this)

A store that sells new husbands opened where a woman may go to choose a husband. Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates:

You may visit this store ONLY ONCE! There are six floors and the value of the products increase as the shopper ascends the flights. The shopper may choose any item from a particular floor, or may choose to go up to the next floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the building!

So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband. On the first floor the sign on the door reads:

Floor 1 - These men Have Jobs.

She is intrigued, but continues to the second floor, where the sign reads:

Floor 2 - These men Have Jobs and Love Kids.

'That's nice,' she thinks, 'but I want more.' So she continues upward. The third floor sign reads:

 Floor 3 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, and are Extremely Good Looking.

 'Wow,' she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going. She goes to the fourth floor and the sign reads:

Floor 4 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Good Looking and Help With Housework.

'Oh, mercy me!' she exclaims, 'I can hardly stand it!' Still, she goes to the fifth floor and the sign reads:

Floor 5 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Gorgeous, Help with Housework, and Have a Strong Romantic Streak.

She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor, where the sign reads:

Floor 6 - You are visitor 31,456,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please. Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store.

PLEASE NOTE: To avoid gender bias charges, the store's owner opened a New Wives store just across the street.

The first floor has wives that love sex.

second floor has wives that love sex and have money and like beer.

The third, fourth, fifth and sixth floors have never been visited.

Category: Sexual Politics
Posted on 11/12/2008 4:28:09 PM by Gloria Brame

Foley: the hypocrisy goes on

Just read a close-up on Mark Foley, the disgraced Congressman who was hoist on his own pedophiliac petard when it was discovered that he was breaking the very law he authored to prevent skanks from preying on kids on-line.

Seems Mr. Foley has not learned a lesson from any of this: he's just working on perfecting his sociopathic spin on why it's fine for him to prey on minors, even though -- under the law he wrote and which got him into this jam in the first place -- other men would be arrested and prosecuted for the very same behaviors.

His excuse? What he really meant by the law was to protect children.  Not minors. So the fact that the boys he went after were minors isn't really a crime because, you know, they were practically legally old enough to suck his cock. Besides, the boys liked it. Yeah! Sure they did. That's why they complained about him and reported his activities to legal authorities.

Foley Breaks Silence on Sex Scandal

These were 17-year-olds, just months from being men, he insists.

"There was never anywhere in those conversations where someone said, 'Stop,' or 'I'm not enjoying this,' or 'This is inappropriate' ... but again, I'm the adult here, I'm the congressman," Foley said. "The fact is I allowed it to happen. That's where my responsibility lies."

Foley had built a national reputation as an advocate for tougher penalties against child sexual predators. As co-chairman of the Congressional Missing and Exploited Children's Caucus, he helped craft a law to protect children on the Internet.

Still, he said, there was no hypocrisy.

"The work I was doing was involving young children ... You know, you hear the term 'pedophile.' That is prepubescent," Foley said, noting a "huge difference" from lurid chats with teens on the brink of adulthood.

Wow! So does this mean Foley believes all the adults in the US currently in jail (or doomed to being registered sex offenders for life) for having relations with 16 and 17 year olds should be given the same "get out of jail free" card that Foley's GOP friends have granted him? 

Nah.  He just means that being Mark Foley means you don't have to take responsibility for being a world-class creep.

Categories: Post-Traumatic Tabloid Disorder Sex Laws and Crimes Sex On-Line Sexual Politics
Posted on 11/12/2008 4:27:11 PM by Gloria Brame

Soy Overdose makes women fuck like rabbits

I love Fox News' prim little headline for this bizarre story, but I hate the way they make you read the article to find out that soy is the miracle worker.

Meanwhile, what miracle exactly does it perform? Sounds like "boosting your libido" is a euphemism for turning you into a demented sex monkey.

Case Study: Eating This Will Boost Your Libido

...A woman who ate four pounds of soy for nearly one month ended up suffering from persistent sexual arousal syndrome, according to the study.

People with persistent sexual arousal syndrome often suffer from continual arousal in the pelvic region and must masturbate to release the pressure.

The woman, who was 44-years-old, suffered from PAS for 5 - 6 months. She had to masturbate an average of 15 times a day.

Well, God knows I've had fantasies of being forced to have 15 orgasms a day, but my clit shrivels at the thought of doing it for more than a day. Or two. Maybe three. Unless he was THAT good looking, then maybe four.

