Some quick photos taken by Kyer Photography for your enjoyment! 
This was my bartending outfit for the Eyes Wide Open party at Kink.Com. It’s my neo-tribal-20s look. This was also an impromptu shoot. In between grabbing bottles of champagne, Kyer asked me to pose for a few shots. This was the result and it was fun.
March 5, 2010
Photos!
February 23, 2010
Vintage Porn
I like my porn in black and white. I have actually begun a collection of 1920s and 1930s porn because I can’t get enough of it. A silent porn production made grainy from years of neglect in vault brought to light with its title cards and piano music in the background delights me. Vintage porn does not always mean “softcore” by the way. I have watched far more sexually adventurous porn that is from the turn of the 20th century than I see in today’s porn. In one picture, there was girl/girl sex immediately followed by boy/girl sex followed by boy/boy sex followed by boy/boy/girl sex all in the same movie with the same people.
Good luck finding contemporary porn that has both boy/girl and boy/boy sex. We are a niche porn society now and everything is part of a category. I’m not good at sticking to a single topic as you can see by my blog. I don’t just write about my sexual adventures, I don’t just write about art, I don’t just write about education. I write about sexuality and I am drawn to porn that is filled with sensual sexual images that transcend a label.
Top hats are really, really sexy
Furthermore, there is a distinct lack of top hats and tail coats in porn today. I’m also jealous of the fact that these porn stars have never felt the delicious sting of razor burn. Don’t get me wrong, I think a shaved pussy is hot. I would like to say that until you have experienced a Defcon 5 situation with bumps you have no idea that shaving is not complication free. I am on the fence about pussy hair, always. On some women, a shaved pussy is the best thing in the world. Other women are blessed with a gorgeous hair line on their snatch. I almost find it to be a crime when a red head shaves her hair. What I miss is the variation. Some women look really ridiculously hot with a groomed pussy but we miss that because the default uniform is bald.
B/B/G girl
I’m also fascinated by the photographic process of porn. In the early days of cameras and film printing, someone had to hold a pose for minutes at a time. I look at some Victorian porn prints and I’m astounded by how spontaneous they look. I imagine the man with a hard cock waiting patiently, I think of the woman bent over. I think of the person pausing mid-spank to catch that moment and I know that everyone brought their A-game to that set. I am part of a generation of immediate gratification. I’m annoyed when the internet signal on my cell phone takes more than 3 minutes to play a movie. The effort and deliberation behind vintage porn turns me on immensely. The fact that this was done with greater social ramifications than we have today is another thing I admire. There were pornographers who were literally put into Nazi concentration camps for doing nothing more than recording adult sexuality. While it sucks that people will immediately doubt my intelligence and capability for the sheer fact that I have had sex on camera, no one in their right mind would send me to die in a gas chamber for it in America. I am blessed and I admire those who did literally lose their lives to violence for my self expression.
More tail coats for me
Porn stars are always outlaws with a legacy. They are immortalized, forever. Some people see this is a bad thing. No matter what you do, where you go, or who you become you will always have these photographs in your wake. This is something I love and why I continue to pose for the camera. Even when my breasts sag, my hair grays, and my face wrinkles I will still be forever present as young and virile smiling and sexual. Even if my bones creak and I need a cane to walk, I will still be able to bend and contort myself into eternity. When I hit menopause and my pussy doesn’t gush with wetness anymore I will still flood. I am immortalizing my youth. I will never become asexual. These are ordinary people who did nothing more or less than happened in the bedrooms of the world over time but they will live forever in my imagination. I get to look about them and give them a story. With vintage porn, masturbation is a seance invoking the spirits of a sexual past.
The word “porn star” is so perfect because the fire and light of a galactic entity emits its power for eons. They will always flicker and burn throughout the course of mankind. They will never grow old, they will never die. Kings and Queens and Pharoahs have temples and tombs dedicated to them, why not me? Why not you? We are all immortal so long as someone on Earth remains to speak our name or gaze upon our visage.
I can't do this with my legs.
February 20, 2010
Artists I Love- Nan Goldin
Nan Goldin- Heart Shaped Bruise
Photography is an art form that emerges when content choice meets optical physics. Our worlds are so full of stimuli that it is literally impossible to process all of it. We filter, we go on auto-pilot, we all have our own view finder that is unique to our own life experiences and tiny variations in our biology. My favorite art forms are all “non-fiction” because I adore the art of choice. I consume journalism, personal essays, and photographs endlessly. I am a voyeur who isn’t content with just looking into a window of someone’s life. I want to look at someone else looking into another person’s window. I’m just a big slut like that.
Nan Goldin took pictures and most of her subjects are now dead. She took pictures of the underground subcultures that are rarely given sympathy let alone empathy. She gets so close to her images that we are forced to see ourselves in them, even if it is someone who has just slipped into the nod of heroin, in the middle of a gender transformation, dying of a disease that no one had yet named let alone understood, or her own self portrait of the battering her boyfriend had given her. She took pictures of sex and masturbation of all kinds.
By Nan Goldin
Nan Goldin has also had her share of censorship over photos. She is someone who really forces the question of art v. pornography. There is a very fine line and the tension is exciting.
