I’m one of three presenters tomorrow at TES in an edge play exploratorium. I will be doing caning, Mistress DiDi will be doing breath play and I believe Dov will be doing knife play.
Three of my favorite things.
All of these some people call edge play, I call it Tuesday, or any day of the week for that matter. There are, like many other things in life three kinds of people. The people who have never tried a thing but know they don’t like it. The ones who have tried it and will not give it another try, and the ones who tried it and found out they loved it and want to do it again.
Whatever the “it” is.
The first kind of person is like one of my ex he said he would neeeevver eat tofu, only for me to come home one night with him sitting on the couch eating a desert I had made from tofu. Granted he had never tasted tofu but said he would never eat it. So imagine his surprise when I asked how he liked my tofu desert?
I met a sista once who said she hated flogging. One day while she was at my place she saw my red deer skin floggers. She was going on and on about how pretty it was and how soft it was. Girls like pretty things.
Okay so here’s the thing. You know when you getting dressed to go over to a guys place that you’ve been talking to? You know when you getting dressed you want some dick, he know you coming to get some dick. But he’s going to be cool about it he isn’t going to open the door with his dick out, he’s going to wait until you ask for it. And you know and he knows you will.
So did I put the flogger out for her to see? Yep, did I act like I wasn’t really listening to her while she went on and on about the flogger? Yep, I knew she was going to ask to be hit with it. And she did .So I spent half the night hitting her, and the other half “hitting” her. I’m such a guy at times.
The last kind of person is open to try something and in the process find they love it, and if they are not careful they may become a slut about it, but hey. There’s noting wrong with a slut.
The truth is I believe is that things in this way of life that are scary to people they label the edge. I’m afraid of flying, but I don’t call it the edge I call it being afraid of flying.
So we should all start saying what it really is. Yes some things take you to the edge, but flying is not edge play, it called I’m traveling to the Dominican Republic this May. And I’m a bit nervous about getting on the plane.
And speaking of the edge, it’s not like only one person is going there. It takes two to get there, or more depending on where you are at.
So I leave some quotes for you to ponder the edge or not.
“when you have come to the edge of all light that you know and are about to drop off into the darkness of the unknown, faith knows one of two things will happen. There will be something solid to stand to stand on or you will be taught to fly.”
“Come to the edge he said. They said we are afraid. Come to the edge, he said. They came, he pushed then and they flew.”
“I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can’t see from the center.”
“What orbit of planets has put you and me in the place, at this moment?
Where time takes a breath, and we dance on the edge of our dreams?
“Suffering, once accepted, loses its edge, for the terror of it lessens, and what remains is generally far more manageable then we had imagined.”
“When one jumps over the edge, one is bound to land somewhere.”
“You never know what is enough, unless you know what’s more then enough.”
“The problem with cutting edge is that someone has to bleed.”
Until next time
The cynicism you refer to, I acquired the day I discovered I was different from little boys!
So much has been going on, it’s like a blur. I don’t know where to begin? I’ve already wrote about the panel discussion at TES. It was a great experience and most of the audience stayed after the break to continue and ask questions which was good because we got to share some good ideas about the issue. It was the first time I’ve heard out loud that heterosexual men are the reasons why folks don’t come to TES, and I believe if they do they don’t stay long. A great thing about the panel was that not only did it bring people to TES that would not come to discuss this topic on the panel; it also brought out people from outside of TES that would not come to TES. And not to say that all of the discussion was about TES, it was also discussed why people may not attend LSM, ONYX, ONYX Pearls or Nibble. Afterwards a young lady came up to me and invited me to the switch party that she hosts once a month. That would not have happened if not for the panel discussion. Nor would I have had the opportunity to talk with another woman from LSM.
That being said lets move on.
The next night I attended the dominant women submissive men’s group the topic. Strap on, or straps, dicks and butt plugs with Felice Shays. Okay I have to insert something here. Ms. Shays is sexy as hell. I’m not really into the kind of woman but ever y now and again I come across one that makes me take notice. I think it was her hair and the fact that she smelled good. Now that I got that out, let’s move on. The discussion was very informative, but it was not so serious that you could not ask questions. Which there were a lot of, and not to be left out she brought a suitcase full dildos, straps and lube. And of course this was more then a full house, but of course, it was strap on and guys who never come to the group were there. Some, if not most were there hoping to see strap on play (and to volunteer), and a few who really had an interest in it.
