I was going to just go ahead and start writing again. Mostly because I believe that very few people are still subscribed to the feed, but a good part is because I wasn’t sure what to say.  Since you few who are reading this are probably close friends and people I’ve had actual conversations with across our blogs and other places, that very reason alone tells me that I should at least acknowledge the fact that, as far as this blog is concerned, I’ve been missing in action. I’d seen towards the latter part of last year that the frequency of my posts were lagging, so I tried to revive it by inviting others to write, but they, too, had other things going on in their lives, and that died in the water. Now, I again want to put my thoughts out into the world. I haven’t been absent from on-line social sites, though you couldn’t really call my participation on Twitter and Facebook (the only real social sites I use) engaged.  And I don’t float ideas or thoughts there, either.  I merely comment or toss out one-liners.

Actually, I think my cartoons (say twenty to thirty years old) really are what they used to be: terrible, stilted, and trite. That may be why some of them sound like bad hentai. And quite possibly why grown men and women find them so erotic. Gotta love all that cheesy anime porn.

This is something along the lines of what I overheard the kids at my parents’ house listening to yesterday. The image, of course, I copped from some random message board.

Whee!

Heee hehe hehe

“Mud! Yaaaaaaaaaay”

*more giggling and a bit of wrestling*

“Ow! Something just poked me!

Ooo! Look what I found!”

“Lemme see!”

“I want to see!”

“It’s Mr Tannem and his—wait, what IS that, Teacher?”

“Well, girls, you see—heh heh hem—this is a very special, very magical wand…for discipline.”

[chorus] “Uh-oh!”

It was freakin’ amazing.

Sometimes you just want to tell everybody you see. When I was in college (but not on campus) I tried that once. As amusing as it sounds, it was really only funny to me and my friends. Everyone else just gave us dirty looks, except for one woman, who said, “That’s good!” Elderly and very grandma-ish, I hope I’ll grow up to be as easygoing as she was.

Anyway. That is all.

© jadytron.

Sex is the most fun you can have without laughing.

I do a lot of laughing during sex.

(Now that I’ve actually written that out, I can see a bunch of ways that that admission can be taken badly. Fear not: it’s never malicious. Wicked, maybe, but never malicious or cruel.)

I’m not as lucky as this gal.  Rather than a delicious fortune cookie, I got today’s fortune from spam. I have to admit, I like it a whole lot better than yesterday’s, “Your friends will admire your bravery.”

My spam fortune:

You will be desired by any woman that is walking by.

I’ll let you know how it goes.

And you should, too. Thanks to my rant over the lack of streampunk in porn, a few people pointed me in a direction I hadn’t previously considered: bondage. Hoods and masks aren’t unusual in BDSM porn, and if I’d thought about it, I’d’ve realized that where there’s many, there’s a better chance of finding a sexy little niche. Luckily, we didn’t have to depend on my brain this time. Sandy from IRC sent me a link to an article on Serious Bondage featuring a gorgeous gas mask by Bob Basset. Gas masks like this one definitely say ‘steampunk’ to me, but I found myself imagining a robot or cyborg, rather than a human face behind the metal. Which, really, is incredibly arousing.

One of the stranger—and therefore hotter—masks that I found is their Cthulhu mask. I was surprised to see that it sold for less than three hundred dollars on ebay just recently. Given my love of all things tentacular, I expected to be pretty turned on, but repelled as well. That didn’t happen.  In fact, give this guy a Darth Vader voice changer, and it’s game on.

I feel pretty safe adding Cthulhu Bondage to my list of sciolistic kinks after all.

(Curiously, Bob doesn’t seem to be a real person, which sucks from a crush/lust point of view. The business is owned by two brothers, the Petrovs. For a better look at their work, check out their LiveJournal blog.)

More gas masks as fetish gear

I came across the following image by happy happenstance. A Twitter user has this for an avatar. I was hoping it was an actual picture of her, but it turns out it’s from one of the photo galleries on Demask, an on-line fetish shop. (She did say she has the whole outfit, so definite plus: Hello, hotness.)  After the Bob Basset masks, this feels more like an amalgam of the two different styles; less steampunk, not cyberpunk (though I could’ve sworn I saw something cyberpunkish in one of the galleries, but I couldn’t find it again), and yet, it doesn’t seem quite BDSM, either.

