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.
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.
Tags: bdsm, fetish, steampunk, tentacle, zomg CYBORGS
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
So, Mercy managed to convince me to start contributing to Cyberspace Babes, offering real-life sex in exchange for posts, so I accepted, being as I lust after her so badly. Actually, I accepted because I have a genuine interest in human sexuality — something Mercy and I have in common. And I always considered her blog one of the best out there as far as offering intelligent, mature and unabashed content about all things erotic. The funny thing is, I found her site by happenstance, stumbling upon the link one day maybe two years ago while browsing Technorati. I’m very glad I did. She and I wound up becoming pretty close e-friends, and I hope to have the pleasure of meeting the woman behind the words one day.
OK, time for some stuff about me. I am a transsexual female who is only first beginning to get used to her new skin, so to speak. I was born biologically male and transitioned to the opposite sex because I had early-onset gender dysphoria that grew more and more severe as time went by. I finally did something about it toward the end of 2007, which is when I began taking female hormones, although I began the process of facial hair removal roughly 1 1/2 years prior to that. Hmm, I’ll have to check if that’s accurate.
At any rate, the reason why I mention my transsexuality is because I expect that a good number of my posts — not all, mind you — will be written from that standpoint, being as I’m experiencing the world anew as a woman. I experience and view sex differently now. In a sense, I am like an adolescent girl, not only exploring and growing accustomed to my new gender role in adult relationships, but also trying to get the hang of the intensified emotions that come with being a woman.
Aside from me being trans, I also have an interest in BDSM, specifically bondage, moderate suspension, ’50s household and S&M. As far as actually engaging in those activities, I am a newbie. I primarily enjoy being submissive, although I do have a bit of domme blood running through my veins.
Okay, I keep starting drafts for this post and then scrapping them, looking for the perfect post. I was warned that doing that ends up getting you nothing. So here goes something I hope.
I know there are people who live the D/s lifestyle 24/7. But is that how most people approach it? Personally, I see it as a menu item, but I couldn’t imagine living it full time. Do those who do live it full time look down on the part-timers as dilettantes? Should we, in turn, look at the full-timers as one-dimensional? Can you whip a slave one moment and then do the New York Times Crossword puzzle with them an hour later? I’d like to think so. Though it’d be hard to concentrate with the weeping and gnashing of teeth going on so close to you. I guess that’s why they invented ear plugs and ball gags :)
