Wednesday, May 23, 2012

CJLL #3- Boot Blacking Ephemera

Two advertising cards for shoe polish from the Carter-Johnson Leather Library:

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                                                    Frank Miller's French Blacking New York




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                                                             Bull Frog Shoe Polish 5 cents

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Kink Deferred

Yesterday around 9pm, headache and vomiting got in the way of a perfectly good night of kink, which was to include spanking and fire cupping.  I have to hand it to the staff at the Crucible for taking good care of me until I was well enough to drive home.

The day was not an entire waste kink–wise, however. In the afternoon I attended a workshop on genitorture for those with vulvas and vaginas. I explain it that way because the instructor wanted to make the point that just because a person has these genitalia does not mean that the person identifies as female. The preferred pronouns for the four (!) demo bottoms were he, she, she and it.

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For the first demo, the bottom got on the floor and the inst. kicked him between the legs. Hard. Apparently bits can take alot of impact. Then the inst. covered his vulva with plastic wrap and hit it with a small leather strap and then a paint stirrer. Since he was a boot black, he also requested to be hit with one of his brushes, and reported that the prickly, irritating sensation of the bristles was not deadened by the plastic wrap barrier.

The next demo discussed how one could introduce humiliation into a scene by doing an "inspection” of the genitials, looking them over, examining them, and making quantitative (I can fit 3 fingers in.) or qualitative (I can fit 3 fingers in because you've got a loose slutty vagina!) statements. Then the inst. moved on to insertion, describing how it can be made uncomfortable, including sliding a finger in along with the dildo to put pressure on different parts of the vaginal wall.

For the third demo bottom, the class moved from basic genitorture to genitorture university.

A snake bite remover can works as a mini version of vacuum cupping. It is the same principle, but the cup is small enough to cover the area of a bite, and suction is achieved by pulling a syringe handle.  I don't know the right terminology here.  It is alot of suction in a small area, and when applied to the clitoris, the result is intense.

The instructor also demonstrated that fire play is a possibility for the bits if one uses a q-tip dipped in 70% isopropal alcohol (90% burns too hot apparently). When lit, it is a tiny flame, almost invisible.  I tried this on my arm and it was hot and uncomfortable, and it singed the hair.  I can only imagine it on more sensitive areas.

(I'll add here that the instructor is OSHA certified to handle blood and spent a good deal of time talking about safe handling of equipment and sterilization.) 


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The last act of the third demo was needle play: one just under the skin of each of the outer labia, 3/4 in long needles straight into the perineum, mons pubis and clitoral hood, and a 5 inch needle through both outer labia, making a vulva kabob. Ouch, ouch, ouch, and ouch. The demo bottom moaned and groaned as the needles went in, especially the kabob because it went through skin four times. Once in she could not feel them, and she was content to have them in while we observed the fourth demo. (When the needles came out later there was pain and blood.)

The forth demo moved us from genitorture university to genitorture post-graduate fellowship.  This is some gnarly shit.  If you had trouble with the needles, scroll on down to another blog entry.

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The first part wasn't so bad.  We learned how to use a speculum. Then the demo bottom wanted to have the feeling of scrotum, so the instructor injected each of the outer labia with a saline flush. It was a pretty good size syringe filled with saline and it took about 15 seconds to inject each labia.   Oval-shaped swellings became visible, and the instructor told us that the body would reabsorb the saline in about 24 hours. The instructor has also done this procedure on men to temporarily enlarge the scrotum and penis, and also on men and women who want to temporarily enlarge breasts. In the case of breast, she has used IV bags full of saline.
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Finally we learned how to do a temporary chastity using super glue. The instructor put some super glue on a q-tip and spread a tiny amount along the sides of the outer labia then pushed them together. After about 10 seconds they were glued.  In this case, the demo wanted access to its clit, so only a 1/2 inch portion of the labia was glued.  If one wants to glue more, there must be an opening left for urine.

The glue breaks down over the course of 3 days through exposure to urine. If there is an emergency situation and it must be undone before then, nail polish remover on a q-tip applied only to the glued area will release it.


