mooninites are great in boston but Fullerton needs random life size TARDIS sightings...

initially i will be making a cardboard mock up of it to work out the break down/assemble/security issues.

Then I will be making a permanent version to covertly leave around town for a few hours at a time.

Im pretty sure a life size Tardis wont be hard to miss....

I am sorry, you have failed this Mantest...

I have had to sort out in my head a few really fucked experiences lately, All of these experiences have 2 common denominators: myself and someone who is cisgendered.

I. I was having a conversation with some people about bondage and discipline related sexual turn-ons/fetishes. After a bit, it became clear on an unspoken level that there was a disparity in the reasons behind the sexual arousal. (follow so far?)

Basically, the cismen I was speaking with all felt that femdom was a turn-on for them because it was a power struggle / role reversal of sorts. In short, the cismen were sexually aroused BECAUSE the reality is they could easily overpower them.



wow.


Seriously, this fucked me up for days. I've sorted it in my head and come to this conclusion:

how prevalent is this idea, as a social generality, in our culture?

If/when i prodom, I will literally beat with my bare fists, this retarded thinking out of any client who feels this way about femdom. I will call it "aversion therapy". Then I will never see them again.

MY PERSONAL HISTORY:

all my femdom experiences thus far have been soooooo positive, I was treated like the center of the universe. In return, I made the other person feel super awesome to be subbing under me at that moment. It was mutual bliss. :P

Finding out that some cismale subs are this way made my heart and soul ache like a death of a loved one. I have had to endure loss so much that honestly, that is how this felt to me. I saw my bucolic notion of femdom murdered before my eyes.

I'll write about the other cisfest in a future post. I'm sleepy now.

burlesque, kinky genes and the wellspring of creation...

I have emerged from HELL, leaving Dante and his cuckold of a guide to deal with the fence-sitters and wasps.

Now I find myself in a place of relative security and a metric fuck ton of ideas to manifest into reality. I have started writing all my ideas down in a jumbo sketchbook. I have no idea where this rollercoaster is going but at least i can see whats happening.

I'm so hungry...am I going to die? I want to get more stuff done first.

I'm hanging over a bar stool (no, not where you're thinking) typing this on my silicone encased asus eeepc. "Slow Fade of Love" by Jenny Lewis / Rilo Kiley is playing on my trusty pink zune. I've recently discovered that I can sing in harmony with pretty much only Jenny Lewis songs....hmm...

I need to eat. I can't keep anything down. I threw up my breakfast shake this morning. Its been like this since before my surgery in December. I've lost 15 pounds since the begining of the year. It's been suggested I see a doctor but I've already been about this. They tell me its anxiety and that I should relax.

I get scared cause its the one OCD that I have that could kill me.

welcome to my blog... (spoiler alert)

Welcome to my blog; Business as Usual. I would like to extend a few caveats to those who may be new to me...

This blog will cover everything from craft and decorative arts, local interest, socialist-anarchistic-lefty pinko opinion, gay, lesbian and transgendered civil rights advancements, alternative lifestyles, sewing and crochet, poverty, food, philosophy, religion, spirituality, gender theory, color theory, ceramics, the abandoned, the forgotten, friends who are here, friends who are gone, family, drag queens, performance artists, sea turtles, snails, spiders, hipsters, racists, my internal ideologues, my external monologues and of course, tattoos.

You have been warned.