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Shankara20 said:
I understand



well it sure has nothing to do with what day it is and I can't even get a :heart:days thread here to stay alive let alone (alone - there is that word).... what the hell was I bitching about????




Well, you don't say! I never would have guessed.....

i do know a thing or three about you my dear ;)
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sighs then goes off to download the biggest cheesiest glitteriest damndest valentiniest thingus for Fu's threadus , brbiest

READ THE SONNET VERY CAREFULLY MY FRIEND.
 
@}-}rebecca---- said:
After being approached by a well known Third Wave feminist author who saw some of her work in the USENET news group alt.sex.bondage, Polly Peachum wrote Violence in the Garden for inclusion in a collection of Third Wave feminist essays. The book's stated purpose was to demonstrate that women can be feminists while also living lives that appear incompatible with traditional feminist principles. While the editor of the book loved the article and called it one of the strongest pieces in the collection, she decided, under the influence of other doctrinaire feminists, not to include it because the life and ideas it describes are too controversial (or "sick," as one of her advisors put it) and would turn unwanted media attention on that single essay instead of on her book as a whole. Apparently, women whose life styles resemble Polly's are not worthy of notice, let alone defense, by mainstream feminists.
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Wow! I just stumbled upon this page by accident and read this essay. Thank you for posting this. It was very thought-provoking and interesting.
 
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Wow! I just stumbled upon this page by accident and read this essay. Thank you for posting this. It was very thought-provoking and interesting.
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Actually I should thank you Darla for reviving it. It was a interesting situation and it has been quite some time since I have thought about it . I am going to reread the article again in my morning. Pertinent timing in fact .
 
Woman admits continued contact in sex slave trial

BY ANTHONY M. DESTEFANO, NEWSDAY STAFF WRITER
tony.destefano@newsday.com

February 15, 2007

A Midwestern woman who admitted being a sex slave for a Woodmere man said she went on camping trips with him more than a year after she left a relationship she said was punctuated by torture, bondage and acts of physical degradation.

Testifying Wednesday in federal court in Brooklyn in the sex trafficking and obscenity trial of Glenn Marcus, the witness known only as Jody said she also ran her own BDSM Web site -- short for bondage, dominance and sadomasochism -- after ending her relationship.

Jody, under questioning by defense attorney Maurice Sercarz, said she ran her own Web site to make money after she ended her role as a subservient slave to Marcus in 2001.

A trim woman dressed in a blue suit, Jody 39, was a key government witness in the case against Marcus. Marcus, 52, is accused of luring her to Maryland in late 1998 to join him in a bondage and dominance relationship that investigators said evolved into months of sexual abuse and forced work on his own BDSM Web site.

Prosecutors said Marcus, who lived in Woodmere and elsewhere, used beatings and fear to compel Jody to stay in the relationship and work with him.

He is also charged with violating federal obscenity laws with his Web site.

In her second day on the witness stand, Jody admitted that she stayed involved with Marcus even after suffering two rough punishment sessions, one in October 1999 in Maryland and another in March 2001 on Long Island, in which she had pins inserted into her body, was hung from a ceiling by rope and was defecated on by another woman. It was after the 2001 incident that she said Marcus allowed her to leave.

"I am not sure why," said Jody, after a long pause, when asked by Sercarz why she continued to have a relationship with Marcus.

Jody said that in 2002 she went on about four camping trips with Marcus, his daughter, her fiance and another woman she said was a "slave trainee." Pictures of the trip submitted into evidence showed a smiling Jody.

Sercarz's line of questioning was aimed at convincing the jury that Jody freely entered the relationship with Marcus. The defense attorney wanted to show that despite the ability to come and go as she pleased and numerous opportunities to leave, Jody voluntarily decided to stay with Marcus.

But on redirect examination by Assistant U.S. Attorney Pam Chen, Jody reiterated earlier testimony that she stayed with Marcus out of fear and because "I felt there was no way out." She said she was fearful that Marcus would release bondage photos of her to her family and the media.

I decided to explore the Federal Obscenity Laws further......

Citizens' Guide to Federal Obscenity Laws

The Supreme Court has held: "Transmitting obscenity and child pornography, whether via the Internet or other means, is... illegal under federal law for both adults and juveniles." Reno v. ACLU, 521 U.S. 844, at 878 n. 44 (1998).

