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Here’s A New Trailer For “Kink,” James Franco’s Documentary About BDSM Porn

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A New "Kink" Trailer

“Kink,” a documentary about the porn web site Kink.com, debuted in January at the Sundance Film Festival. Yesterday, the film, which explores the largest BDSM online porn empire, released a new trailer in anticipation of a limited release. I’ve heard complaints about the film — it’s “boring” (which is unfortunately always something that some kinky folks say in order to be dismissive); it doesn’t address allegations of abuse at Kink.com — but I’ll see it regardless. Christina Voros directed “Kink” and James Franco executive produced, so you better believe I want to know how they handled the material. Also, this probably goes without saying, but the trailer is NSFW! [Queerty; First Showing]

On Making The Case For Kink As A Sexual Orientation

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Today on Slate.com is an excellent piece about why “kinky” should be considered a sexual orientation. Writer Jillian Keenan posits how we define a person’s sexual orientation should include what kind of energies turn a person on — dominant or submissive, for example — because for people like Keenan and myself, our sexuality is more complicated than just the gender and genitalia of the person to whom we are attracted. Keep reading »

Frisky Rant: On The Great Robin Thicke Feminist Knee-Jerk Fiasco Of 2013

Frisky Rant: On The Great Robin Thicke Feminist Knee-Jerk Fiasco Of 2013
Rejected Robin Thicke Songs
Robin Thicke & Paula Patton Announce That They’re Separating
Songs about Paula Patton that did not make the cut, unforch. Read More »

The first time I really listened to the lyrics of “Blurred Lines,” I was like, “This is my JAM!” It only took a few minutes of Googling and reading my favorite feminist blogs, though, before I started becoming horrified and dismayed at the feminist community’s reaction to the song. The Daily Beast kicked off a knee-jerk party by calling it a “rape song,” and from there it was over. Feminist blog after feminist blog started jumping on the bandwagon, then the fervor spread to major news outlets, and all summer I was mired in language that made me feel excluded from a community into which I’ve invested not only my time and energy, but also my identity.

Let me be clear, Robin Thicke as a person seems like a giant douchenozzle and his latest album is pathetic. But I looooove “Blurred Lines.” The accusation that it’s “rapey” is unfounded if you look at the entire song in context: It’s about two sexually expressive people flirting. That’s it. At no point in the song does the male narrator imply that he’s willing or going to bypass consent. The idea that it’s about the “blurred lines of consent” was projected onto it by people who came to the song with prior hangups. The “blurred line” he’s referring to is the line of knowing or not knowing if the person you’re flirting with is into you. Like, “I’m pretty sure I know you want it, but you haven’t expressly said so, so we’re still in this hazy flirting territory.” He doesn’t say — at all, ever — “I know you want it, and whether or not that’s actually true, I’m going to take it.” But nonetheless, that’s what it was made out to be. Keep reading »

Fetish Fitness With A Dominatrix Takes “No Pain, No Gain” Literally (NSFW)

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"Have You Been Smoking Every Day?" "Yes, Mistress"

For some fitness-conscious submissives in Australia, working out is synonymous with getting off thanks to dominatrix/personal trainer Mistress Anna. The Sydney dom coaches kinksters who work out in collars and gimp masks, ordering pushups to kiss her black latex  high heels and administering a spank when necessary. She even finds ways to incorporate kinky toys into the workout for these BDSM-loving blokes. As seen in this video for SBS, Mistress Anna’s clients include a crossdresser, a “little” (an adult who enjoys infantile play), and a variety of subs. Nipples clamps on the row machine might not be everyone’s idea of a workout, but for these “pain sluts,” it kills two birds with one stone. Count me among the reluctant exercisers who hate going to the gym — perhaps I just need  stricter disciplinary regimen, wink wink. [Images depicted in this video might not be everyone's taste!] [SBS.com. AU]

The Most Ridiculous Assumptions People Make About Being Kinky

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Let’s set the scene: I’m 23, drinking chai in a charming coffee shop. Sitting across from me is a gloriously burly guy in a leather jacket (and, as I know from his Fetlife photos, also in possession of two equally glorious full sleeves of serpent tattoos).

Then the conversation veers from what we do for a living to something more intense. He takes my hand, gently stroking the back of it, and indicates the deeply unsexy red burn line on my wrist.

“And is this from doing one of your… scenes?” he whispers in a voice full of anticipation.

“Nah,” I say. “I burned myself making muffins this morning.”

The devastation on his face is so remarkable that I wish I had taken a picture. It was like I’d farted right before he was about to come, AND kicked his puppy in the face.

Next, he asked me if I’d like to have sex with him in his car, which was currently parked on a busy street during the height of tourist season. I ended the date right then and there and sulked my way through the rest of my tea, alone, wondering how something that seemed so promising could go so wrong in the span of 15 minutes. Was it unreasonable to assume that I didn’t need to be constantly projecting submissive vibes during a first date? And certainly other kinksters made muffins, right? Keep reading »

Anonymous Chick Spills About The Time She Choked Adam Levine During A Makeout Session

Oh, how I love a blabbermouth. Adam Levine was just awarded the coveted (not really) title of “Sexiest Man Alive” by People magazine, which means it’s the perfect time for some random chick to spill the beans about the time she made out with the falsetto-voiced singer when he was in between Victoria’s Secret models. Over at Popdust, “Kiss and Tell Girl” sets the scene; she’s at a Hollywood party, dancing like only a hammered white girl can:

The thing about the worm is that it requires violently propelling one’s body along the floor. It also involved propelling my dress above my waist and exposing my purple thong. I relay this not because I was embarrassed, but because this unintentional revelation of my buttocks played a pivotal role in the next five hours of my life. Adam could not help but take notice of my careening ass cheeks, and, after the perfunctory exchange of pleasantries, invited me into his boudoir.

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