I couldn’t stay since I had been up already for two days; I had to try to get some sleep. But as I was getting ready to leave, I saw this woman walking towards me. She came right up to me and said Raven I had to introduce myself, I’m DL King. I jumped up and we talked for a bit, she was leaving as well, and it was late. Afterwards I turned to someone and said do you know who that was? DL King. I was like a groupie, but I didn’t care. It’s strange to me still, that I’ve had the opportunity to work with people in the music and movie industry and have never been star struck. But I have to admit I was a bit with meeting DL King, I’ve bought her books which I haven’t gotten to read yet but that’s another post.
This weekend I’m hoping to get some rest and prepare for the caning demo on Tuesday.
Until next time
The cynicism you refer to, I acquired the day I discovered I was different from little boys!
Where are the Minorities in the Scene? – a panel discussion moderated by Lady Sabrina
This discussion will take place at TES on the 20th. Yeah, the 20th so Tevo the whole Obama thing.
Now on to the post!
I can understand why some don’t come out. When I made the decision to become public with my D/s it was not what I expected. I thought it would be like the 70’s, I’m not saying it was going to be all wine and roses, but I thought I might find the same atmosphere. Yeah, the 80’s changed everything but some things might have been the same. What I found was a community that had very little people of color but even more disturbing there were no gay people. I found out through some investigation that there were gay people in the scene, they made a spot for themselves else where. Bummer, I was expecting a great mix of people. But like I said I could understand. Going out in public and meeting others at times made me want to run back to become private.
You would think it was because every white boy would refer to me as mistress? Or because every white boy who approached me would go on a rant about how they wanted to serve me, but it was really them talking about how the loved eating pussy or ass. That’s not service to me. But the biggest reason was this.
That creature the white male heterosexual dominants.
Here’s how it would go, I’d be having a conversation with one just shitting the shit. And before long the question would be asked. “ have you always been the dominant in all of your relationships?” that was code to find out if I would submit to them. I was never interested in submitting to anyone. And with a straight face looking them in the eyes, I’d answer. “YES.” To which our conversation would end.
I always equated this sentence to those other creatures the heterosexual men who when I told them I enjoyed the sexual experience with women, who would ask, “so you never enjoyed sex with me, maybe you haven’t been with the right one? This too is code for I should sleep with them because then I’d see the light. Ah, no, and the conversation would basically end.
In both cases it a shame at least to me that these creatures feel they are the ones to try to make one see the light. It’s no wonder that gay men, women and the like stay away from them making their own spaces. Hell, I feel at time that being what the world calls bisexual I’m in the closet so to speak, since the same creature would have said they’d love to see two women together. These statements are all to fulfill some fantasy or need they have, but is clearly not a need the one they are making the statement to, wish to comply to, nor asked for.
So is it a wonder that I was a bit sadden to find there was not one place that all came together, even though they went to their separate spaces at times?
Now if only I can find a place for me a bi-sexual, sadist,irish black women, African pagan worshipper who smokes marlboros
The Sisters of ONXY Pearls are having a party. Come out, come out were ever you are. Spanking, flogging and caning oh my!
Happy Birthday ONYX Pearls Northeast!
It’s our 1 year anniversary and we’re having a party!
You are all cordially invited to attend our birthday bash up in the Sanctuary @Paradise Lost on Friday, January 30, 10:00 PM till they throw us out!
The Sin of this month’s Paradise Lost party is ENVY-n-UV, a spectacle of color, sounds, black light, UV wands and deviance!
The festivities are OPEN TO ALL and will be held at REHAB, 25 Avenue B (between 2nd & 3rd Sts.) in NYC. Attire in the Sanctuary is dress to impress Fetish…how much or how little we’ll leave that for you to decide!
And…
Just for the Ladies, we are also having a meeting on Saturday, January 31, 3:00-5:00 PM @the LGBT Center, 208 W 13th St (near 7th Ave), in NYC.
Have you been curious about the Pearls and just haven’t had a chance to come out to a meeting? Well this is the perfect opportunity to check something off of your list of:
“Leather Resolutions”
The topic this month is all about making resolutions; but with a kinky twist! Anyone can resolve to lose weight or join a gym; so why not mix it up a little?
