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Kink.com’s Tomcat is Hot and Handy

By the time I had heard of San Francisco’s Kink.com empire, they were already famous because their Fucking Machines had been featured on HBO’s show “Real Sex”. Word was definitely getting around, and I had to check them out.

Then at the end of 2006, Kink.com bought the old armory in SF, turning it into a a 200,000 square foot pleasure palace with offices and filming sets.

Some of the best stuff about Kink.com is the details: the “after glow” shots of the models and “Behind Kink” interviews.

I recently stumbled into this “Behind Kink,” featuring fuckingmachines.com’s director Tomcat giving a tour of all the new kinky machines to Kink.com’s CEO Peter Ackworth. I’m going to guess that Tomcat is the reason so much of the Kink.com material manages to be thoroughly pornographic without feeling especially misogynistic. Tomcat is genderqueer, smart, hot, and apparently very creative and handy with his hands. The whole scene is kinky, wild, and funny. A short documentary about fucking machines, if you will.

Warning: This is definitely x-rated material and not for the sexually squeamish. It’s also not for watching at work. That said, you can check out Tomcat’s tour here.

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S. Bear Bergman: Be a Hero!

S. Bear Bergman is a queer activist and author. Ze is perhaps best known for the book Butch is a Noun.

You can see Bear reading from the book in the video below.

Bear recently spoke on the UC Santa Cruz campus, which inspired a friend to send me a link to this video, which the suggestion I make Bear a GPG Centerfold.

Done.

It seems like trans and gender issues are playing a bigger and bigger part in the LGBT community. I don’t think this is because more people are feeling conflicted about their gender, I think it’s because there’s more information available about the options, more acceptance of gender variance, and more support, in general. I thinbk this can only add up to more happy, comfortable people, and a happier society for everybody.

Bear keeps quite a tour schedule, talking to people all over the country about gender variance. This is from hir website:

Last month, someone told me I was her hero. I had gone to her small college and performed, and afterwards her classmates had begun to speak positively about queer and trans folks. For the first time, she felt she could come out – and did. Organizations and institutions that are queer- and trans-inclusive have the resources to invite me to participate in their conversations. The places where the administration is intolerant, where the culture is conservative, or where our issues are not given priority end up starving for it. I am dedicated to meeting that need. I am committed to taking education, awareness, openness, and the great joy of my outlaw tribe wherever anyone will have me. I go where I’m asked, whenever I’m able, and perform or teach or lecture for free. I love it.

Of course, the kicker is Bear can’t always be there. Even when ze works for free, travel costs can be prohibitive.

Bear is working with The Fund For Women Artists, to develop a pool of money that will fund more speaking engagements. Over the course of one year, Bear’s work can have a positive effect on hundreds of young people.

To help contribute to Bear’s fund – ze’s hoping to find 100 people who will contribute $5 month – use this link, and be sure to indicate that you want your donation to help support the work of S. Bear Bergman.

You can read Bear’s entire statement about being a $5 hero on hir website, and you can read more about the Fund For Women Artists here.

Below, Bear reads from hir book, Butch Is a Noun, at the University of Connecticut:

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About My Lack of Hair

The full moon is coming and it’s almost that time again. I’m getting a little twitchy.

I have to admit it: I’m addicted to haircuts.

Like many women, I have always have been overly interested in my own hair, and through the years I’ve had long hair, short hair, curly hair, straight hair, Bettie Page bangs, spike-y layers… almost anything you can think of. I’ve also been many shades of brown and red, both single-step and highlighted. I’ve briefly veered toward blonde. I don’t want to think about the total lifetime cost of my hair. I’m sure it would look like the gross national product of an emerging nation.

Anyone who has met me in the past 5 years would find this funny, I think. Because for a long time now, my hair has been its natural salt-and-pepper (like me, getting saltier by the day), and cut very close to my head.

While my head isn’t exactly shaved, on any given day, my hair is still shorter than any of the guys who went out for basketball at my high school.

