What if a Dominant could be held criminally liable for being well a Dom? What if he/she is a sadistic, egomaniacal asshole? Does it make a difference? When consensual sexual behavior involves physical and psychological abuse, torture, and even agreed-upon non-consensual sex (rape fantasies, anyone?), the legal boundaries can get pretty murky. Tristan Taormino comments on an unusual federal case for the Village Voice:
A BDSM court case puts master/slave relationships on trial
by Tristan Taormino March 19th, 2007 11:18 AM
Much of Jodis testimony was about being subjected to pain, punishment, and humiliation. Most people don’t want to be controlled, used, hurt, tortured, or degraded, so its hard for them to comprehend that some people want to experience sensations and emotions that are generally considered negative or painful
Because these are federal charges, Marcus faces life in prison, a fact that has sent a chill down the spines of some BDSM community members. Read the rest.
Will a Sub need to draw up legal documents outlining the terms of his/her sexual consent? Should a Dom require a signed release prior to using any restraints or torture devices? This is a very slippery slope. I obviously dont know the details of the relationship between Marcus and Jodi, but it does make me wonder where we go from here.
I was sent the Natural Contours Liberte Vibrator from BetterSex.com to review. I hate to look a gift horse in the mouth, after all, it was free.
If I were using this as a dildo, I would give it a great review. In fact, I might just try it as a it makes an excellent G-spot stimulator. Its very smooth and comfortable to hold in the hand. As a clitoral stimulator, however, it is sorely lacking.
First, it doesn’t have nearly enough power to get me off, since it only runs on 2 AA batteries (included). You guys know Im a plug-in girl, but some battery-operated vibes have been known to pleasure me – I always give them the benefit of the doubt until they let me down. Lady Liberte didn’t really let me down – she let my clit down.
The controls are fiddly, too. Basically, it has just a single toggle button. The button runs through the speeds in the wrong direction. The first speed is the highest speed. If you want to change speeds, you must go through all the speeds, High>Med>Low>High Pulse>Off (!?) – to select which you want. I would prefer the speed to increase with the push of a button, not decrease, and I would REALLY prefer to be able to adjust it up or down without turning it off, for chrissakes. Talk about a mood killer!
I haven’t tried any other products in this line. I would go with a product in the same line provided it had more power and a better designed control.
Ah, imagine my disappointment when none of my registered cell phone numbers received a lucky text message last week. Vanessa was NOT selected to be one of those eligible to purchase tickets to the Live Earth concert at Wembley stadium this July.
I REALLY wanted to go.
I may or may not have had phone sex with one or more of the performers from this special event, but, sadly, this gets me nothing.
The upshot of this is that Im available that dayanyone have a ticket for Vanessa? Cmon, gimme some candy!
Do you really want to hear me beg?
(OK, maybe that was a dumb question)
Ive been reluctant to participate in Half-Nekkid Thursday but decided to play with my webcam for the hell of it. So, here, hiding behind a LOT of hair, is your closest look at Vanessa yet.
I have tried the Rum Raisin.
Not the metaphorical Rum Raisin, but the actual ice cream. It wasnt bad. Tasted pretty much like I expected – the fake rum-extract flavor you find in rum balls and chocolates. Would have been better without raisins. Maybe walnuts would be good.
Eh, I could take it or leave it.
I sure hope thats not how I feel after my first taste of pussy.
Things got very interesting over the last month. I blame it on the retrograde Mercury, but Mr. Vanessa doesnt believe in my astrology.
See, Mr. Vanessa was encouraging me to fulfill my fantasies sooner, rather than later. More than encouraging. Actively arranging. Pushing, even.
I was titillated, yes. Excited, definitely. That led down a very slippery slope that eventually resulted in us accepting an invitation to this weekends private monthly couples party in our little neck of the woods.
Long story short, lingerie was purchased. Condoms were ordered. Shoes (sexy, high-heeled shoes) were found. Toys were considered. Ground rules were discussed. Boundaries were stretched.
Then things came to a screeching halt. In the space of about 15 minutes things went from open marriage to do it and we divorce.
We opened Pandoras box and I peeked inside and liked what I saw. Very! Much! But my fingers were still on the edge of the box when the lid was unexpectedly slammed shut. Hard. And locked.
Yes, Im still reeling. Confused. Disappointed. Hurt.
I dont blame him. I dont blame me. I blame the Mercury retrograde.
Now, back to our regularly scheduled marital programming after a few words from our sponsors.
And sincere public apologies to A., a dear friend who didnt deserve to be led down that road, enticed, seduced, excited, liaison arranged-and-scuttled all in the same 15 minutes because of our folly. Im sorry. Thank you for being a good sport about it all.
Suzanne Portnoy (I told you about her book, The Butcher, The Baker, The Candlestick Maker) is hosting the 1st London Perverts Saloon Tea Party next weekend. Suzanne was kind enough to invite me and I’m looking forward to meeting my fellow sex bloggers and perverts-in-arms.
So far, though, everyone who has RSVPd is female. Strange, I would have thought that men would be more inclined than women to show up to a sex-themed party, but I guess I have much to learn about the world of sex writers/entertainers/workers.
I had promised Suzanne I would read an excerpt from her book as part of a podcast but she is much less of a procrastinator than I am and has since recorded her own narration, available on Audible. She does a fine job. Of course, shes no Vanessa (hehe) but she has her own style.
Of course I’m going to tell you all about the party when I return. Hmmm I wonder what a bunch of oversexed women will do on a Sunday afternoon? I’m sure well think of something
Speaking of Vegan sexuality, Janes Guide just listed TheSensualVegan.com. Based in Seattle, they stock a decent array of vegan toys, condoms/dams, lubes, etc. (I can vouch for the pjur Eros line of lube, BTW).
The Sensual Vegan also donates 5% of all sales to Scarleteen, a sex-positive sex education resource site aimed at young people.
They aren’t paying me to mention them, and I think its worth a look-see!
The latest copy of W magazine has some of the most unbelievably sexy shots of David and Victoria Beckham, also known as Posh and Becks, to herald their move to Los Angeles.
I never gave D.B. a second glance before. But this shows just what a great photographer and many hours of Photoshop can do:
I’m pretty sure the LA Galaxy soccer team is behind a lot of the publicity. After all, they need to justify their investment. Plus, they need to make 99% of America aware that there is this sport in other countries where they kick around a little ball and aren’t allowed to use their hands.
Now, these shots just might make me want to care about American soccer. And make me want Becks to use his hands. A LOT.
In fact, I doubt Ill be the only person watching with one hand on the remote control and the other on my dildo.
Yum. Does it get any sexier than this?
Oh hell yeah.
The most amazing shots are in what appears to be a very intimate boudoir setting.
Dya think the rest of the Galaxy are gonna be giving him some serious ribbing over the pretty-boy shots? He can bet his tighty-whities on it.
I have no idea whether David Beckham can save American Football Soccer. I am pretty sure, however, that Beckham is totally unprepared for America. And America is unprepared for him. This should be fun to watch.
And I cant wait to get my copy of W.