September 2, 2010

Porn & Rape?

“The more pornography women use, the more likely they are to be victims of non-consensual sex,” said Mary Anne Layden, professor of sociology and women’s studies at Wheelock College in Boston. “The earlier the male starts using pornography, the more likely they are to be the perpetrators of non-consensual sex.”

[Taken from The Washington Times]

Some of you may have read that paragraph and asked yourself, “I didn’t hear about that study, where is the source of that information?” and dear readers, I asked myself the same question. I couldn’t find one, but surely a self-described feminist wouldn’t exploit the horrendous crime of rape as a way to fear monger women curious about pornography. Surely.

Then again, the article also has a few other gems in it that I would like to share here. Bear in mind, this is an article about women accessing pornography.

Men in general have always been considered the more visually stimulated of the two sexes. Before the advancements in technology, young women who wanted a sense of emotional gratification would live vicariously through romance novels. Young men would get some of their sexual gratification from photographs of scantily clad or nude women, or go to strip clubs.

Even in an article about the “record setting” number of women utilizing porn, the article still relies on the age old dichotomy of women as emotional creatures for whom sex is a means to love and romance and men are just horny visually stimulated animals. Not just men, of course, young men and women. That’s because being sexual is something that you grow out of when you mature, of course. When gender is singled out in this manner it reiterates the notion that women who are interested in sex for fuck’s sake are unnatural aberrations. It’s also known as slut shaming. As a whole, more women stated preference is for sexual literature but that is because it makes their genitals gush rather than their hearts. No one read them in the bathtub because they were thinking about how they were going to tile the floor when prince charming rescued them. Cheap paperback editions mean that no one cries when it gets dropped into the suds when the shower nozzle is pulled out.

But hey, the title of the article itself is, “More women lured to pornography addiction.”  This is because women are sweet and innocent emotional Red Riding Hoods websurfing their way to Grandma’s House of recipes and quilting when the Big Bad Pornographic Wolf found them and led them astray. I don’t think women are that naive. I think women use that search bar, read those reviews, and comment on the forums because they want to watch porn. They were never on their way to Grandma’s House, that’s just their home page. But just when you thought they couldn’t use another cheap fear mongering tactic…

“Pornography is the drug of the millennium and more addictive than crack cocaine,” said Donna Rice Hughes, president of Enough Is Enough, a Virginia-based nonprofit that works to make the Internet safer for children and families. “[EIE's] goal is that there be as much protection online as there is offline.”

I am not going to discuss a hierarchy of addiction for those who do truly suffer from it but I do feel that it is vital to mention a few things about why this comparison is very deeply unethical.

1. The term “addiction” is rarely used in appropriate diagnostic terms in regards to porn.

There are clinical guidelines for diagnosis. Someone is not an addict by merit of the fact that you don’t like what they’re doing. Call it a vice, call it a bad habit, but unless you are a licensed professional you do not get to diagnose someone. Not that this won’t stop people from trying. If you Google “pornography addiction treatment” you will meet thousands upon thousands of people trying to sell you their DVD’s, their books, their workshops and seminars, and their computer software. No one is going to sell you a DVD to put an end to that pesky crack cocaine addiction that pisses your wife off so damn much.

Science and medicine are really misused, misquoted, or completely disregarded to fit an agenda. When reading something like this, ask yourself a few questions about what is being said, who is saying it, what their source is, and most of all whether or not that source is even applicable to the original statement.

2. Pornography addiction is a white collar menace. Crack cocaine is an inner city problem.

At the end of the day, there was a good reason why you decided to move the spouse out to the suburbs to raise the kids, right? Better schools, nicer lawns, and you don’t have to deal with…those kinds of problems. I must be wrong though. Much like the fact I’m sure no self-respecting feminist would exploit rape as a fear mongering tactic, I’m also sure that crack cocaine is not being invoked because porn addiction is mostly discussed and treated within middle to higher income white family oriented circles while crack cocaine is very much associated with lower income people of color. That would just be tacky, Donna Rice Hughes.

