This is going up significantly later than I’d planned. It seems we only got one entrant to the roundup this time. I’d like y’all to meet my good friend Nelson. He writes at Livejournal under a couple of different names, and he submitted a very cool gallery of photos of him with a blacklight.

NSFW - Blacklight

In this time period I also posted my favorite set of self-portraits, so I’ll put that back out there as well.

Light/Dark

As Elizabeth stated, the Roundup now comes with prizes! This time we were lucky enough to be able to offer the Blossom Sleeve as a gift from the lovely folks at Babeland. I suppose by default the prize goes to Nelson! I hope you enjoy it, and be sure to send us a review after you’ve gotten fully acquainted.

The Folsom Street fair rules. I have attended annually since 1997. This year, I stopped at the midpoint of the fair by a large gray cube constructed of draped fabric. I was bemused by the fact it was covered with poster-sized portraits of people in Fetish garb and assorted drag. I was gestured over by a dude who asked if I was interested in being photographed for a potential photo project. I thought, sure, yeah :-) I stepped into the line, filled out a release, and waited to face the artist.

As it turned out, the man behind the curtain was Howard Schatz. He is kind of a big deal photographic artist. He has amazing books in print. He’s got a bunch of photos from Folsom Fairs past and is in the midst of an ongoing project that may well include me!!

Last week, I received an e-mail from one of his assistants with a proof from the shots he took of me in that portable booth, and they asked if I would answer a few questions. Yes, of course. I am hardly one to demur if an artist wants to know about me.

Well fucking color me flabber-fucking-gasted when, after replying to the questions off of the top of my head, I get a message back that Mr. Schatz was “very intrigued” by my responses and might want to chat briefly with me.

!!!!!!!!

Holy shi — (Yeah, that is me with nothing to say, totally blown away.)

— I mean, this guy’s met and worked with real life ….you know..famous people!!!

Anyway, here is one of the pictures he sent to me.

(C)2008, Howard Schatz

And here is what I said in response to his questions… hope I do wind up chatting with him! If not, wow, an honor to be a part of his oeuvre.

Thank-you for coming to our outdoor studio at The Folsom Street Fair and for allowing us to make this image. We are preparing a book on The Fair. We need text, context, content, to make the book rich, interesting, worth reading, (over and above the photos). Would you please help us by sending us your responses to these questions? WHEN WE RECEIVE YOUR RESPONSES WE WILL SEND YOU A SECOND IMAGE. If you don’t want your name identified in the book, just let us know that.

1. Why do go to The Folsom Street Fair?

I’m a long-standing member of the BDSM and Leather Community. The Folsom Street Fair is a Family Reunion, a Carnival, A Freakshow, and Old Home Week, a dance, a celebration of our selves in all of our most real and most outlandish and most touching bared souls. I go because I can’t bear the thought of not going. I go because I can be “really real” me or “make believe pretend me”. I am always amused and aghast at how much closer those parts of me are than I think they are, and I carry that magic epiphany with me for the rest of the year.

2. What does your Folsom Street Fair persona say about you?

It says “Yes.” It says “Ask me!” It says “Look closer”

3. Does your FSF persona reflect the “real” you?

Absolutely. I am what I decide to be the moment I gather consciousness in the morning. Whether or not I choose to be in full getup, whether or not I decide to sport leather, I am, in my heart, a deeply wild energy gathered into human form. Whomever I am at Folsom reflects that.

4. What do you do for a living? How old are you?

Right now, I work for several adult-themed websites. My skill and ability as a writer, coupled with my knowledge of kink and of Leather community and BDSM issues landed me in a place where I can have all of those skills and make my “day job” closer to my avocation than merely an “occupation.”

I was born in 1969, on June 20th, in NY Hospital, NYC, NY.

