Archive for February, 2009

What we did on Valentine’s Day

February 27, 2009  |  dirty stories  |  9 Comments

"Oh, goddamn," I gasp, a little breathless. "You are so good at that. So good at sucking my cock, oh my god."She kisses me, hard, and pulls back. "I'm not done yet," she says in that playful whispery girl tone.I groan. God. Language barely working in my mind. I kiss her again and take the back of her head into my palm, shove her down. "Do it then."She moans a little, surprised, gasping, and picks up right where she left off, cock on the back of her tongue, far. I can feel every sweet slick place in her. I work my fingers under the straps of my harness; my clit is as hard as my cock and I roll it gently, savoring, mimicking the way her mouth goes up and down. She makes it all wet and runs her tongue on the shaft, kisses it.

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What happened in January

February 27, 2009  |  miscellany  |  No Comments

I'm so behind on the roundups. I've been less focused on Sugarbutch in January and February because I've had some personal things going on, not the least of which is the new relationship with Kristen. Here's what I wrote about on Sugarbutch in January 2009.

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Review: Johnny

February 27, 2009  |  reviews  |  No Comments

The four major things to consider about a cock are: length, girth, shape, and material. Here's how the Johnny from Babeland measures up.

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Review: Jaguar Harness

February 25, 2009  |  reviews  |  10 Comments

Everyone rants and raves about the Jaguar harness by Aslan Leather - and I get it, I do: the leather is beautiful, it's incredibly well-made, it feels like a buttery second skin. It's snug, it adjusts well and easily, stays in place, it feels pretty good to wear - I could keep going with the general praise. You might just love this harness, many people do. Personally, though, I just prefer one-strap harnesses, so I'm not crazy about this one.

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Two Lezzys!? Really!?

February 19, 2009  |  miscellany  |  9 Comments

It was all the promised photos of my ass that did it, wasn't it? I knew it! You all are perverts.

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Important Calls for Support: Home Alive & Scarleteen

February 18, 2009  |  essays  |  2 Comments

I know there are dozens - hundreds - more organizations that also need support, but these two in particular are very dear and important to my heart, they're community organizations that have provided so much help and support and information to underserved, underrepresented groups. SAVE HOME ALIVE is a grassroots effort to save a grassroots organization, Home Alive, out of Seattle. And Scarleteen, which I've linked to here often and hopefully you already know about, is a sex education and resource center aimed at teens.

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Review: Bow Restraints

February 18, 2009  |  reviews  |  2 Comments

"I feel like a present," Kristen said, and whispered, "I kind of like being objectified." I like the bow restraints. The bow itself, and that it is locked with a key - very hot. Unfortunately, they're not so easy to get on and off, and they were a bit uncomfortable to wear, too.

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Sugarbutch Star: Matt (part 1)

February 16, 2009  |  dirty stories  |  11 Comments

When I look up, a few minutes later, there she is: sitting on the floor in a row I can hardly see, at first she is only visible by her bare legs on the dirty carpet, seated like I am on the floor, knees all bent, one tucked under her gray skirt which is a small mess of cover for her thighs. I slowly shift my body further into the aisle. Her back is to me, and she holds up a mirror in front of her – I catch glimpses of her face reflected. The dark nerdy frames of her glasses, the line of her jaw, her chin, then her mouth. She takes out a tube of lipstick, twirls it erect, and paints the perfect outline of her lips. Slow, real slow. She presses them together and presses them forward in a kiss, makes an O with her mouth and touches just the tip of her finger to the edge.

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Gendered Sources of Physical Power: Beauty vs Strength

February 15, 2009  |  essays  |  12 Comments

I don’t know exactly where I first heard it, but somewhere I read once: men want to feel powerful, and women want to feel beautiful.

Now: calm your “oh my god social construction of genderrrrr!” self and let’s start with some further clarification. Women feeling beautiful, in this expression, is also actually a source of power; and men feeling powerful, here, actually means “feeling physically strong.” At least mostly. Agreed?

So really, it’s saying that men want to feel strong, and women want to feel beautiful. These are two – of many – major sources of power based in the physical body.

I know this is a cliche. I probably read it in the context of gender deconstruction and the socialization process of gender. I know this goes along with conventional, normative, often damaging gender role assumptions that value men for their physical strength and women for their physical beauty.

And as much as I am aware that those concepts are socially constructed, I also have seen the ways that they are played out and real for many, many people. So maybe we’ve internalized the values of the culture. This is one of the problems with social constructionism in general – if something is created socially, then in theory it can be uncreated socially, right? But just because something is done socially – rather than biologically, say – doesn’t make it any less real or “authentic” or deeply ingrained in many of us.

And this gendered source of physical power is amplified, I think, in butch/femme culture, where we go inside these roles with purpose to explode them, exploring the socialization and de-essentializing traits said to be inherent in biology. Is it as easy as explaining that we are continuing to internalize the compulsory mutually exclusive gender paradigm? I don’t know, maybe. Certainly that probably accounts for (to pick a completely arbitrary number) 45% of it. But there is something else in there, something deep-seated underneath in me that swoons and grows and stretches its wings and feels so greatly alive when she whispers, “you are so strong, so strong” like she did last night.

And I remembered all the times I gazed in awe at her beauty (every time I see her) and remember the ways she swoons to be seen, femme and whole and holy, and I wondered if I should be saying more about strength and less about her physical attractiveness. Am I just buying into what the culture tells us we should be or say or value?

[ Yet - oh I do tell her I value her other qualities (don't I? Yes). The depth of her calm understanding and respect feels like such a gift each time I encounter it. I fear it could so easily go the other way, yet she has the connection to the world at her core which means she values others' experiences. And she's strong enough in herself to know that my feelings are not about her, and to accept that with grace and clarity. And then there's her wonderful good moods, her energy, her interest in keeping the spark lit behind her eyes. Her deep ability to feel, to observe, to respond. Her analytic skills, and how she can dissect things into pieces (while still respecting the whole!) and look at how it all fits together. There is much more to her than her beauty, heaven knows I know this. ]

And yet: in the deeply intimate moments, this is what comes out of my mouth: pretty girl, pretty girl. you are so gorgeous. I love the curves of you – here, and here. your skin glows so beautiful in the morning light.

And in that moment last night, when she commented on my strength, my heart swelled and burst like a wave cresting, and the inner cavern of my chest was smooth as a sandy beach, just for a minute, perfectly even, soft, made up of a thousand tiny grains, the breakdown of everywhere I’ve ever been.

I don’t know why it matters so much that I am seen as strong. But it does, it does.

Where to Find Me

February 11, 2009  |  miscellany  |  1 Comment

I've got a lot of performances coming up in the next few months in New York City. If you'd like to say hi, please do! I'll have my spoken word CD and copies of the Sugarbutch Star Chapbook, if you've wanted to get your hands on those.

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