Well, the article is just one serving of bullshit after another but it is the issue of rape that sticks with me the most. The article accepts that “boys will be boys” when it comes to watching porn but carefully wags its fingers at women who do or might consider watching porn. “If you hadn’t worn that skirt…” it seems to say. “Nice girls don’t go out alone on dark nights.” It is, quite literally, making the claim that if you watch those dark images that they will literally manifest themselves into your life. It’s the stuff of mythology or the Twilight Zone and it is a little interesting that this quote pops up on the heels of more and more women speaking out about their interest in porn.

Threatening people with rape is a common tactic of war. It’s been used in the past and in the present by those who don’t concern themselves with collateral damage so long as they are able to impose their will.

It is a very, very ugly lie to tell.

August 31, 2010

Erotic Art

Nancy peach standing in front of me.

Remember when I wrote about Nancy Peach? Well now I can finally say that she’s turned me into a piece of erotic art. What I find amazing is that this photo was taken from the Folsom Street Fair 2008. I was a fledgling model still uncertain about it all and there I was in the Mr. S booth at the biggest kink events in the world.

Here I am today, a little older and a little wiser with much longer hair. My naturally blonde locks are dyed into a deep brunette shade but I still get excited by it all. When I look at the finished piece, I think the whirls in the background are completely accurate. That’s how I see the world when I’m in a suspension and my eyes have me at peace even in a chaotic environment. The sex positive world is a safe haven to me.

The finished piece! Thanks Nancy Peach!

So there I am. I’m currently on display at Wicked Grounds in San Francisco in case you want to take a gander and as always I recommend that you check out Nancy’s site for details about her other works and pricing.

August 31, 2010

Cis-Puppy Play

Like any other liberal couple cohabiting in the Bay Area, Ned and I responded to the tick-tock of the biological clock for the pitter patter of little feet by going for something we really wanted to do together for awhile. We had talked about it, but it’s a life changing decision. It’s also costly and time consuming. You can’t go about life the way you did before. Of course we had our principles on the matter and decided that adoption was the best choice for us. After some searching, we finally found her.

Folsom @ 10 weeks and only 17 lbs

Meet baby Folsom. She’s a 10 week old Mastador, which is to say a Labrador/Mastiff mix. Right now, she’s about 21lbs and 11 weeks old but she is going to be doing a lot of growing. Her dad, a big Old English Mastiff was apparently 175lbs prompting the family of her mama to hand the litter over to the shelter where we found her, snuggled up with 3 other siblings. I’m happy to report that her sister and two brothers have all found wonderful homes.

She’s amazing and I fall in love with her everyday. The cats, Jazz and Floozy are doing their best to deal with the new situation (frankly, Jazz looks like he got his tail caught in an electric socket) but it will get better. She learns something new about the world everyday and I’m proud to say that under my guidance, she has learned to sit AND lay down in just one week. That even includes healing time from her spay surgery.

So there you have it. Ned and I are two complete pervs and porn performers who have an outwardly “normal” life with two cats, a dog, and a nice little Bay Area apartment next to a lake and a fantasticly cute little shopping and dining district full of amazing independent storefronts and very few corporate chains. I’m pretty happy with things and should life get stressful in the future I’ll have a dog large enough to eat my enemies. It’s a good thing.

August 30, 2010

1940s Vintage Peepshow Reel

I love these sexy dames. I especially love watchin’ ‘em get down to their underclothes with a nice scotch and a cigar. How about you?

The video may bug you to prove that you’re 18 even though it is pretty tame.

August 29, 2010

Tea, Scones, and Spanking

I’m more of a Tom Waits kind of girl myself, but Armand Van Helden has a hot, hot video featuring a fancy fem dom tea party and a line of people around block awaiting a spanking. Great video for your spankos or people who wished you had a salon just like it.

August 27, 2010

Psycho Underwear

The shower scene from Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho is a famous, perhaps one of the most famous scenes in cinema history. We’ve all seen it and any good classic film loving pervert loves this film. It has so much subtext and detail, the mark of any Hitchcock film and a lot of it surrounds sex.

This post isn’t about Mr. Bates’ sexual shame and double personality. It isn’t even about how amazing it was that the film includes the obvious sexual relations between Marion Crane and her boyfriend (whose character was also recently divorced). I’m here to talk about underwear.