5. How does the FSF role-playing fit into the rest of your life?

The FSF is less of a place to put on a role than it is a place to peel off the niceties of everyday life. I have more opportunities than many people when it comes to “Flying my Freak Flag,” but it is rare to have the freedom to do so in the street, in the sun, in the air, and without shame. My life is very much about finding my way and making it beautiful. Revealing my inside through the sacred and ancient act of donning ceremonial, special garb connects me to an older truth. And the truth is that we are both what we reveal and what we conceal.

6. Who are you, really?

I’m a curvy Perverted Negress, a writer, a showoff, unbelievably shy and very adept at hiding that from all but the most astute eyes. I am an actress, performer, BDSM and Leather Community educator, emotional flashpoint and violently passionate about that which moves me. I love cartoons and dumb jokes and Fellini movies and Star Wars and Star Trek. I also love floggings and submission and service and sweet potato pies. Mine are the best ever. I am a blogger (http://mollena.com) and I live life as it is handed to me with no adjustments, no chaser, and no limits to experience. And I am a nerd.

7. Anything else pertinent that you think those who will read the book will find interesting? Surprising, remarkable, really revealing and private secrets will make reading and seeing the book quite fantastic—-so please do help us let the world know the richness of human diversity.

My secret fantasies revolve around the loss of power, the ravishment of the body and the bending of the will. The idea of the politically-incorrect brutish man savagely taking what he wants from a resistant victim whose own will is subsumed by his lust and wickedly unfettered slavering needs is hot as hell to me. Nothing is more incandescent that purely lust-based transgression. As for me, give me a double helping. Being fully who you are seldom is pretty, tidy, neat and polite. Give me sloppy dirty feral gorgeousness any day. Give me joy that makes me laugh too loudly in restaurants and give me heartbreak that shatters my ego into quicksilver balls of mercurial pain across the floor. All of these things let me know I am loving, and living, true to who I am.

Anything else…? ;-) Peace

~Mollena

Tags: folsom, folsom street fair, fsf, howard schatz, Mollena, Photography, schatz

Tags: Altered Aperture, black and white photography, Erotic Photography, HNT

I don’t know what you’ve done to me,
But I know this much is true:
I wanna do bad things with you.

~Jace Everett

~xo

So I proved a slacker on organizing another Naked Blog Boy Roundup, but I’m going to blame that on Hurricane recovery. Yeah, that’s it. I’ve got no excuse anymore, though. The web needs more naked guys! I’m thinking of setting a target date of Thursday, November 6. If you want to participate, post some pictures of yourself to your blog and send the link to gabe at pornocracy.org. The androphiles are counting on you. Yes, YOU!

And if you don’t know what I’m talking about, take a trip back to August to see the first Naked Blog Boy Roundup.

Catalina by AlteredAperture.com

Okay, so technically this is a little more than half-naked, but one could argue that since you really only see my bum a little it still counts!  Besides, I’m looking for a good excuse to show it off!  I’ve been waiting all week for today!  Big round of applause, please, for Ms. Nikki Nefarious who is the photographer behind AlteredAperture.com for making magic happen!

Tags: Altered Aperture, Catalina Loves, HNT, Ms. Nikki Nefarious, redhead

Nothing quite as decadent as being completely naked but for a pair of over the knee socks.

Kind of makes you wish the camera would have traveled a little higher.

Imagine those long legs draped over your shoulders…inviting you to what’s hidden between. Mmmmm.

Athena Fatale is one of the nicest, sweetest, most sadistic and beautiful women I have met yet. Essentially she’s made of awesomeness soup. I met Jinx1313 at Mr S Leather when she was there for a photo shoot with Cortes Photo, she was going to shoot with Athena as well.

Once Athena arrived at the loft we all got to hang out for a bit and then she asked if I would suspend Jinx1313 for a photo. I could have hugged her right then!! Well of course I will suspend Jinx1313! And better yet I’ll do it in the bathroom.

The bathroom in the loft is about as big as my bedroom at home, with marble walls, marble garden tub, bidet, and more shower heads and nozzles coming out of the walls than House of Pain’s got rhymes. The best part of it all was the suspension point above the tub.