Always wanted to achieve a Leather-related goal? Venturing out to your first ONYX Pearls Northeast meeting, perhaps? Learning a new skill, finding your Leather spirituality? Well, whatever it is we want to hear about it! Who knows we might be able to help you fulfill a few of ‘em!
ONYX Pearls Northeast
There must be something in the stars that I’m not aware of. On fetlife which I don’t frequent often, but receive email alerts from. I had to go to the site to see what the hell was happening on my profile. I had thought some gremlin had changed it.
I keep receiving emails and messages from the site form men who are into cross dressing. So I went over my profile again, thinking that maybe I had inadvertently put some kind of cross dressing code in it. Nope, so why then do I keep getting messages from men who say they’ve read my profile, liked what they read and then go on about how they love to cross dress? Am I missing something? Or do they think that because they say they think we are compatible and hoping I’ll miss them throwing in the cross dressing thing?
I’ve had to change my profile over there a few times, and I think it maybe time again. Messages I get from people that read but never comment here at my blog, we may not have a lot of things in common but the conversation is interesting and maybe one day they will come out in the world to meet for coffee. Which brings me to another point, why are people on a site that’s for social networking but are to damn afraid to come out and be social? I mean really it fucking coffee for crimeysake. Ugg
While at work I helped someone who later came back to me and asked if I had gone to Joan of Arc Jr. High?
Which I did.
She seemed to have remembered me and we talked about some of the people we went to school with, oh joy.
After more small talk, she said, “you are still the same, you don’t give a shit.”
To which I pointed out to her that was not the case. Then I proceeded to give her a laundry list of things I did give a shit about.
To which she replied, “yep you’re still the same no one ever knew if you where being serious when they talked to you.” I reminded her that the “no one” she was referring to never spoke to me unless it was to remind me of how dark I was, which she was one of.
After looking away then meeting my eyes which never left her face, she apologized, saying “Well you know it was all about fitting in, you were so different” “
No,” I replied, “since I was never interested in fitting in, and I’m still different. While you and the girls like you were letting boys’ finger pop you in stair cases, girls like me were more interested in telling boys what they were not going to do to us. But we were the different ones?” But not to leave her feeling as if we were not comrades, I tried to make light of it and explained I did try to fit in once, but it didn’t take. I felt like King Kong at the top of the Empire State building trying to grab airplanes. At this point she got that glossy look to her eyes and I wished her well.
It should be interesting since she said she’d come back to talk. Not that I think we have anything in common, but the past, so I think I’ll have to pass on this one.
Hon, that’s dangerous. Fuck yeah it is that’s why I like it.
I got this beautiful knife from Lady Sabrina at Folsom. It’s been sitting on my dresser since then. Every morning I look at it and wonder when I will get to use it?
Knife play is something that is very intimate to me. It brings closeness to things. The knife, sweat and breathing are the only things more palpable in the room then the two bodies the space occupy.
Knife play, along with needles brings a bonding of trust on a level that for nothing else that I do can. Not to say that caning or single tails don’t deserve a level of trust, and can bond people, but knives, and needles can be used as an invasion into the body. There’s always a chance of blood and blood for me binds on a deep level. It says your mine, I’m yours.
What Edge Play Exploratorium
When Tue Jan 27 7:30pm – Tue Jan 27 11pm
Where 260 W 36th, 3rd Floor
Created By
TES
Description
Mistress Didi*s Blissful Breath Play
With safety first, The Mistress Didi* will guide you in the subtleties
and varieties of ways to enhance the thrill of Asphyxiation Play. As
always, you will learn safe and proper approaches to manipulate the
physiology of your Playmate along with techniques and the use of an
array Toys to create truly breath-taking experiences!
Caning with Lady Raven
Lady Raven, a truly sadistic Dominant, will be discussing caning. The
good, the bad and the downright fun. She will also be discussing
safety, care and technique. And hoping to find the answer to the
question, “when did caning become edge play?”
Knives and Pointy Things with Dov
Knives and other sharp objects elicit a primitive and visceral
reaction in people ranging from fear to adoration. They can be used to
cut, scratch, prod, manipulate, mindfuck or any combination you can
think of. This is a class on how to work safely and understand sharp
objects and how they can be used in a scene
Okay, so I came across this and could not stop laughing.
http://www.koldcast.tv/video/fetishes
Until next time Perverts- Get your fetish on
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