And I love the feeling of it freshly cut. I love the velvety feeling of the back and sides.

I don’t have to tell you, hair has strong gender association in our society.

Ask any kid under six years old and they’ll tell you “girls have long hair and boys have short.” Or as my son once said, swooning over a girl in his elementary school class: “She has long hair – like a princess, Mom.”

I originally cut mine short out of practicality. It stays out of the way during my yoga practice, looks the same in any weather, requires no “product” to hold its style, and takes no time at all

But, I also like the fact it’s a little extreme and messes with perception of my gender identity.

In fact, the lesbian community may hold to hair stereotypes more strongly than six-year-olds. Butch women are supposed to have short hair, and femmes are supposed to nuture and primp their long locks, right?

I’ve dated a few butch women who were freaked out by my hair, assuming they were somehow less butch in my presence. Some felt challenged and cut their hair shorter than mine. At least one really liked it, but I could almost see the wheels turning as she wondered “OMG. Does this make me gay?”

(I’m only joking and I’m sure you’re just as butch as you were before you ran your hands over my hair, I promise.)

I’m one of those women who never looks like a guy, even devoid of hair, mascara, and my favorite lip gloss. And ironically, I feel the most feminine with my hair shorn.

In fact, when I look back at old photos of myself with long, tended ‘dos, I feel like I’m looking at myself in drag. And I’ve never liked obvious hair products on anyone. Nothing looks less sensual and less appealing than artfully mussed hair that is gelled, sticky, and so stiff it looks like you would risking scratching your cornea in an embrace.

Over the years, I’ve come to the conclusion that many, if not most, women look better without their hair.

I wouldn’t say I’ve developed this into a fetish, but I definitely sit up and take notice when there’s another woman around with buzzed hair. And I thrill to the tips of my toes (and other places) when an actress shaves her head on screen.

Recent years have provided a flood of actresses without their hair, and most look better than they did with it.

Really. Natalie Portman in V for Vendetta, anyone?

I even think Britney looked better when she was briefly bald.

While I appreciate the tough circumstances that made Melissa Etheridge lose her hair, I think she looked stronger and more vibrant without her hair than she looks with it. Her hair is usually sort of wishy-washy and without much style. Cut it all off, Melissa!

Here’s a little gallery of women I think look incredibly hot without their hair. If only they were all lesbians… sigh.

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Sexual Lubrication: A Very Slippery Topic

Recently, on a local women’s forum, someone posted an anonymous request for advice.

This was her query:

“I’m dating someone new who just doesn’t get wet when we have sex. She says she never has with anyone and that it isn’t related to her desire. If I go down on her, she comes with no problem, but otherwise she has to use lots of lube. Is there anything we can do about this? Like a change of diet or anything? Or should I just get over it and use lube?”

There are two different things at work in this question. The first is about the reason the new girlfriend may not be lubricating, but underlying that question, there seems to be lube-a-phobia on the part of the woman asking.

Let’s address the two things in order:

Women lubricate at different rates. Sexual responsiveness is highly individualized. Wetness is not always an indicator of arousal or ability to respond sexually. That said, changes in lubrication should be noted for health reasons like any other change in bodily function. A sudden decrease in your body’s ability to lubricate can be an indicator of a vaginal infection or other condition and warrants a trip to your health professional.

Emotional discomfort can have an effect on lubrication. Feeling embarrassed, shy, or unsafe can affect a woman’s ability to relax and get turned on. So can external stress factors (job, family, money, etc.) and exhaustion.

The most common reason for women not lubricating during sex is lack of foreplay, or a need for more stimulation. There’s a double-whammy here, because manual stimulation – even externally – can be uncomfortable, even painful, for some women when they’re dry. Painful stimulation can adversely affect their ability to begin lubricating, and a vicious cycle begins.

This is one situation where a few drops of lube, applied externally, can really help to get the old ball rolling. Faster, more direct and to the point: Lick your fingers.

