Don’t Miss CineKink

For those of you in NYC, your chance to see the best kinky and alt-sex films is coming up. CineKink: The really alternative film festival is back for #5! These films are hot, interesting, thought-provoking, and, did I mention hot! Highlights include parties, NY and US premieres, and discussions with filmmakers. I’m particularly looking forward to the following panel:

“Women Behind The Lens” – Panel Discussion: Whether they call their work erotica, pornography or adult entertainment, a growing number of female directors have been carving out key positions for themselves in the adult sector of the film production world.

A panel of these directors will discuss their roles within the industry and the individual approach each takes in depicting sexuality on screen. How does each reconcile the creative work they do with a feminist viewpoint? What are the ingredients of a truly hot sex scene? Is spit really an effective form of lubricant? Additional questions from the audience will be encouraged and film clips will be shown!

Moderated by Rachel Kramer Bussel, panelists to date include Shine L. Houston, Audacia Ray and Julie Simone.

Tickets

Ticket prices for each regular screening program are $10; $8 in advance; $6 students and seniors. Party prices vary. Admission is restricted to those 18 years of age and older for all screenings; 21 years and older w/ID for all parties.

Passes

A limited number of discounted CineKink NYC All-Access festival passes, covering admission to all 16 film programs, the kick-off party, the awards ceremony and the afterglow party, are available in advance for $85; $75 for members of any alternative sexuality organization; $60 for students and seniors. A pass to film screenings only, the CineKink NYC Film Pass, may be purchased in advance for $70; $60 for members of any alternative sexuality organization; $50 for students and seniors.

Purchase

Advance tickets and festival passes are available online via our CineKink NYC festival community on B-Side

Published in: on February 8, 2008 at 12:12 pm  Comments (3)  
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PDAs (Not about Crackberries!)

I’m talking about Public Displays of Affection (love this wikipedia entry!). Call me old-fashioned in my acronym usage.

[Disclaimer: I am a user of a Palm Treo, which I have named, ambivalently, “The Device.” And I lust after iPhones. Go electronic helpers!]

Readers of this blog will know I’m no stranger to doing naughty things in public places. I once had an adventure in a parking lot in Nashville, TN, which was not one of my finest hours, but I may write about it some day. Despite this evidence and my exhibitionist nature, I usually keep my public sex to pre-approved locations such as sex play parties and alternative sexuality conferences. I often have to discourage C from groping me on the subway platform, because sometimes it just doesn’t feel like the right place. This week, however, I was loving my PDAs.

Tuesday night C and I caught a public screening of Audacia Ray’s The Bi Apple. It is so rare to have the experience of watching a porn movie in public these days. I was wishing I had a raincoat and a chair that leaned all the way back, because, friends, this movie is HOT! I had another idea, however. I unzipped my jeans, grabbed C’s hand, and thrust it against my crotch. His experienced fingers quickly found my clit, and with a quick glance at me to make sure I really meant it, he began to rub through my cotton underwear. He didn’t have a lot of room to maneuver, but he got it just right. I was aware of the other people sitting around us, though fortunately no one was too close, and since a friend of mine was hosting the screening I didn’t want to make a spectacle. I started this, and I wanted to finish it, so I had no choice but to be quiet, which, surprise surprise, is very difficult for me. Clenching my thighs around C’s fingers and my lips and teeth together, I pushed back against his fingers in small, subtle movements. The tightness of my jeans, C’s delicious fingers, and the texture of my panties helped bring me quickly to bursting, and of course the movie was providing full frontal stimulus. I clenched the handles of my movie seat, writhed against C’s fingers, and tried to keep my head and shoulders still. A thrilled shout was fighting its way up my throat, but I held it down, dominating myself into submission. Silently, I rode the wave of pleasure, bucking against C’s fingers, and then nodded to him that he could remove them. I sat in my pleasantly damp panties, feeling the waves of warmth radiate up my body from my pussy, and watched the rest of the movie with a smile on my face.

Thursday night I was at my favorite monthly public gathering of perverts at a downtown bar. Lots of new people, especially some folks that I had met at a nude beach a few weeks back, and I was thoroughly enjoying re-making their acquaintance in clothes over cocktails. A certain very naughty naked boy, who loves to be naked in public and somehow always manages to be so, joined my circle of new friends. He knows my secret from past play adventures, and reached right for my nipples. It was late, I’d had a lot to drink, and it felt really good. I leaned back on the bar and gave him free reign. He pulled, squeezed, and pinched, and I squealed (as quietly as I could) with delight. My new friend Pete asked if he could join. We had been getting increasingly physical with each other over the course of the evening, arms around waists, hips pressed against each other, hands moving to asses… I was enjoying the direction very much, so, with an effort to regain consciousness under the onslaught of my naked friend’s attention, I told him yes, yes you may join in. My naked friend, always a generous play partner, made room and offered Pete one of my tits. My tits were clothed, by the way, in a black wife beater style tank top over a very thin and silky bra. The rough texture of the fabric of the top over the barely there-ness of the bra (with its magical support – yes, GS has found a new bra that she loves!), combined with the different, but intense fingering of the two sets of hands on my nipples, was sending me into GS la-la-land. My eyelids fluttered furiously; I clutched the bar tightly with my outstretched arms; and the volume of cries was far beyond what was appropriate for a public space. At one point, I forced myself to look up and asked directly if the bartender was ok with this scenario. She was down at the other end of the bar chatting away with friends, so I was convinced that we could continue. But continue to what? I can ride the pleasure of having my tits played with for a very long time without needing anything else. It makes my pussy so wet, and the continued tit-illation without actual touching of my pussy is positively, deliciously, achingly exciting. Can I have a genital orgasm from tit stimulation alone? I’m convinced I can, but it hasn’t quite happened yet. My naked friend even posed the question, and I think he took my answer that I believed it was possible as a challenge. What a fun experiment it will be! As for Pete, I think you will be hearing more about him.

