“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]
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 »
A few months ago, Amelia and I were talking about rape threats against women who write online. It seems like it happens to feminist writers Zerlina Maxwell, Amanda Hess and Jessica Valenti every day. Amelia asked if any readers have threatened to rape or otherwise harm me. The honest truth is that it only happened once — on Twitter a few years ago. The man had zero followers and had only tweeted a handful of times, all of which were incendiary remarks or threats against other liberals. I didn’t suspect he posed a serious threat to my safety, so I just blocked him. Do I even have to say I’m grateful that this was the one and only time some stranger threatened me?
That one incident isn’t the complete picture, though. A better question to ask in order to illustrate the at-times unsavory experience of being a feminist writer online would be about the kinds of inquiries I get on social media or in my inbox. Nearly every single day, a man emails asking me personal information about my sexuality, for an invitation to a sex party, or straight-up propositions me for sex. Keep reading »
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]
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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 »