I unexpectedly found myself more turned on by these than the Cthulhu mask. Nothing, of course, beats a steampunk cyborg out to prove that resistance really is futile, though.

Tonight on Twitter, TheBetterSexDoc posted a tweet promoting a page containing tips on how to perform better fellatio. Only thing is, the Doc, who is identified as Dr. Mia Glanville as the user behind the tweets, promoted the page as something for women only. I did a double-take! Sorry, but I just never heard of a sex doctor who was so heterosexually-oriented. To boot, there’s a page on her site providing tips on how to pleasure a woman. But guess what? It’s for men only.

I’m not trying to make trouble. Honest. And I realize Glanville’s entire site is spun around the “women only” concept. I’m just confused, I guess. I suppose even sex doctors can be very conservative and vanilla about sex. Maybe I’m just way too naive. I’m definitely offended, though. Is Dr. Ruth this biased?

– Cassandra

I’m not going to get too technical in this post. Not that I’m even qualified to do so. I think I’d have to have a much better grasp of psychology, as well as BDSM. I merely want to say that it bothers me when people take issue with the fact that I take pleasure in being objectified in a sexual context. That includes being struck in certain places, being bound in certain positions, and just overall being treated roughly and like an object of pleasure.

One of the most common half-baked amateur diagnoses seems to be low self-esteem, which I think couldn’t be farther from the truth when it comes to who I really am and what makes me tick. In fact, usually, it comes from someone who barely knows me. There’s also a tendency for the assumptions and accusations to come from someone who may have had a bad experience with kinky sex, or has never tried it at all, or has in fact tried it and wound up disliking it, or is just making judgment based on preconceived notions of S&M and other forms of unconventional sexual expression.

Like I said, I’m no expert in psychology. In addition, I’ve never discussed this issue with a therapist — something that may allow me to work toward pinpointing why I enjoy the kinky things I enjoy. But would it be worth it? Would it be worth all the time, money and effort? My philosophy is that the simpler pleasures in life, including bending over someone’s lap for a good spanking, are better left unanalyzed. It would be like analyzing why I like to hear birds chirp, or why I like pizza, or why I like the feeling and smell of a breeze on a spring or summer day. I’m just not willing to trade my happiness or experiential pleasure in this one beautiful life we have to live in return for psychoanalytic speculation. Because, that’s what it would be, after all.

– Cassandra

Just the other week I introduced my friend Brooke as a writer for Cyberspace Babes, and now I’m going to introduce you to Cassandra. Or rather, re-introduce you, since she’s already posted. As part of my nefarious plan to make CSB into the site I first envisioned when I registered the domain lo, these many years ago, I’ve convinced these two fine women to start writing with me. (As an added bonus, it’ll spur me to write more often.  Or at least, post what I do write, rather than letting things molder in my draft folder.) I’ve been wanting to consolidate my “stuff” into one place, rather than use FriendFeed or any of the other social networking sites as I’ve been doing lately. This blog was never meant to be about me, though. It was meant to be a conduit to other people of the same sexual predilections. So I’m moving. From now on, sex goes here. Me Stuff goes on my personal blog, which I’ll link to in my profile when I get around to finishing the site design.

More about Cassandra. I met her about two years ago, though it seems like less—and more, at the same time. She’s become a friend, a mentor, a confidant, and someone I’m honored to know. One of the few people I open up to, Cassandra’s always has valuable advice and insights, none of the canned responses that you come to expect from “online friends”. That’s a valuable commodity in our current, technologically-enhanced society. As I found when I first started reading her blog, and as I’m sure you’ll all see, she’s an elegant, eloquent sexual advocate in both human and sexual-orientation sexuality. I know you’ll enjoy her as much as I have.

On a personal note, welcome aboard, Cassandra!

Much love,
Mercy