Federal law prohibits the distribution of obscenity through the facilities of interstate or foreign commerce. More specifically, it is a crime to use the mail to send or receive obscene materials, to import obscenity, to ship or receive obscenity by a common carrier, or to transport obscene materials across state lines for sale or distribution, including by computer. See 18 U.S.C. sections 1461, 1462, and 1465. It is also illegal to broadcast obscene materials, or engage in the business of selling obscene materials that have traveled through interstate or foreign commerce. See 18 U.S.C. sections 1464, 1466. If on federal property, a military base, or on in Indian Country, it is a crime to sell or possess obscenity with the intent to sell. See 18 U.S.C. section 1460. (While even the mere possession of child pornography is a crime, private possession of obscenity is not, although the act of receiving obscenity could violate the statutes prohibiting use of the mails, carriers, or interactive computer services for the purpose of transporting such material.)

There are also federal laws making it a serious crime to distribute obscenity toward minors. Federal law prohibits a person from using the mail, or any of the means of interstate commerce, including a computer, to knowingly transfer obscene materials to someone the person knows is under 16 years of age. See 18 U.S.C. section 1470. For example, it would be a crime to knowingly email an obscene picture to a 15 year-old. Two other statutes for online child protection prohibit knowingly using an interactive computer service to display obscenity or child pornography in a manner that makes it available to a person under 18 (see 47 U.S.C. section 223(d) –Communications Decency Act of 1996, as amended by the PROTECT Act of 2003) and knowingly making a commercial communication via the Internet that includes obscenity and is available to any minor under age 17 (see 47 U.S.C. section 231 –Child Online Protection Act of 1998). In addition, a new law also prohibits the use of Internet domain names with the intent to mislead a minor into viewing material that is harmful to minors, or mislead any person into viewing obscenity. See 18 U.S.C. section 2252B. For example, a pornographic Website cannot use a domain name suggestive of a cartoon character or children's television show with intent to mislead a minor into viewing harmful material.

The U.S. Supreme Court established the test that judges and juries use to determine whether material is obscene. The test was developed in three major cases: Miller v. California, 413 U.S. 15, 24-25 (1973); Smith v. United States, 431 U.S. 291, 300-02, 309 (1977); and Pope v. Illinois, 481 U.S. 497, 500-01 (1987). The resulting three-pronged test to adjudicate obscenity is as follows:

Whether the average person, applying contemporary adult community standards, would find that the work, taken as a whole, appeals to the prurient interest (i.e., an erotic, lascivious, abnormal, unhealthy, degrading, shameful, or morbid interest in nudity, sex, or excretion); and

Whether the average person, applying contemporary adult community standards, would find that the work depicts or describes, in a patently offensive way, sexual conduct (i.e., ultimate sexual acts, normal or perverted, actual or simulated, masturbation, excretory functions, lewd exhibition of the genitals, or sado-masochistic sexual abuse); and

Whether a reasonable person would find that the work, taken as a whole, lacks serious literary, artistic, political, or scientific value.

Any material meeting this definition may be found to violate the laws of the United States and anyone convicted of distributing such material may be prosecuted and punished by fines and a term of imprisonment.

http://www.usdoj.gov/criminal/optf/links/citizens_guide.html
 
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Control Tower & Kink Calendar
Accidents Happen

By MISTRESS MATISSE


A friend of mine has a T-shirt that says, "We're not having fun unless they're calling 911." I've never had to do that, thank god, but I've had a few mishaps when doing BDSM. Most of them have happened in the privacy of my own dungeon, but one of my more memorable oh-shit moments happened semipublicly—in the bathroom at the Mercury.

I was there one night with my favorite victim, Jae. We'd been engaging in a little dance-floor foreplay—me pulling her hair, slapping her boobs, and grinding my knee into her crotch. Things needed to be brought to a climax, so I dragged her into the women's restroom and shoved her into a stall.

I locked the door and pulled Jae's pants down. I had her bent over at the waist in front of me, with one of her arms twisted up behind her back. In spite of that—or perhaps because of it—she decided to fight me.

"Oh, you want me to get rougher? Okay, baby," I said, laughing. She laughed back at me challengingly, low in her throat. I twisted her arm higher, forcing her head lower, and grabbed a clump of her hair with the other hand, yanking it while I kicked her feet apart. We struggled and thrashed together, slamming up against the walls of the stall. I heard someone out by the sinks say, "...what the fuck's going on in there?"

That's exactly what's going on, I thought, and jammed four fingers into Jae. She yowled like a cat and I stopped paying attention to anything else.

Some minutes later I took my hand out of her, wiped my fingers on the back of her shirt, and pulled her pants up. "You okay?"