OK, I'm a clinical sexologist, and I shouldn't be so flip about PAS, which is a pretty horrific affliction. On the other hand, I'm a pervert and I can't help myself.

I couldn't figure out from this article if soy taken in moderate doses will produce more desirable results or if soy doesn't do fiddly-dee until you take so much that it sends your reproductive system into terrifying overdrive. Talk about a Hobson's choice.

Category: Sexual Health
Posted on 11/11/2008 6:10:30 PM by Gloria Brame

Great BDSM thread of the week

My message boards are not consistently busy, but when a thread gets going, it really gets meaty! 

This thread began with a request for help from a new member, Melissa.

I had a master for 2 years and then we had to go our separate ways since I was moving. I have been out of the lifestyle for about 2 years now. I want to get back into the lifestyle again and my boyfriend used to be in the lifestyle also. He is eager to get back into the lifestyle also though.

I can't seem to open up and obey to my current boyfriend. We have been together for over a year and I have total trust in him. I just can't seem to open up and give in completly. I don't know why. I have gotten very stubborn and if I don't want to do something I won't. I have never been like this before. How can I open myself back up to get into the lifestyle again. I really want this. PLEASE HELP.

Read Opening Up

In ye olde days, we had a term for subs who find it difficult to surrender control, even though it is their heart's desire to do exactly that. Resistance.  It is the fairly common experience of a submissive's ego and social conditioning creating a mental block against surrendering to their emotional hunger for a dominant's complete control.

Though resistance takes a reasonably common form, solutions are as unique and complex as the individuals themselves. As with everything in BDSM, finding your own place of peace with what you want takes time and a lot of self-awareness.

I highly recommend this thread to anyone interested in understanding more about BDSM as it's lived by real people.

Category: Sex and Sadomasochism
Posted on 11/11/2008 6:09:32 PM by Gloria Brame

Alien Pods

I started writing this two-part essay, When people you love lose their minds, several weeks ago, and finally have some time to write the second damn part.  Argh.   I've been so caught up in non-writing work and election fever that I haven't felt much like writing at all.  But this theme ("people you know or thought you know turning out to be someone else") keeps nagging at me.  

In the first part, I wrote about Jack, one of the nicest sexual predators I've ever known, and how he may (or may not) have tried to poison me, and how deranged he looked the last time I saw him.  Jack's an extreme example of a much more common and less dangerous phenomenon -- the personality morpher.

When I was a little kid, the kind of movies that scared the living poop out of me were the ones in which characters turn into other people.   I don't mean shape-shifting a la Buffy or Supernatural.   I mean like the pod people in "Invasion of the Body-Snatchers."  Or, even more terrifying, "Invaders from Mars," in which adults underwent total personality changes after aliens took two pin-sized bites from their necks.   They looked the same, they sounded the same, they wore the same clothes, but they were different -- and not in a good way, either.  There you are, talking to cheery old Bob, the mellow guy you've known for 20 years, and suddenly you realize that Bob isn't Bob anymore.  He's Beelzebob.  And he's PISSED.

This isn't about being blind-sided by someone who turned out to be different from the way they represented themselves.  I almost expect that.   Sociopaths (and there are a hell of a lot more of them in our midst than most people acknowledge) are often wondrously skilled at maintaining a near-flawless facade for weeks and months at a time.   It's the ones who've been in your life for a while, or who were so close to you, you were sure you knew what was in their heart, and then become someone else who give me pause.  When they're not just plain freaking me out.

(pause for editorial note: all names changed below, but all stories true)