So there I am with two ridiculously hot women in a bathroom, one in sexy latex, one clad only in heels. What to do, what to do. You know, sometimes my life is just hard ;) Luke Degre let me borrow some of his hemp ropes and I went to town! The pic above is one of my favorites from the set.

But it gets much better. After a bit of posing and playing with Jinx1313, Athena gets a shower nozzle and turns the set into a water bondage shoot. Me? Oh yeah, I’m happy as hell at this point! Well I’m going to stop talking about it, after all a pic is worth a thousand words right? Well these are worth a million!

Catalina by AlteredAperture.com

Well, it’s technically HNT, since I’m not completely exposed! However, this is from my first set of nudes that I did with Nikki (AlteredAperture.com) yesterday. I think they turned out pretty neat. There are several more on my Fetlife.com profile, if you’re curious. A very good excuse to sign up for Fetlife, if you haven’t already!

So let us know what you think (Nikki and I both want feedback!)

Tags: Altered Aperture, Art Nude, Catalina Loves, Catalina Nude, CNT, HNT, Ms. Nikki Nefarious

There was a time that I actually participated in BDSM activities. I was single and dating, putting myself out there in hopes of finding something real. In the process, I learned a lot about myself and about the lifestyle. Since my life has become less edge and more vanilla, I am more thankful than ever that I had the opportunity to experience things for myself.

My first experience with any sort of bondage came from a man named Michael. He was older by about fifteen years and very wise in the ways of the world. To this day I’m not certain of his heritage but it doesn’t matter. The important thing is knowing that he was gorgeous and sophisticated and he ruled his world with an iron fist.

He rented a hotel room for me and I checked in two hours ahead of our scheduled meeting time. I showered and shaved, feeling very much like a virgin on her wedding night. I followed his instructions and swallowed the fear, pretending that I was an old pro.

That first night I sucked him off and he made me orgasm by pressing his mouth to my dripping cunt. It was slow and sweet and I felt let down. Then I felt guilty for questioning him, even if it was only in my mind. As he dressed to leave, I was speechless.

The next morning he showed up at six and gone were the sweet ways and the pleasantries. Instead I was face down in the mattress with his condom covered cock violating me. His hands held my long auburn hair as if he were holding the reigns of a mare and as he leaned over me I felt his teeth close against the flsh of my back. I screamed out loud and his climax was almost instant.

We showered and left the room to go to lunch. I don’t remember where he took me, but it was nice and quiet. We could talk in whispers and I loved feeling as if I hadn’t a care in the world.

Back at the hotel he told me to undress and lay on the bed. I did as I was told and waited with bated breath. A blindfold was placed over my eyes and it crossed my mind that I should probably fear for my life. Instead, I laid still and waited for his next move.

He raised my hands above my head and I felt the cold steel handcuffs close. The loud click echoed in the nearly empty room and I tested them. They were tight but they didn’t dig into my skin, so I relaxed once more.

My ankles were restrained and I knew that my fat body spread eagle on the bare bed must have made an awful sight. He said he liked women with curves, BBWs, and I had believed him. Now I wondered if he only chose them to torture and kill them, to make the world better for pretty thin people. Still, I didn’t move. I just laid there and shivered.

I felt his fingers in my skin and he told me to remember that I was free to use my safe word whenever I felt I needed it. I didn’t speak. It wasn’t something that needed a reply.

Almost immediately I felt the flogger land between my breasts. One blow then another. Over and over again he alternated between my breast, my fat tummy, and my muscular legs. I cried and I came; I screamed his name and begged for mercy but I didn’t use my safe word.

He stopped and I heard him begin to rummage through his toy bag. I heard him tear open a condom package then the sound of it being rolled into place. He was going to fuck me again, after the intense flogging. I began to cry and contemplate the safe word. My body was tired and my soul was in need.

There was a click and whirl of noise. I stopped crying to listen more closely. I heard the shutter of a camera and began to panic in earnest.