"Oh, yeah, Mistress, I'm fine." She dragged the words out like a stoner. Whoo, she's endorphin high, I thought. I turned her around and leaned in to give her a kiss, but jumped back at the sight of her face. Her mouth was sticky with blood, and it streaked along her cheeks like an Indian in a Western.

"Holy shit, sweetheart, what happened?"

"Oh," she said dreamily. "It's my teeth. You knocked them out against the back of the toilet while we were fucking."

I led her out of the stall and over to the sink. "Knocked them out? Jesus. Rinse your mouth and let me see." The girl standing at the next sink saw the blood Jae was spitting into the porcelain basin and gave me a horrified you-whacko-bitch look.

Blushing, I turned my back on her. "God, baby, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that. Why didn't you tell me?"

She smiled gorily. "I didn't want you to stop fucking me. Don't worry, I don't mind..."

But I minded—and when Jae's afterglow faded, she admitted that perhaps it was a bit painful. Luckily I hadn't quite knocked them completely out and the dental repair required was minimal. Since then, though, I've been careful to make sure no one needs a mouth guard to get fucked by me.

matisse@thestranger.com
 
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Is it any wonder Im not a criminal?
Is it any wonder Im not in jail?
Is it any wonder Ive got

Too much time on my hands, its ticking away with my sanity
Ive got too much time on my hands, its hard to believe such a calamity
Ive got too much time on my hands and its ticking away from me
Too much time on my hands, too much time on my hands
Too much time on my hands

sing it

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Savage Love

The train wreck that is your husband’s collection of kinks
By DAN SAVAGE


I’ve been married to my husband for two years and have been with him for four. I’m a little dominant, but beyond that nothing too out there. My husband, on the other hand, is a diaper-loving, transvestite adult baby.

I’ve done everything I can to make him realize that while I’m not into his kink, I’m not against it. I’ve bought him diapers (cloth and disposable), I’ve set aside a room in our house to be his “nursery,” one weekend a month he gets to be his little-girl self all weekend, and I peg him because he likes to feel submissive and dirty. He knows that I worry—as someone who works with children—that it could get out and ruin my career, but I’m okay with all the play even if it’s not my sexual cup of tea.

However, lately our vanilla sex life is suffering. When it’s playtime, he always wants to come in his diapers. When it’s not playtime, he lies there like a lump. Now he’s decided that he doesn’t want to have sex unless it’s playtime. The past three months, when I explained that I would like my turn, he came too quickly for me to have any enjoyment. I know he can hold off longer—he always does when in diapers—and I’m getting really frustrated.

He says he knows he’s being selfish, but he’s just not interested in regular sex. Then he cries and says he’s a freak and he doesn’t know why I stay with him. I’m very close to walking out and taking a break, even though I believe that marriage is for life. I don’t know what to do. I’ve tried everything I can think of, even compromising the “my turn” rule by letting him whine and cry and pretend to be a baby during my turn.

I’m tired of my baby girl; I want my husband back.
Beyond Annoyed



It’s rare these days that I’m shocked by an e-mail, BA, but your letter did it. Several hours have passed since I read it and, damn, I’m still shocked.

Let me be clear: I’m not shocked by the train wreck that is your husband’s collection of kinks. I’ve seen worse. (Never done worse, though. When the guy I’m fucking cries, it’s always a manly, adult sort of sobbing.) What shocks me is your husband’s stupidity, coupled with his shortsightedness—both of which are being madly humped by his ingratitude.

Does your “baby girl” realize what he’s got in you? The world is crawling—literally crawling—with adult babies who are alone and single and miserable and always will be. While the internet has made it possible for adult babies to find each other more easily, a shared interest in nappies and nurseries doesn’t guarantee compatibility. Plus, female adult babies are scarcer than folks who can read “my husband whines and cries and pretends to be a baby during sex” without hurling. Your husband should be doing everything in his power to keep you happy.

My advice: Take that break. Cut the little brat off—no more baby games until he can successfully wrap his bonnet around this: Your pleasure matters as much as his does. Then tell him that although he may not be interested in regular sex, he better learn to fake it convincingly. And finally, BA, tell him that his continued failure to meet your vanilla needs is gonna get his diapered ass divorced, leaving him single and shit out of luck, sex-partner wise, for the rest of his adult infancy.