Leandra:  we were best friends, sweethearts in that ambivalent heterosexual way that girls in their teens and early 20s experience, when your girlfriend is still more important than any boyfriend you might have.  We did everything together, we went everywhere together, we fucked some of the same guys together, we even did the obligatory adolescent-lesbian-experimentation together.  Lazy evenings at her place were the happiest hours of my youth.  When she got critical ill in her 20s -- going in and out of the hospital, taking massive amounts of horrible drugs -- I saw a side of her that was really distressing, because it was ugly.  She was cold and cranky and critical and being around her was pretty awful.  But I accepted and forgave it, and shrugged it off, because she was so terribly (and we worried, terminally) sick.  Eventually she got better, and when she did, everything got back to the way it used to be.  Until a couple of years after her recovery.  By then, all kinds of things had happened, our lives had changed, we'd both grown up a bit, but we were, or so I thought, still the most loving and devoted friends you could imagine.  And then, literally overnight, a solid seven year friendship ended.   25 years later, I'm still not sure why.  After a minor miscommunication, Leandra said that I was ruining her life and in order to preserve her other relationships, we couldn't be friends anymore.  To say that it caught me unawares is an understatement.  I was so massively depressed, so confused, so hurt, it took years to accept.  I still occasionally dream about her.  She never explained why or how I'd hurt her or was ruining her life. I asked but she had no answers.  It was just...over.  I was left wondering whether I really was ruining her life (how? when? WTF??);  or that she never really loved me and couldn't stand pretending anymore; whether it was the work of a boyfriend (who resented our closeness) or his psycho friend (one of the few genuinely evil people I've ever met).   I remembered back to how disgusting she had been during her illness and wondered if that was a warning sign, and not just a temporary anomaly.  To this day, I have no answers.  One day, Leandra was my beautiful darling best friend and the next, she didn't want to see me. A couple of years later, we ran into each other in downtown Manhattan.  She spotted me first and came over, arms out for a hug.  I shrank back like she was Yeti.  She called me a few weeks later to say she understood my reaction after discussing it with her therapist.  The therapist said "Why would you expect Gloria to be happy to see you after the way you treated her?" 

Since that day, decade ago, other people have come and gone in my life; and I've come and gone in more than a few other peoples' lives.  But usually there has been enough history to explain why friendships that felt right one year could not withstand the test of time.  Sometimes it was because one or the other of us hadn't been completely honest in the first place; sometimes because we grew in different ways; sometimes because we just ran out of things to say.  I've been disappointed, even heartbroken, at times but there were always some kind of reason to point to that made sense, however bitter the truth.

About five years ago, I got to know Madge.  Ours was not a romantic adolescent passion, but simply a warm, close mature friendship between two grown-up ladies who enjoyed each other's company.  There were bumps, there were occasional mild disagreements but it was, all in all, a merry and devoted friendship.  She had a ton of problems and stresses in her life, and I knew that despite a rather tough exterior she was emotionally fragile.  We got closer and closer, and I felt enormous sympathy for her various plights, whether it was a toxic mess with a lover, dealing with fucked up parents, or coping with poverty.  We shared, I thought, a similar view of the world, of people, of truth, of reality.  I felt devoted to our friendship, and did what I could to help her and let her know that she could count on me.  What I didn't know was that, even as she was appearing to be happy with our friendship, even as she was saying the stuff that close friends say to each other, something was changing inside her.  One day it all spilled out: she'd found a new religion.  What I mean by that is not that she found God and her life was changed (though I guess she sees it that way), but that she found a whole new way to be in the world.  This new way was not actually new or creative or individual: she joined a religious cult, which told her how to feel, how to think, how to act, even how to vote.  I don't think this cult cares much for sadomasochists, because I am pretty sure that's why she dropped me like the hot sadomasochistic potato I am.  Or perhaps, like most cult members, it only felt safe to associate with other dogmatists who reitered the same beliefs, and people like me are viewed, at best, as dangerous outsiders.  Whether it was because she didn't want her new co-religionists to find out about me, or because she herself began to disapprove of me, I can't say.  Once again, it was a case of one day she was swearing undying friendship and the next, she was someone I didn't even recognize.  All the cool characteristics she once had -- a playful sense of humor, a spirit of warmth and generosity, a progressive and humanistic view of the world -- were quickly subsumed by the dogma of new beliefs.  She chose to be a cog in a cultic system, and made it her goal to blend in so thoroughly that the last time we spoke, I could not get over the sense that I was talking to a complete stranger.  And not one I liked or respected either.   Was the burden of years of anxiety so great she finally just opted to let other people think for her?  Was she lying to me all those years -- or perhaps, was I kidding myself to think I knew her in the first place?  For a time, I seriously wondered if she'd had a secret stroke and literally did experience a personality change.  I don't blame the cult itself.  They didn't force themselves on her -- she went looking for them.  Indeed she mocked their beliefs right up until the day she decided to abandon whoever she had been and become the cultiest of the cult members. 