He told me to keep my legs spread and my mouth shut. I felt his fingers pry my cunt lips apart and the coolness of a condom against my skin. A sharp pain shot through me and I tried not to scream.

In and out; out further, in deeper. Over and over again he fucked my pussy with a huge object, stopping only long enough to take pictures. I cried and moaned and soared. The orgasms shook my body.

As quickly as it had started, it was over. He removed the restraints. He unlocked the handcuffs. When he removed the blindfold and I saw his smiling face, nothing had ever looked so fabulous.

We bathed together in the huge jacuzzi tub and I remember thinking that I would never again be the same. More than he needed to control, I needed to submit. I needed to be controlled; I needed to be told what to do because otherwise, my brain would never turn off. He recognized it and nurtured it. He kept me for the entire summer, feeling so strongly that I was walking in the sun.

And now? I’m lost. I’m always on. I’m crawling in the dark.

Tags: BDSM, Bondage, fellation, Fetish, First Encounters, It Really Happened, Kink, Life, Oral sex, Photography, Sex, sex blogger, Submissive, The Butterfly Temptress

I have a friend who is learning the ropes from me - I’m a sort of mentor, and we refer to our relationship as sempai/kohai in the traditional Japanese style. Normally I’m teaching her topping skills, flogging, tying, etc.

However, I have an event coming up that’s going to require me to be doing some more “meat & potatoes” tying, on some world-class bondage models. They can handle things a bit more extreme than most of my play partners, so when I wanted to practice not being nice my Kohai was gracious enough to offer her young, double-jointed switchy masochistic self.

Thing is, I also had to practice something I’ve never done: photography. See, I know and love some of the best photographers out there - I call Lochai and the InstantExpert and Mistress Mayhem family, fer gossakes - so I never even tried to pick up anything better than a point and shoot. I could always find someone else who knew all the ins-and-outs to take good photos if I needed it.

Not so, this time. I needed to learn, if not how to be a great or even good photographer, how not to be a sucky one. So with the loan of a Sony A100 from a friend and some hard-core bondage porn for my inspiration, we set out to see what we could do.

I learned some things:

1. Lighting is key to good shots.
2. There’s a lotta frikkin’ buttons on these cameras.
3. A patient, communicative model is a joy forever.
4. Lighting really helps get good shots.
5. Oh, that button makes it auto-focus? That’s useful to know 2 hours in.
6. My Kohai is smokin‘ hot.
7. She’d probably be even hotter with some good lighting.
8. I’m not the greatest photographer in the world.
9. I’m not the suckiest photographer in the world, either.
10. I need to get some lights if I’m gonna do this again…

Since #9 was really all I was going for, I’m declaring victory, returning the camera, and going off to Toronto for the GRUE. But out of the 5 hours and 192 photos and three rigs (one full suspension, two partial), there are a few that I’ve either liked as is or been able to crop or tweak enough that I want to share. So…click on the pic below to see my Kohai as rigged and shot by me.

And many thanks to AngryBunnyMan, PointyKitty Studios, Leon, Mistress Mayhem, Ralinad, David Lawrence, Steven Speliotis, and especially Lochai for years of inspiring images that helped me see the ropes and flesh in a more beautiful way…

Fivestar (above) is one of my favoritestest people in the world, see how fun she is? She suspended herself right there, pretty cool huh! This photo was actually taken before Folsom, but I thought it was the perfect intro photo. I won’t give commentary on these photos, I will just leave the details up to your imagination!

A little something I donated myself….to see more of me and others, click the button below!

This shot is not just of me, but I think nicely sums up the whole Folsom Experience.

Yes, that’s a guy holding his dick behind my head. No, I have no idea he’s there. (My Master thought this was very funny!) Many guys walk around the fair entirely naked, or wearing just a cock-ring, or nipple rings, or a collar. Not many women do! Happily, most of the naked guys are gay, which means they don’t bother me at all — I think gay men should romp naked in the streets at every possible opportunity! But for some reason, the kinds of straight guys who choose to wander around naked are always the kinds of guys who just come off as a little slimy, the not cool kind of perverts.