“Dump the honest foot fetishist,” I warned a woman a few weeks ago, “and I guarantee that you will marry the dishonest necrophiliac.” That’s the Karmic Rule of Kink. But vanilla partners are not the only ones subject to KROK. For kinksters lucky enough to be with generous vanilla partners, your somewhat-less-pithy version of KROK goes like this: “Drive off an indulgent, understanding, adventurous partner by failing to joyfully accommodate his or her desires for vanilla sex and you will NEVER get your kinky rocks off again without having to pay a professional $500 an hour to put up with your bullshit.”



My wife is GGG in every way. She accepts my crossdressing to the point of buying me dresses. But she does NOT want to participate in anal sex at all. Not me doing her, but her doing me—that is, pegging. This is the one area of our sex life together where she is rather inflexible. I have assured her that I would empty myself as fully as possible via enemas beforehand—no dice. I have had to settle for using a dildo duct-taped to the shower wall about once a week to satisfy my needs. My darling wife is aware of this practice, but she doesn’t participate in any way.

Do you have any suggestions for me that may enable her to join me in the pleasuring of my ass?
Great Anal Pegging I’m Not Getting



You’ve done all you can, GAPING, and now you need to accept that pegging is off the menu. And like BA’s husband, your lot is pretty damn spectacular. A wife who’s down with your crossdressing, isn’t bothered by the duct-tape residue on the shower wall, and remains flexible in every area of your sex life save one? Your wife has fewer hang-ups than I do, GAPING. Suck it up.
 
Few Days Late........

Hetero Happy Endings

By Dan Savage

Hey, everybody: by now you’ve no doubt heard the news that America’s favorite crystal-meth-snorting, male-escort-blowing evangelical Christian pastor is cured! While 99.9 percent of wannabe ex-gays struggle to overcome their homosexuality for decades, Ted Haggard was pronounced “completely heterosexual” after just 21 days of counseling! Don’t you just love a happy ending?

I’d like to devote a whole column to Haggard—there’s just so much to process. For instance, according to the ministers overseeing Haggard’s treatment, Ted was able to “discover” his complete heterosexuality quickly because his homosexual activity was never “constant.” By that standard I’ve been completely heterosexual since, gee, about ten minutes after two o’clock this morning.

Yippee! I’m completely heterosexual, too! And as everyone knows, once you’re completely heterosexual all your troubles are over. Just ask San Francisco mayor Gavin Newsom. But that’s all the space I can waste on that yam-faced faggot Haggard. Because it’s Valentine’s Day—or it just was, depending on when your local alt-weekly comes out—and to counter the impression that fetishes and impulsive hookups always lead to conflict and heartache, I asked vanilla types contentedly partnered with kinky motherfuckers and vice versa, along with anyone who ever took a chance on an anonymous piece of ass and wound up marrying it, to send me their stories. In honor of Ted Haggard, this week’s happy endings are completely heterosexual. Happy Valentine’s Day.

I met an awesome guy by taking a chance and asking a complete stranger for his phone number. After three weeks of dating Mr. Perfect, we had the sex conversation. I’ve always been GGG, but I had limits: no piss, poop, blood, kids, or animals. Then I found out Mr. Perfect likes to pee his pants and wanted me to do it with him. I gave it some thought and decided it was harmless, and that I was willing to try it. It’s taken some getting used to, but I’m actually starting to enjoy peeing my pants. More importantly, I get off on the fact that he gets off on it so much. It’s been seven months and we are still completely retarded for each other. —Pee Is Sorta Sexy

I’m a straight male cross-dressing sissy and even though it was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, I told my wife about it before we had a lot invested in the relationship. We’ve been together five years and I never imagined being this happy. —Sweat Shop Sissy

I was a stripper who spent an awful lot of time trying to make the other girls understand that the man of their dreams was not going to be tucking dollar bills into their G-strings at the club. Then one night I was onstage, boobs in the breeze, when this guy walked in. I froze. When I recovered enough to finish my set, I went and bought the guy a drink. Wow, he was actually nice—and smart and funny! And hot! He bought a VIP dance and I actually came just dancing for him. I refused to go out with him out of sheer terror of the chemistry, but he hung in there—despite his friends telling him the girl of his dreams was not hanging upside down topless from a brass pole! We went on our first date two months later, much to the amusement of my cohorts, who took great glee in taunting me. We married two years later. Our sixth wedding anniversary was in January. —Long Odds Paid Off

I was on the anal-sex channel on IRC, telling everyone about the webcam I had set up at work to watch over the crack alley across the street. This woman immediately messaged me and asked, “You work at ______, don’t you? I used to work there, too! I know that crack alley!”

