Betty Dodson with Carlin Ross
Better Orgasms. Better World.
As I watched Kamala's video, I was riveted. Love how she took a memory of sexual shame and - through bondage - turned it into arousal.
Every woman needs to find a way to free herself from sexual guilt.
This is a vintage ad for mouth restraints. There really is nothing new under the sun...
Valentine's Day can go either way for Mitch and I. Its either pleasant enough or it goes up in flames. Let's just say Mitch isn't the most romantic guy. Last year I got up alone, went to class, came home and found one of those rigid stuffed animals that sings and moves when you press a button. I felt a pang of embarrassment for him, and knew I had to do something to salvage our Valentine's Day.
Without showing any signs of disapproval, or disappointment I asked him to take me to the mall. He looked a little confused, but agreed. We got there and I lead him to my favorite lingerie store.
Due to popular demand, I'm adding back in a position-switch that happened during my sex with Kit-Ting and Wendy.
The blog post was getting too long so I edited. Here's the director's cut, the new content in italics, the original below it:
The winter of '76, my friend Ruth, a feminist organizer who lived in San Francisco called to ask if her boyfriend Jack could stay with me while he was in New York. I gladly said yes. My apartment was always available to friends and friends of friends. While we talked, she casually mentioned they were into SM sex play. At first I assumed she was dominating him. The idea of her putting him into bondage was totally acceptable, but when she said she played the role of his slave, I couldn't believe it.
How could this powerful feminist get off on a punk kid dominating her? Causally I asked when she'd gotten interested in S/M, hoping none of my moral judgments were showing.