Although I must say that this year I didn’t get my ass grabbed when we were in the crowd — people really seemed more polite this year. Folsom gets really crowded — there are parts of the street where it’s just a seething mass of people, with not more than two inches in between them, and all are pushing and shoving to get in their desired direction, which is generally the completely opposite one from the people around them! It’s pure chaos, but as you look around you, people are dressed in leather and latex and schoolgirl outfits and ponygirl gear and uniforms and, well, every fetish there is (including the guys walking around naked) and it’s really an amazing experience.

Anyway, in the shot above, I was just in between taking pictures. Here’s a couple of the shots I was taking. Since the “which do you like best post I did last week was so well received, I’ll ask your artistic opinions again, do you like the first one or the second one best?
Continue reading “Folsom Street Fair pictures”

Tags: BDSM, Bondage, corset/girdle, digital photography, Events, folsom street fair, Kink, pictures, r/l scenes, stockings/heels

I am caught up in the feeling of wanting to not be myself for a little while.  The past week has been full of fail, you see, and I’ve been working very hard to just be the person I have to be in order to get things done.  I’ve answered emails with as cheery an outlook as I could muster, I’ve handled phone calls that I didn’t want to take because I needed to, I’ve done laundry and cleaned the house (no small feat), I’ve written a bit, and I’ve done my client work and my work for myself as best I could.  Underneath that all, though, I’m really wanting a vacation.  Not time away from home, but time away from just having to be Sarah.  And tonight, I’m fixated on a way I want it.

I want to talk to my paramour, and invite him over for some quality adult time.  I want to greet him in the bedroom naked, sitting on my bed that’s been stripped of the comfy blankets and pillows that make it my refuge.  I want to look up at him, and hand him the grey vintage rubber gas mask and some delicious rope, and let him read in my face what I need from him.

That mask stinks, by the way - it smells like old rubber, and sweat, and my own fear - but that’s perfect for what I need.  I need it to wrap around my head and constrict it to press the worries about my failings down into the part of my brain that will filter it away for a while.  I need to be in a place, mentally, where my focus is on getting full breaths in - not on whether or not I remembered to put the recycling out, or whether I replied to that email earlier.  I need to have my vision restricted to just what I can make out through smudged lenses.  Once it’s on, I become less of a thinking creature, and more of a reactive animal.

The rope directs my focus as well, changing me into an ikebana arrangement for anothers’ pleasure - visual or visceral.  Hands behind me, wrists bound, ropes crossing my arms and thighs and hips, perhaps with my ankles pulled up to join my wrists.  I feel the tug of my muscles and ligaments stretched by the rope, the slight burr of the hemp against my wrists, the chafing of it against my skin as I try to maneuver myself into a position that I can hold.

I want him to enjoy me.  Fuck whatever hole happens to capture his attention, in that moment.  Control my breath so my body jerks and spasms in it’s fear of that moment of suffocation, that moment where my trust in him is outvoted by the panic of my own monkey brain.  Bite into my neck until I doubt whether I’m bleeding into his open mouth.  I want him to roll me, pull me, turn me into whatever position he finds most pleasing.

And during all of that, I’m not Sarah.  I’m barely conscious of my humanity.  I am conscious of my breath - it’s presence, it’s quality, it’s speed, it’s cleanness.  I am conscious of my body in a way that I rarely am otherwise - it becomes a machine, a bendable object, a thing that gives me sensation but that most of all gives him sensation.  I am conscious, hyperactively so, of the places his body touches me, of his cock ramming into my hole, the bits of his scent that I can make out in the filtered, rubber-scented air from the air hose.  I am aware in a wholly vital way of the energy that is running through his body, building in his hips, swelling his cock, driving him harder, until I feel the energy release into me as his orgasm bends him forwards over my body and our whole lives stop for that moment of release.