Saliva, of course, should only be used as a lubricant if you’re fluid-bonded with your partner. If you’re using dental dams and gloves, an appropriate lube (more below on what’s appropriate when) will make things go much more smoothly.

For some women, that initial jump start is all it takes to get their internal juices flowing.

Others, however, may need assistance with lubrication all along the way.

A woman’s ability to lubricate can potentially be affected by changes in her hormones, medications, personal habits, diet, and stress level.

Varying levels of hormones can affect a woman’s wetness. Menopause is a classic time for changes, as is the post-partum period and during breastfeeding. In fact, anything that changes hormone levels could potentially affect lubrication, including hysterectomy and invasive procedures, medical conditions, and nutritional supplements. Reduced lubrication can be linked to low levels of estrogen, and it’s easy to have your estrogen levels checked by your physician or nurse practitioner.

Many medications can potentially reduce lubrication including antihistamines, cold pills, birth control pills, appetite suppressants, diuretics, testosterone supplements, and anti-depressants.

The use of harsh detergent cleansers can irritate delicate vaginal tissues and have an effect on lubrication. Likewise, many bubble bath and bath salt preparations can be irritating, no matter how pretty they smell, and relaxing they feel.

Super-absorbent tampons may reduce a woman’s natural secretions, and many women find a dab of lube beneficial during their menstrual cycle. (The resulting orgasm can be a quick way to ease cramps!)

It’s hard to find evidence linking diet to changes in lubrication, but it stands to reason that a very low-fat diet, especially one low in the “good fats” like olive, fish, and nut oils, may have an adverse effect. Dehydration, which can be a result of exercise, heat, and over-consumption of caffeine and alcohol, will affect your body’s ability to produce fluids. (So while alcohol is a social lubricant, it’s not a personal one!)

On the subject of food, I have to say, food makes a lousy lubricant. Honey, whipped cream, chocolate syrup, fruit, and other legendary sex toppings will trigger yeast infections in many (if not most) women. Spread them on each other and lick yourselves silly, but only above the waist, please.

This brings me to the second part of the question, about whether the asker is experiencing lube-a-phobia.

Over the years in casual and more intimate conversation, I’ve noticed that women often have strong feeling about using lube. Dare I say, lube can be a slippery topic?

Some women love the stuff. As one of my friends says “just using it feels so dirty.” Others can’t stand it, or as another says “using it just feels so dirty”.

Hey, for some, dirty is a good thing.

(I’m betting that the ones that can’t stand it need it the least.)

Some treat the use of lube like an admission of defeat, thinking they can’t get aroused enough, or can’t arouse their partners enough. Often one partner wants it but is shy about introducing it to the other. Some women think it’s only for use with sex toys, or during anal sex or fisting (the later two activities definitely require lube to protect delicate tissues). Some don’t like the texture, smell, or taste.

Today there are so many different lubes on the market, there’s definitely something for every desire. No one needs to be rubbed the wrong way.

Most modern lubes are relatively thin. Some are available in thicker gel-like solutions. None are thick and sticky like the red grease used to pack bearings.

Side note to mechanics and others: Petroleum products like Vaseline, baby oil, and axle grease never make good lube. They can cause irritation, infection, and break down toys and barriers.

Lubes come in three basic varieties: Water-soluble, glycerin-based, and silicone-based.

Water-soluble lubes tend to rinse off, and out, of the body easily, and are therefore least likely to irritate. They’re condom and toy safe. However, they may need to be reapplied during use.

Glycerin-based lubes are slipperier than water-based. They’re safe with toys. However, some women find that glycerin-based lubricants can trigger yeast infections. Glycerin is, chemically, refined from glycerol, a sugar alcohol. It makes a super-slick, sweeter-tasting lube, but can cause the same problems as that porn film favorite, whipped cream (although without the silly mustache).