Madge isn't the only friend I've known who's experienced so profound a transition that you can no longer see the person you knew in the person they've become.   I've met other people at different stages in their lives, and seen them go from one extreme to another.  I've seen people who were "a little" of this or that (religious or anti-religious, left wing or right wing, etc.) embrace extremes.   My once-close friend Lew, for example, became exactly the kind of person he always warned people against.  Call it cosmic irony or self-fulfilling prophecy but he gradually adapted all the traits that he had once railed again.  He went from being generous, compassionate, and progressive to being selfish, exclusionary and rigidly dogmatic.  All that had been good in him slowly soured until, at last, he was truly a low, mean human being.  His old friends abandoned him or were driven away, replaced by people just as sad and fucked up as Lew had become.  But when you talked to Lew, he was more convinced than ever that he had discovered the truth about existence and was following the only possible logical path. 

Psychiatrists and psychologists might say that some, if not all, of the above must have had a genuine psychological breakdown of some kind.  I'm sure they'd be able to offer diagnoses and possibly even pills.  They'd take brain scans and look for lesions or signs of brain damage.  Maybe they'd even find them: maybe some of the above friends didn't get enough oxygen to their brains one night.  But it's entirely possible that there are no detectable physical changes whatever.  There is a broad category of change that exceed our ability to understand.  Profound political and spiritual transformations fall into that special, some would say "mystical" special category.  How do you argue with someone who says that God spoke to them and showed them a new path?  Suggesting they try lithium only makes you look like a bigger jerk.  Even if drugs could restore them to the way they were before, none of them would opt to go back.  They are as convinced that they are on the right path now as they were before, when their path went in a completely different direction.   And, unlike Jack, who I'm guessing succumbed to schizophrenia, the above-mentioned lead seemingly functional, normal lives.  It's just that they aren't the people they were before.   Short of checking for alien bites on their necks, I can't explain it.

I've been lucky enough to live with furry animals for many years now.  One thing about cats and dogs: they don't experience complete personality changes.  When they do, it's almost ALWAYS a result of a medical condition.  But humans, and possibly humans alone among all species, undergo significant personality changes, and often without rational explanation.  Something about our species allows different, even conflicting personalities to co-exist and sometimes wage a war for supremacy. 

Whatever it is, and though I don't run screaming from the room the way I did when pods took over unsuspecting humans in 1950s SF movies, and even though by now you'd think I'd be used to it, since I've seen it happen to at least half a dozen people I've known, it still fills me with a weird existential sense of dread.  I wish I could just say "oh him? yeah, he lost his damn mind!" and move on, but in fact, it is one of the most painful and disturbing phenomena I know.

Category: Autobiographical Urges
Posted on 11/10/2008 9:48:19 PM by Gloria Brame

Erotic drawings by *Da-Do*

Talented artist, Da-Do recently became my friend on MySpace, and I promptly asked if I could share her work on this blog.   With her permission, here are two fine samples of her nude drawings. 

Title: Bear Hunter

Title:  One for NN

Visit *Da-Do* on myspace.

Category: Sex and Arts
Posted on 11/10/2008 1:37:47 AM by Gloria Brame

FOUND: Whipping Wheel

I believe (if memory serves) this was drawn as a parody of corporal discipline in schools.  Don't know anything else about it and can't make out the writing.  Makes for a lovely fantasy though.

Category: FOUND
Posted on 11/10/2008 1:36:56 AM by Gloria Brame

FOUND: kinky afternoon in bed

Categories: FOUND Sex and Sadomasochism
Posted on 11/10/2008 1:35:56 AM by Gloria Brame

Odd news: Major embarrassment

Now if his dominatrix had ordered him to do it, I could understand this.

A male Japanese air force major caught naked while shopping for women's underwear has been suspended from his duties for 10 days, a spokeswoman at his base said on Friday. The man, on his way home from a late-night farewell party for a colleague in early September, stripped off his clothes behind a convenience store before going in and buying panties and pantyhose.

 

Naked Japan major nabbed with women's underwear

Category: Sexual Strangeness
Posted on 11/10/2008 1:34:57 AM by Gloria Brame

Messages from my animals

Today, Venus, my 9 year old miniature poodle, sent a message loud and clear.  No more is she my sassy-frassy sweetpea princess doll.  From here on, she wishes to be recognized as a grande dame.  She feels she has earned the title.  First, because she looks so good in the pink feather boa and rhinestone tiara I got her.  Second, having survived the deaths of her two older brothers in the last couple of years, she is now the alpha dog, not just by age but also by temperament...and, one might even say, by her innate poodle sense of entitlement. 