And…I know when all this is over, when the ropes are unwound and the mask comes off, and I spoon him as we go to sleep, that in the morning I’ll be ready to come back and be Sarah again; I’ll be ready to give myself out to the world again because, somehow in all that anonymity the night before, I found myself whole yet once more.

Yesterday I had such an amazing day! I got to hang out with Catalina the whole day and take photos. The best part was suspending her FOR THE FIRST TIME! You guys have got to see these pics! And you will, soon enough. I felt very honored to be the first to suspend Catalina and I had such a good time with it I suspended her twice! I am going to give Catalina the honors of posting the first image once she gets them.

I am also gearing up to head out to Folsom Street Fair in SF. I leave tomorrow at buttcrack and I will arrive there at 1ish SF time. I am going to stay until Tuesday afternoon and then I will head back to good ol Queen’s City. While I am gone you might not hear from me as I might not have regular access to the innerwebs. That’s ok, you can follow me at Twitter.com/MsNikkiNefarious to see what I’m up to.

I’m not going to talk about all the awesome that is set up to happen for me during this trip to SF, but I am going to say I would like happy thoughts and well wishes sent over my way for the next few days. It’s going to be intense ya’ll. I’m out.

Image provided by PhotosByPriapus.com

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #148? Submit a link to your best post of the week by emailing me directly at radicalvixenatgmaildotcom.

This Week’s Picks
Amazing
““You’re lucky I’m not being mean right now.””

Cum Squirt With Me. Confession #131
“Not much research has been done on the female orgasm in general, much less this seemingly new erotic marvel.”

Jealousy, Pornography and the Boundaries of Blogging
“I search to be a sexually free, independent and satisfied woman without the stigma of slut yet with the positive implications of slut.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sugar Bank

Editor’s Choice
Blue Fantasy, Red Silk Rope

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See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

Sex News, Reviews, & Interviews
DVD Review: “Hostel Lupus” (Lupus Pictures)
Lady Sascha Reviews the Light-Of-Love T
Sarge Ties Up Charlotte Vale On Hogtied
VibeReview Fantasy: Decadent Indulgence

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
The Enigmatic Angel Finds Out Just HOW Kinky She IS
Fetish Fridays: Interview With A Sissy
How Grey Does Your Garden Grow?
Rock Me Sexy Jesus
We don’t plan to stop
Where Do I Fit In The Picture
Why I hire escorts
Why, Oh Why Do I Like Watching My Wife Get Fucked
You Are Beautiful Tonight

Sex & Humor
Overheard In BDSM

BDSM & Fetish
Bonds of Love
Brutal Bastinado And Intense Sadistic BDSM
Don’t Slam The Door
Exceeding My Expectations
Meeting with BS 4
Mistress or Lusty Bitch?
Public Displays of Discipline
Renewing and Reviewing: Rule 5
Sarge Says: The Vale That Is Thin Enough For Me
Sex and Submission Round 2 Report: Mz Berlin, Mark Davis, And Bondage
She works hard for a living…

Sex Work
Satine Phoenix Is A Sinner? Repent Repent Repent!

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Clips and Clamps
Feather Fan HNT
Half-Nekkid Thursday: Sunny Side Up

Sex Advice
Bend over boyfriend how to make him want anal sex
How To Put On A Condom In The Dark
Man-Handled: What Makes the Perfect Blowjob?

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Being Alone
Catalina loves Fucking Mr. F (In My Mind At Least)
Chasseur
Fuck My Mouth
Horny
The Long Kiss Goodnight
Making out in the air part1
One
What She Forgot - Another Friday Night Bedtime Story
While it rains outside…

Our last contest of the month is open to anyone and everyone.  It’s very simple - several of our contributors are involved in a non-profit project that benefits Sex Worker Awareness - the New York City 2009 Sex Bloggers Calendar.  We’re talking a traditional hang it on the wall (but collectible) calendar with 12 of NYC’s hottest sex writers in a burlesque/pin-up theme.  Hot!