Silicone-based lubes are the slipperiest but have a texture more like oil. While they’re eventually absorbed by the body (and are reportedly non-toxic), they don’t wash off as easily as the water-based products, especially when used internally. They can be used in the water. (Although I can’t vouch that they’re good for your hot tub’s filter!) They’re not safe for use with some toy and barrier materials, including silcone, Cyberskin, and Softskin, but provide lots of long-lasting slipperiness for high-friction activities. They’re also the most expensive.

Amongst all these lube choices are options that are thicker, thinner, flavored, self-warming, and minty-fresh. Some have all-natural ingredients. Any good purveyor of sex accessories like Good Vibrations or Babeland will sell a variety of lubes and be able to provide information about their products’ uses, restrictions, qualities, and ingredients. Some shops even sell sampler packets so you can try a variety. Familiar drugstore labels like KY and Astroglide have introduced new products in recent years with more of the features of boutique brands, including products that double as personal massage oils.

So, if you’re lube-a-phobic, broaden your horizons and try some of the options available.

And, to the woman who asked the question, I’ll ask this one in return: If your new girlfriend wants lube and says it will make sex better for her, why the heck aren’t you sprinting out to get her some?

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Phranc Does Martina

After a post about butch girls getting glammed up, there was an exchange in the comments following the post about how infrequent it is to see butch women in the mainstream media. The sightings of a butch in her natural state are far and few between. My votes went to Martina Navratilova and Alison Bechdel.

Since the criteria was “mainstream media” I didn’t list some awesome warrior performers most widely known in women’s and LGBT circles like Ferron and Phranc.

To bring it full circle, here’s Phranc, singing her famous song “Martina”. Enjoy!

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I Got My Kicks… Part III

Part III

(If you click here, you can read the series entries on one page.)

As I tooled on down the coast, I switched to the CD I’d made especially for my launch onto Route 66.

David Frizelle and Shelly West poured out of my speakers:

Oh the Santa Monica freeway

sometimes makes a country girl blue.

You’re the reason God made Oklahoma,

and I’m still missing you.

I know how you hate country music. I think that’s part of its appeal. Continue reading

I Got My Kicks… Part II

Part II

(If you click here, you can read the series entries on one page.)

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The next morning was a little surreal. I awoke in Santa Barbara to the sound of gulls and what the poet Mary Oliver would call the “pale pink morning light”. It took me a moment to remember where I was, how I had gotten there, and where I was headed. Continue reading

Chocolate Fondue

chocolatehearts.jpegI was at home, practicing yoga in my living room, when there was a knock at the door.

I was stretched out in Downward Dog, concentrating on raising my pelvis and sliding my shoulder blades down my back, so I didn’t immediately jump to answer it.

There was another knock. Continue reading

I Got My Kicks…

Part I

(if you click here, you can read the entire 5-part series on one page.)

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We’d always talked about taking a road trip, you and I. But it seemed that one thing after another conspired to get in the way.

I had commitments, you had business trips, there were holidays, family birthdays, walls to be painted, projects to be completed, and piles of work to be done.

So when our house of tarot cards came tumbling down despite the best of predictions, I decided to take fate into my own hands and hit Route 66, all by my lonesome. Continue reading

Figure Study IV

Part IV – Flesh Tones

If you click here, you can read the complete series on one page.

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Iris took me by surprise when she padded up behind me entirely nude. She stood so close I could have reached out to touch her, and I did, in fact, spill wine on her in my discomfiture. Continue reading

One Earring Down

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Kris grabbed Meg by the arm and pulled her into the doorway.

“The meeting finished early. Let’s blow off the rest of the afternoon and have a drink.” Continue reading

Just Play Me John Coltrane

We danced through the first CD and continued to hold each other while a second one started.

The sun had begun its late-afternoon descent and strong light was slanting through the front shutters. Pretty soon it would be time to start a fire. Continue reading

Figure Study III

(This is the third in a four-part series)

If you click here, you can read all three installments of this story on one page.

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The knock startled me and I turned suddenly, banging my knee into the edge of the wood-burning stove.

“Oh man.”

I curled over my knee for a moment before limping off to answer the door.

It was my landlord. Continue reading