Indeed, compared to her smug sense of self and her ripened egosim, Apollo --her 2 year old Chinese crested powder puff brother-- has the personality of a toddler.  A toddler with an Elvis hairdo.  He romps and lunges and jumps, eviscerates stuffed animals with abandon and is constantly on the hunt for a fly or a crumb or other invisible prey.   He nearly loses his mind with delight over treats and swoons with joy after a really good meal.  Obviously, Apollo is still working on impulse control.  And, sadly, occasionally, on bladder and sphincter control as well.  

Apollo could act more his age but he doesn't want to.  Like all our dogs, he was a pound puppy.  No one ever really loved him until he moved here.  This is where he discovered how cozy warm it is under a blanket, and how soft pillows are, and how humans can be kind.  He's learning that he can communicate with me, and it delights him beyond words that he can get walkies and treats when he's in need, or that if he gives me a kiss he gets a cuddle.  It's an opportunity for him to relive puppyhood all over again, and this time in the right way.  So, at least for now, Apollo is committed to living the puppy lifestyle 24/7.

Meanwhile, Venus -- the once recklessly merry, fuzzy bolt of lightning who instigated everyone to play -- now prefers a cozy spot on the couch from whence to observe his dopey antics, a haughty look on her face, and her tiny poodle lips minutely curled in contempt. 

Ah, Venus.  Age happens to the best of us.

Category: Pets and Animal Love
Posted on 11/8/2008 4:10:50 AM by Gloria Brame

FOUND: Phantom, the Ghost Who Spanks

Category: FOUND
Posted on 11/7/2008 8:17:30 AM by Gloria Brame

FOUND: Vintage BDSM with chastity belt

Super-hot little scene, guessing it's from the 1920s-1930s.  No idea of its origins (French? German?)  But look at that custom metal work, especially the chastity belt and the spreader bar.  Ooh la la.  Collar and cuffs aren't too shabby either.  Lots of fabulous details here make it look strangely contemporary.  (Or maybe we BDSMers are strangely retro!)

Afterthought: one reason I love vintage erotica so much more than contemporary pornography is, quite simply, because I find a lot of the old stuff EROTIC, featuring models who look totally into what they're doing.  (i.e., the look on this sub's face is worth a thousand words.)  Too much post-Playboy stuff is dumbed down junk that dehumanizes everyone, and features people who look like they'd rather be making TV commercials.  Feh.

Category: FOUND
Posted on 11/7/2008 8:16:32 AM by Gloria Brame

FOUND: G.I. Joe's Grandpa?

Saw this the other night on Kovel's and showed it to Will. We're wondering if this WWI-ear doughboy was the original inspiration for America's favorite little man in uniform, G.I. Joe (launched in 1963).  Same socket head, same size. Any Joe collectors know more?

Ideal Liberty Boy Doll

Q: I have a soldier doll from World War I. It is 12 inches tall and marked "Ideal" in a diamond. Can you give me any information about my doll?

A: Your doll is dressed as a World War I doughboy and is called "Liberty Boy." It was designed in 1917 by Morris Michtom, one of the founders of the Ideal Novelty Co. of Brooklyn, N.Y. It has a jointed composition body and socket head. Its khaki Army uniform is molded and painted and it was sold with the brown felt hat decorated with a gold cord. Liberty Boy was used in the sale of war bonds during the war and was very popular because boy dolls were unusual.

Category: FOUND
Posted on 11/7/2008 8:15:34 AM by Gloria Brame

FOUND: Nude Spanking with Heels (Vintage)

One of the most beautiful spanking images (from a 1920's French postcard, perhaps?) I've ever seen.

Posted on 11/7/2008 8:14:35 AM by Gloria Brame

FOUND: Vintage Group Spankings

Found three loosely connected images -- their chief connections are that they all involve spanking, and all involve a group rather than a single couple. 

The first one is pretty hot and looks like it's from the 1930s or 1940s.  The French text reads "You'll see how good it is to be whipped." 

Next, this photo, origins unknown, of a 1950's group spanking, demurely titled "Bonnie's Birthday."   Lucky Bonnie.

Finally, a vintage movie card from the 1944 film, This is the Life.

Category: FOUND
Posted on 11/7/2008 8:13:36 AM by Gloria Brame

FOUND: 1916 Female-Spanks-Male Cartoon

A truly amazing little vestige of (what I assume to be) early 20th century spanking porn.  The characters seem familiar (reminds me of the old Krazy Kat cartoons a bit).   Supposedly dated 1916.  Your better insight/scholarship always appreciated!

Category: FOUND
Posted on 11/7/2008 8:12:37 AM by Gloria Brame

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