In order to help fund this project several sponsors have stepped forward and offered financial support and for that, we are very grateful.   However, there is still a big gap between the “money in” and “money out” columns.  One way you can sponsor this monumental project is to “buy a day” for $10.00.  This is perfect for brands with an online presence who want to list their URL or for companies with a product to sell, but it also reminds me of the CommUNITY Calendar our town made every year to raise money - where instead of advertising a site or a project, people left special messages on their anniversaries and birthday wishes to friends.  Either way, for $10 you pay for a day, but your message or advertisement is seen for the entire month.

Now the contest part! Go to http://sexbloggercalendar.wordpress.com and buy a day.  When you do, mention BSB Contest in the comments section to be entered into the contest.  For each day you buy (each $10 you spend) you are entered into the contest, so if you buy an entire week, you will be entered 7 times.  Easy!  Just be sure to mention BSB Contest or it doesn’t get entered.

Now tell them what they win, Bob…

Well, Catalina, the lucky winner of this contest has their choice of the Aneros or the Hitachi Magic Wand, which is provided from EdenFantasys.com, who is not only a corporate sponsor of the calendar project, but has also provided us all month with great sex toys for our contests here on BestSexBloggers.com

Thanks, Bob.  Now, go and buy some days!  It’s a win-possible win situation.  Ultimately you can’t lose!  It’s good on a karma level, it makes good business sense, and if you win you will have a very nice prize!

Tags: 2009 Calendar, 2009 NYC Sex Blogger Calendar Project, Aneros, Best Sex Bloggers, bestsexbloggers, calendar, collectible calendar, CommUNITY Calendar, contest, EdenFantasys, Good Advertising, Hitachi Magic Wand, non profit project, nyc sex bloggers, NYC sex writers, Sex Toy Contest, sex worker awareness, sponsors

Curves by Lochai (http://kirinawa.com)

You may remember this print - it is called Curves and it is by Lochai. It wasn’t long ago that Lochai had his exhibit at the World Erotic Art Museum and this print hung on the walls. Lochai donated it to me to use in the raffle I held in August and the winner asked me to re-donate it to a good cause. With Lochai’s permission, I have re-donated it to the New York City Sex Bloggers 2009 Calendar project.

Obviously creating a calendar that will be ready by 2009 is a rush - which is why there is a tight deadline to advertise: October 1st. You can buy a day or two (or even a week!) that you get to personalize. One Calendar Day = $10.00. You have up to 80 characters to create a message on your day, whether that’s your blog URL and name or just “Happy Birthday Chris Martin!!” is up to you.

Now how does Curves tie in with all of this? For each day you buy on the calendar you will be entered once into a contest to win the print! (Read their post for details)

Thank you, Lochai for donating this print to start with. Of course, I adore you. To KB - thank you extra for your selflessness beyond selflessness. I will never forget you :-)

Now enough with the Hallmark moment — go, read the details, and buy a day. Support the project, which in turn supports Sex Work Awareness.

Tags: advertising, art, Catalina Loves, contest, Curves, Erotic Photography, Lochai, new york city sex bloggers 2009 calendar, nyc sex bloggers, Photography, pin up, raffle, Sex Blog, Sex Bloggers, vintage, weam, World Erotic Art Museum

Sunday mia and I have a hair modeling thinger that we’re doing. This means that today we are spending a lovely day getting our hair cut and colored. Neither of us have a clue what they are going to do with us so it’s going to be interesting :D

I never know what to do with my hair so I chop it off and then get lazy and let it grow and do its own thing. I will miss being able to pull my hair in a ponytail if they cut it short, since I hate for my hair to get in my face when I’m working. Have you ever caught your hair in someone’s buckles while you’re trying to tie them up? I know right! Me too!

mia is nervous about her hair! When she walked in the room one of the stylists went nuts and grabbed her and started speaking Spanish. That guy was so excited about her hair, he was just all over the place! I knew they’d like her, she’s got amazing hair! I’ll post pictures (assuming they don’t scalp us!!). Wish us luck.