When we first meet Marion Crane (Hitchcock loved his birds and his blondes) she is wearing white underwear. Although a bit frustrated with a few things, she is nice and obviously well-liked by people. We can look back today and think about how sexy she looks in that amazing lingerie, but she’s even sexier because she bares it in defiance of the strict film code that had more than a few arguments with Mr. Hitchcock about what could be allowed on screen.

Virginal white underwear

White undies are usually associate with virginity, but Hitchcock isn’t thinking about sexual virginity because there is no evil associated with it. Remember that it is sexual shame that makes Norman go crazy not sex itself.

In case you need more underwear detail...

And so the lovers wrap things up and Ms. Crane heads to work where she meets another kind of temptation and succumbs to it. Trusted with the task of putting $40,000 into the safety deposit box she falters a bit. The sweet Marion is pulled away and we see another side of her come out. In order to really finish off the change, we can see it in her underwear. It is after she becomes a thief that she wears black underwear underneath that modest sweat set.

There are other amazing complex layers to this story. This is just one of them. I also like a story told in girdles and bullet bras. They’re usually the best kind.

August 26, 2010

“Fuck Like A Man”

…or “Trite Phrases About Human Sexuality That Diminish Both Men and Women but Refuse to Exit our Popular Lexicon.”

Image awaiting attribution. Is this shot yours?

I hate the phrase “fuck like a man.” If you haven’t heard this phrase (but also somehow found my blog…” allow me to provide some context. It is about when a cis-gendered femmey woman has sex for the sake of fucking without any strings attached. This is because when a woman has sex like a woman, she does so with visions of romance and mimosas at brunch the next day, always.

To be fair, I am a firm believer in mimosas at brunch or any other time (get you vitamin C and a nice bubbly buzz at the same time!) but if I had a strap-on for every time I, “fucked like a man,” then I would outsell both Goodvibes and Babeland combined. Sometimes I have sex because I’m horny. Sometimes I have sex because I’m on a set and, well, after your first few times you get the idea of what you’ve been hired to do. There was the time when I had sex with a self-identified gay male and it was more of a handshake between two community activists who really liked each other’s style. Nobody came, but I usually don’t when I shake someone’s hand. I’ve had sex because I was bored, I’ve had sex because I was drunk, I’ve had sex because it was a situation too good to pass up. I have sex for a lot of reasons. I think it’s horrible to limit all of human sexuality into three possible motivations: to secure a relationship, to make a baby, or because anyone who has a penis just does so without any emotional drive whatsoever.

There is a place for generalizations when it comes to sex. We do have to address the bell curve. Some, many, and most are applicable terms when it comes to sex. I’m not the kind of person who ignores the intent of a speaker and picks a fight over semantics, but I find it a little insulting to most of the men I’ve met that they are more than happy to stick their dick in any moist hole the find and leave without any trace of the interaction in their mind. In a similar vein, most women aren’t devising nefarious ways to trap men into marriage. The bottom line is that men and women alike usually have shit to do. The far, overwhelming, and vast majority of the human race will have premarital sex that will not precede marriage with that/those partner(s). Many of these escapades were ignited over 1) curiosity and 2) availability.

Whether I’m horny, or hungry, or bored, or seeking intimacy I fuck like Maggie Mayhem and none other. We all have a myriad of motivations that vary from person to person and setting to setting. The best thing about sex is that it can occur for so many reasons. The only thing that you need is consent. The rest is up to you!

August 23, 2010

More writing!

I am very happy to announce that I will be contributing to My Sex Professor about once a week. I’ve already been given a warm welcome, but please stop over and say hello! It would be fantastic to see you all there.

August 22, 2010

Roger Ebert’s Porn Reviews

I love Roger Ebert. I love the way he is interacting with the web through twitter and his blog. His reviews have always been intelligent, but many people might be surprised that he reviewed porn during its golden age on the big screen.

But not me. Beyond the Valley of the Dolls is absolutely one of my favorite movies, ever. As you know I’m already a big fan of the 50s-60s sexploitation genre. I collect all kinds of strange cult cinema and some of my flicks even date back to the 30s. No one can do that type of kooky-strange the same way. Roger Ebert wrote the screenplay for this film that has sex, drugs, queers, rock n’ roll, and awesome one-liners. Russ Meyer directed it! This is the man who gave us Faster, Pussycat! Kill, Kill!