By Nan Goldin
February 17, 2010
Artists I love- Nancy Peach
If you haven’t seen Nancy Peach’s lush erotic art, you’re missing out on something special. I met Nancy in 2008 when I was starting out as a model. In many ways, she is part of my sexual yearbook because we were in a similar sexual freshmen class as emerging artists both taking those first timid steps of entering a world with the proclamation that sex is beautiful and that we want to share it with you.
Art by Nancy Peach
February 17, 2010
Mayhem is going to Haiti!
Long time followers of my blog may recall that I spent most of summer 2009 in Tanzania working at a hospital and out in the community. It was an incredible trip and I am pleased to say that I will be actively volunteering once again this summer in Haiti. For the month of July I will be trying to repair and restore some tiny pieces of the monumental disaster that occurred there in January.
They say that there are stages to learning. In the first stage, you are so ignorant about something that you can’t even conceive of all the things you don’t know. You don’t have any questions because you don’t know what to ask. In the second stage you can finally see the hurdles in front of you and there are sooo many you find it to be impossible. In the stage after that you start to acquire the tools needed to meet your challenges and in the final stage you have mastered a skill.
This time last year I was incredibly ignorant about how my trip to Tanzania would look. I could intellectualize what I was going to see and experience, but I was knocked onto my ass by the whole thing. I was present for a birth, a death, and for a stillborn birth. I helped clean up some gangrene. I was emotionally overwhelmed and in awe of the strong feelings I had about everything. Nothing was mediocre and I every emotion I felt was a superlative. It’s exhausting to have that many feelings.
At the end of it, I learned so much and had some obvious growth as a result. I look at the world and myself differently and it always comes with a sense that I want to go back. It’s not just wanderlust or the desire to try new foods and see new things, it’s this sense that I have a huge enemy skulking about that I am not done fighting. In this instance, I have been called to a new place and I am eager to bring the skills I have developed.
Unlike my last trip, I am not financially supported this time around. All available cash has gone into raw materials for Haiti. There is no grant for me to rely on and so I am asking for your help to get me there and to bring the most effective set of supplies possible. Everywhere you go, there is a fundraiser for Haiti. It’s in the commercial goods we buy, it’s in our text messages, and on TV and radio. I know that you may feel burned out by this, but I am asking you to go a step further and help get me to Haiti.
I recently received word that I have been accepted into a great organization that is non-governmental, non-religious, and effective. My room and board will be covered, but it is going to be bare bones. I’ll be staying in a tent with my fellow relief workers and eating local food as we focus on rebuilding and supporting a small city a few hours out of the capital. If you have any spare cash to help a lady out, please send it my way. Know that I am going to give 110% for the month of July and I will make your support go as far as possible. I am lucky to have great travel companions (a great friend and my partner the now-infamous Ned) and I’m ready to get dirty. Your donations and support are deeply appreciated.
February 14, 2010
G-Spots
I’m getting more than a little annoyed with the continued hoopla about the G-spot. Yes it exists, no it doesn’t exist, and the worst one- it doesn’t matter if it exists. The G-spot has everyone talking from the hairiest Bear at a bar on Folsom to the art school lesbians on MUNI.
To talk about the G-spot, I have to talk about the clitoris. The clitoris is often described as a pea-sized organ located above the clitoris. Well, that’s the part you see. The clitoris is actually bigger. It’s a lot bigger.
This clitoris as seen by MRI with an illustration to guide you
To give you some orientation, at the top is the Mons Pubis which is where you find a landing strip or some razor burn from shaving in the majority of vulvar images most people see. That giant three pronged shape you see is the clitoris. The little pea-sized organ is just what pops out of the body above the urethra.
In other words, there is a lot more happening with the clit than what we see ordinarily. The “G-spot” is a nexus of tissues located on the underside of the clitoris that can be felt through the vaginal wall. The clitoris does have erectile tissue in it (just like the cock) which is why it gets a little bigger and pops out from under the clitoral hood. If you stimulate the clitoris (G-spot) from inside the vagina you might feel it start to swell. for some women, this type of stimulation can bring on a “vaginal orgasm.” If you’re trying to find this area, it is roughly 1.5-2″ inside the vagina. The best way to find the G-spot is to make a “come hither” motion with your fingers as if beckoning her belly button.
Some women really like this sensation, some have orgasms, and still others might squirt. Others don’t like it at all and would prefer that you avoid it. It isn’t a better or worse orgasm by default, it’s all a matter of preference.
So ladies, don’t worry! Your G-spot wasn’t left next to the coffee pot that you accidentally left on for the weekend. It’s just a term we use to indicate another way to reach a very underestimated organ of the body. That’s why we call it the “G-spot” and not the Graffenberg Organ or gland. It’s a spot, a nexus, a handy dandy little place to go.
February 14, 2010
Durex Condom Ads
Durex Condom Ad
I really love the layout and concept behind this advertisement even though I do have some criticism for it. It is saying something about a heterosexual pairing. While the male is on “Overload” the female has “peace” at the forefront of her mind and some really interesting literary, mythological, and religious synonyms for heaven (Zion, Elysium, Valhalla, and Empyrean) floating through her body. We all experience sex differently, of course, but if I’m in the middle of some hot protected sex (thanks, Durex!) I’m not very likely to be able to conjure up some of those $0.50 words there. I’m lucky to still be able to use words, period.
February 9, 2010
When Newspaper Comics Get Kinky
I’ll let go of the fact that there is the obvious horny men= dogs comparison happening and just enjoy the acts listed on the sign.