Walking a runway is going to be weird, I hope I don’t trip and bust my ass! Say goodbye to the mop ;)

Tags: nikki nefarious

Big Momma by Altered Aperture (http://alteredaperture.com)

Imagine 12 of NYC’s best sex-positive writers, educators, and film makers working on the same project for a good cause - all proceeds benefit Audacia Ray’s Sex Work Awareness Project. The NYC Sex Bloggers 2009 Calendar Project has officially been launched. The theme: NYC style burlesque and pin-up. What began as as a little “what if…” has materialized into a project that is underway and on schedule for release soon!

So who are these dynamic women I’m going on about? They are

• Audacia Ray
• Desiree
• Diva
• Elizabeth Wood
• Jamye Waxman
• Lux Alptraum
• Mariella
• Rachel Kramer Bussel
• Riese
• Sinclair Sexsmith
• Tess Danesi
• Twanna A Hines

Oh, and a contest! I love contests because I love to give things away!!
The first 7 bloggers to write a post on your blog that sends people to the NYC Calendar Project: http://www.sexbloggercalendar.wordpress.com/ and send the link to me (catalinaloves@gmail.com) will each win a day on the calendar. In other words, instead of “buying a day”, you can have your blog url on your day, or any personal message - you can wish them luck or send a greeting to your favorite blogger (me) or celebrate your birthday or anniversary - up to 80 characters will be printed on your day.

Now go and read all about the project!

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This half nekkid pic was taken by Erocrush! I’m thinking about making a model mayhem page for my “modeling” work. What do you think?

Tags: HNT

Image courtesy of mzberlinsblog.com

Hooray Hooray, for Cleavage of the Day!  And sometimes, shoes, too!

One comment I hear over and over is that I have very interesting friends, and indeed that is true.  Take, for example, my friend, Tess.  She’s to be blamed for distracting me every day with her Cleavage of the Day and today I had to interrupt both her work and mine to talk about her shoes!  Boobs and shoes.  I’m in bi-femme girl heaven!

Tags: cleavage of the day, Mz Berlin, Urban Gypsy

Now that school is back in session there are thousands of new students going off to college. You know what that means?

Thousands of students with credit cards, high speed internet, and a lot of time on their hands between classes!! Arguably a vast majority of these new students are also in an environment where they are free to experiment sexually for the first time, and not a few of these will scour the internet to find the newest hottest sexual experience.

Not to mention the hundreds of moms and dads suffering empty nest syndrome and are looking to add some spark back into their lives!!

With the growing rise in popularity of the fetish niche(s) it’s no wonder more and more webmasters are introducing fetish into their mainstream adult blogs and websites. In fact it’s a lot easier than you may think. If you have never thought about capitalizing on the fetish market now’s a good time to start!

The trick to doing this is a lot like how you would introduce kinky play in the bedroom. Just as you wouldn’t want to scare off a partner with graphic details of bruises and marks (though that might be the desired outcome), you don’t want to scare off your surfers with crazy images of people tied to the rafters. Not to say that bruises and rafter-hanging won’t come in time, but you simply can’t start off that fast. So what can you do?

What you can do is introduce a little slap and tickle into mix! FetishNation.com has the perfect content to throw in with your every day content. Most of FetishNation’s audience is married couples who come back for more and more. This is because both men and women love their content, it’s not too over the top and it appeals to all. This is also a great start for those who are just now beginning to explore their sexual desires.

Webmasters are already finding how easily this can be combined with their typical mainstream content. Whether your business is in writing adult blogs, running an adult forum or networking site, or maintaining a tgp/mgp; if you rely on webmaster affiliate revenue you you haven’t begun to make money on the fetish market it’s time you start today!

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