By “porn”, the author meant X rated films before the MPAA had the same system it has today for ratings. These were mostly sexploitation flicks (with a few exceptions) but they did have lots of skin and simulated sex and as they moved closer to our more standard idea of porn, Ebert felt more and more let down by what he saw. Gone were the crazy and imaginative plots and gone was the strong focus on comedic humor that he adored. He was also the same scathingly brilliant writer he is today and boy am I glad I’ve never incited his ire:

Camille 2000” (1969)

Well, Daniele Gaubert is presented in the nude all right, but with about as much erotic effect as an Arid ad. She has a lot of love scenes with Nino Castelnuovo. The way they make love is interesting. Their key technique is to assume the conventional configuration and then . . . not move! Mostly, they’re looking at themselves in the mirrors. There are mirrors all over her bedroom. No matter where they look, they see themselves in the mirror. Danielle and Nino aren’t too bright, I guess. They’re just about to start making love when their eyes wander, and they get interested in that beautiful couple up on the ceiling. I kept wanting to shout: “That’s YOU, dummy!”

[Images totally jacked from GavCrimson]

August 20, 2010

A slight departure from sex

Very briefly I would like to take a moment for a bit of a political rant. I don’t need to link to the absolute uproar regarding the potential construction of a Muslim community center because it’s all over the news and the internet. If you’ve missed it, I recommend Google.

The very people condemning this are the same people who support sending out military force to fight for democracy and the freedoms that we love as Americans. If this is something that you earnestly believe, then I highly advise at least briefly skimming over the document that sums up our rights. It’s titled “The Constitution of the United States of America.” You may have heard of it or possibly studied some portions of it in junior high school.

I’m not the kind of person who is going to don a star spangled bikini on the 4th of July while sipping a Budweiser (give me a Guinness any old day) but I love our Constitution. I fucking love it. It means that there is a free press that exists outside of government control even if I don’t agree with what happens to be popular with the public. I still have the ability to seek out multiple sources. It is not censored by the government, it is limited by capitalism and that is far, far better.

It means I can speak freely, and no Dr. Laura, that does not mean without being held accountable for my words by the public. It means that I won’t be hauled off to jail if I decide to burn a flag in front of the White House in a bear suit. It does not mean that people won’t tell me to go to hell while I do so. It means that there can be pride parades and neo nazi marches. It’s a marketplace of ideas and unfortunately some are more popular than others. It does mean that we have a chance to speak before the public.

It means I can vote, even if my peers decide en masse not to do so.

It means that I can learn how to handle a gun and own one if I so choose.

It means that I have the freedom to practice my own religion even though I am an atheist. It means that other people can follow their scripture in peace. It does not mean that any one religion is better. At any given time and in any given place there will be a predominant religion but it will not be alone. Freedom of religion means that you can practice freely, not force it upon others. In the case of same sex marriage, two people who want equal rights do not in any way infringe on anyone else’s ability to practice their faith. Citing your faith as a reason why other people can’t marry is not protected by the constitution. This is why we have a separation of church and state as well. People came to this country because the predominant religion in their homeland did really mean things like forcibly jail or kill them. That’s bad news.

My position is very clearly stated in the Constitution. I don’t need to say or do anything else but point to it. When we fuck up as a country, it usually has something to do with cherry picking through that document or having the misguided belief that it only applies to certain people. Those rights apply to all Americans, period, end of discussion. You aren’t promoting America when you curtail someone’s rights because that is not what we were founded to do.

On top of this, I don’t even believe in invisible men or women or animals governing my life. I’m not spiritual, I’m not religious. I believe that humanity has tremendous power for good and for evil. I don’t need gods to explain that, I can walk down my street in Oakland and see both. But I also believe that if a group of people want to set up a community center in an old abandoned Burlington Coat Factory that they should be able to do that in the same way that I believe my special interest group should be able to open a dungeon, a sex shop, or a bookstore.

This isn’t a departure from sexuality at all, really. The pursuit of happiness is a broad term and we all have something we’re pursuing. If people want something to get outraged about, why not try the fact that for the first time in the history of humanity we can put an end to the vast majority of needless deaths around the globe but we don’t and that is far more obscene than the time I put a who-knows-what in my who-knows-where.