Thursday, May 17, 2012

CJLL #2 - Piercing Fans International Quarterly - No. 16

Another goodie from the Carter Johnson Leather Library: Piercing Fans International Quarterly - No. 16.  On the cover, Annie Sprinkle shows her labial piercing. In the issue:  special feature / play piercing, who's who / meet mother magic, and Ellen Sunshine's letters continue.

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Saturday, May 12, 2012

Carter - Johnson Leather Library #1 - Pins

Over the next month or so I'll be posting pics of what I saw at the Carter-Johnson Leather Library while it was visiting the Washington, D.C area.

If you have anything BDSM or Leather related that you would like to pass on, please contact the Library.  It is documenting history, and if you are reading this, you are part of that history.

In addition to magazines, newspapers and rare books, the Library collects memorabilia including lots and lots of pins.

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(Above: Trench San Francisco; 3rd Anniversary Camp 1974; Boot Camp IV "His Master's Boots" San Francisco; International Mr Leather 1988; B.U.L.L.; Mike's Men Friendship Dinner; American Brotherhood Weekend 1994; 9th Excelsior MC 1984; Night of North Magnolia October 7, 1995; Friend of Spearhead; Toolbox Number 1 in Toronto; San Francisco GDI Club 1975; Knights of Malta San Francisco; 2nd Anniversary Eagle 1980; The Five 1981; Camp 2; The Village 1st Anniversary August 5, 1978, 18th and Castro S.E.; Baron MTL; Mr. East Coast Leather 1994; Gay Night at Marriott's Great America 1978, 1987; Rochester Rams, Rochester, New York; Thanksgiving Everett's Village; Corral International Long Beach; Second Annual Night of Knights, Golden Night Award; 49ers; Copperheads; LVC 1986; Guardians 4th, 7th; California Motor Club 1965-1980 Carnival; Mid American 1975; Ms. East Coast Leather 1994; Leather Forever 1977)


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(Cant make out a ton in this one, but I found DC Eagle, Trident Los Angeles, and Southeast Leatherfest)


Monday, May 7, 2012

In Honor of the Previous Post




As if anyone needs an excuse for 
Christina Hendricks.




Tit for Tat

I didn’t know there was anything wrong with me until one night my mother told me so as she was tucking me into bed. We were living in Leavenworth, Kansas, and I was in elementary school, probably 3rd or 4th grade.

“One day your husband is going to look at you and tell you you’re not normal.”

She was referring to my nipples. 

Let me repeat, I was in elementary school, no older than 9 years old. The little neighborhood girls I joke around with are the same age I was then.

Who says that to their daughter?

It is impossible to communicate the shame and isolation I felt.  My inverted nipples were my dirty secret. My body was deformed, and people (my husband) were appearing from the future to condemn me for it. 

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One the first day of school the next year, I folded toilet tissue into neat squares, put it into my little training bra, and made a bargain with my breasts: You can stick out, but the shape of your nipples must stay a secret.

I didn’t have words for it at the time, because hell I was a kid, but thinking back there are people who are supposed to have your back, nurture you and look out for your best interests. Most parents shield kids from the grown up world’s anxiety, stress, chaos and rage. My family had lots of problems in this regard.  But her comment was not just failing to shield me from an outside force;  she injected the anxiety and shame right into me.

Instead of sitting with her own anxiety that her children were not perfect, she needed to share that anxiety with me.  It was unfair to put that burden on me. Not to mention very fucked up.  

It is painful to write about this, and it makes me want to cry. I want to hug that little girl who needed acceptance and unconditional love but was born to two parents who were incapable of it. I've mentioned it to my mom a couple of times. Her response: "I don't remember saying that, but if I did, I apologize." Why would she remember?  I was a off-handed comment.  It meant nothing to her.

On a 1-10 scale, today this bothers me at about a level 1.  I wonder how much hot sexy trouble I stayed out of in college and my twenties because I let this nonsense affect me. Now that I am in my thirties, I’ve started having my fun.  It’s probably for the best since I’m more mature now.

Well, Mom, of all the men and women who have had intimate contact with my nips, none have complained! 

Guess you were wrong.