Published in: on July 28, 2007 at 2:46 pm  Comments (7)  

Let’s Get Naked on the Internet

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Cartoon by Ford Patterson.

In the year that I’ve known Audacia Ray, she has written and published her first book, produced and directed her first porno movie, completed her Master’s Degree, edited several issues of her magazine, and curated an art exhibition. And that’s just the stuff that I know about. It is her book Naked on the Internet: Hookups, Downloads and Cashing in on Internet Sexploration that is the topic of this post, as I am a proud participant in the book’s blog tour.

Naked on the Internet is a highly readable work of cultural history and criticism that examines the avenues for sexual expression and experimentation that have been opened up for women by the Internet. She begins with a brief introduction to her own experiences of everything from Craigslist hookups to DIY porn to posing nude for alt porn websites. Her net credentials established, she moves briskly through an informative overview of women’s history with computers and the Internet.

Then Ms. Ray launches into a subject dear to my heart and loins: online dating. Gentle reader, Goldslut met her beloved C through an online dating/hookup service, and is an enthusiastic advocate of this method of meeting potential loves and lovers. It was over six years ago that I sat late at night, downstairs in my parents’ house, laboring over profiles that expressed the real me, and carrying on furtive email conversations with potential dates. I was about to move and was in a crazy transitional limbo that freed me to experiment and put myself out there in a way that I’d never had the courage to before. And the Internet provided the medium. I pored over websites for sex parties, and considered attending. I experimented with my profiles, making them increasingly more focused on sex. I looked at tons of free Internet porn! I even remember searching for male escorts that serviced women, something I was dismayed to discover was damn hard to find. After many unsatisfying email exchanges with men who either disappeared, creeped me out, or just fizzled, I made a date with an intriguing one. I was upfront from the first communication that I was leaving the area shortly and was looking purely for “short-term fun.” That suited him fine, and our first date lasted half a day, most of which was spent in bed. Two weeks of similar pleasures followed, and despite my move across the country, our sparkage grew. We fanned the flames via email, of course, and eventually dealt with our geographic disadvantage with another move (his). I will be forever grateful to the wiles of the Internet for seducing me into such uncharacteristic behavior. Or I should say, for helping my true character to emerge. Thank you Internet for helping to nurture the delightful slut that I’ve become!

Ray’s book continues, in a frank and personable style, with engaging chapters on female sex bloggers, woman-owned and operated porn sites, opportunities for sex workers on the Internet, women’s online health resources, and a fascinating chapter on developments in cyberdildonics and other forms of virtual sex. She finds just the right balance of serious analysis and commentary with anecdotes and asides, so that one enjoys the intimacy of an engaging voice while learning. The voices of the dozens of women whom she interviewed for the book (Goldslut being among them) also speak with an immediacy and humanity often lacking in works of cultural theory. I was particularly struck by the stories of the first cam girls, young women who decided to let the world into their life via an inexpensive camera broadcasting live on the internet. As chronicled by Ray, the evolution from the early 24/7 life webcams (such as JenniCam, established in 1996), to the more structured home camshows of iFriends cam network (1998), to corporate cam studios where dozens of women pretend that they are in the intimate privacy of home in a manufactured setting, makes a gripping story. The reader experiences the adventurous spirit of these Internet sex pioneers, and appreciates the important distinctions made between independent female innovators and the male-dominated world of corporate online sex. Ray does address the dangers of connecting to sexual partners through the Internet, but she tempers them with a reality check that these concerns are not only the realm of online communities but larger human issues.

If I were to make a criticism, it would be that in attempting to provide the broadest range of experiences and points-of-view on each subject, some sections become overwhelming with an almost dizzying amount of information. In this, I think Ray expresses one of the most frustrating experiences of life on the Internet: information overload. I can sit down to read through my RSS feeds and look up hours later to feel the pressure of time lost and not be able to articulate anything of value that I read. This multiplicity of information and opinions is the Internet, for good and bad.

Ray’s book chronicles women’s travels down the sexier paths of the Information Super Highway, bumps, wrong turns, joyrides, and all. I urge everyone to read Naked on the Internet, the first of a new wave of women’s cultural history that uses the idiom of Internet culture to examine the importance of Internet culture.

Published in: on June 24, 2007 at 2:01 am  Comments (3)