She invited me out to a bar across the street, and we started dating shortly after that. Well, it turned out that she was into not only anal sex but pegging as well. We’ve been the very model of what it means to be GGG: I introduced her to BDSM; she introduced me to group sex. We’ve been married for three years now and had our first kid on December 3. —We Owe It All to Crack Alley

This is the true confession of a vanilla girl (VG) who took a chance on a kinky boy (KB). I was a shy 18-year-old virgin. KB was wise enough to let out his kinky side a little at a time, starting with new positions. (I actually thought missionary was the only physically possible way to have sex.) Over three years he revealed a laundry list of kinks: BDSM, swinging, anal, earning money by homosexual favors, and three- (or more) ways. Each revelation left me wondering what I was getting into, but I always jumped in and never had any regrets. We eventually got married over the protests of everyone we knew.

Seventeen years later, we are proud parents and still very much in love. While writing this, I asked KB why he took a chance on a VG. I had always assumed he enjoyed corrupting my innocence. But he said that I was a steadying force in his wild life, and that he would have died young doing something too risky if he didn’t find a way to settle down. Call me crazy, but I find his answer romantic. —Vanilla Girl Loves Kinky Boy

I’m a girl in my mid-20s. Over the course of a few years I’ve succeeded in turning a thoroughly vanilla guy into a spankophile who’s happy to tie me up, crop me, pull my hair, and order me around. He’s not a real sadist, he says, but it turns him on to see me so turned on. What a sweetheart! We’ve even seen a couple of professional mistresses together so that he could learn a few tricks. Yum. My last two presents from him were a paddle and an engagement ring. —Ode to Kink

I’m a mostly het white boy, she was a fundamentalist Christian. When we first met, she was still “no sex till marriage” and trying to save me. Maybe it was the repression of her upbringing, but damn that girl was willing! We tried role-play, toys in abundance, cock rings, hard-core porn, ATM, sex in public. We even did a couple of group scenes. I loved sitting next to her in church singing the praises of Jesus after a wild Saturday night.

The happy ending? Five years on, she’s happily married to a nice Christian boy with a kid on the way, and we’re still friends. —Happy Christian Corrupter

OK, those were the straight happy endings—the ones I could fit in the column. There are tons more at thestranger.com/savage/heterohappyendings. In next week’s Savage Love, shitloads of completely queer happy endings, also in honor of Ted Haggard.

© 2007 DAN SAVAGE
 
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Kinky Love: BDSM Dating Sites

Aldra Robinson


That god forsaken farce of holiday, Valentine’s Day. For many, it reeked of Single’s Awareness Day, rudely reminding those in the land of alone that they, quite frankly, suck. It’s not as if finding love is easy. If humanity doesn’t disappoint us in what it offers in potential mates, the mirror will often reflect our greatest foe. Compatibility and chemistry sometimes seem like a combination only an alchemist could conjure. But for some, meeting and falling for a wonderful person isn’t such a rare accomplishment. Finding someone who enjoys being tied up and smacked around during sex is. Even the alchemists weep for the poor soul who requires kinky sex in their romantic brew.

Thankfully, the internet has made the quest for freaky love easier. After all, where else can you type anything from chocolate chip cookies to Republican national convention and receive at least 150 porn sites in response? The infotainment super highway was built for perverts. So, grab your spreader bar, ball gag and flogger as we journey through the world of BDSM personals. If you’re lucky, you’ll find love. At the very least, I can guarantee you’ll get laid.

For those who have never visited a BDSM site or club, images of dark perversion and scary sex among an illusive population are conjured. Let me assure you, nothing of the sort is occurring. If you dare venture into such deviant halls, you’ll find plenty of folks who were kicked out of the Star Wars convention for being too dorky. Welcome to the land of kink and freak.

The most entertaining and engaging BDSM personals site on the web is bondage.com. Before I go any further, I must admit that I have been a member of bondage.com (or as I refer to it, b.crap) off and on for years. Despite all my ranting (see GU’s previous articles on internet dating) about the nightmare of online dating, I actually met my boyfriend on bondage.com. I know couples who have met and married from the site. But if this were an infomercial, you would see on the upper left hand corner of the screen in small print: Results not typical.

If you aren’t looking for love, bondage.com has more than enough wank material to keep you busy. There are plenty of horribly written erotica pieces to laugh through, with a few gems good enough to spark a bout of carpal tunnel from the self-love. The images section boasts professional photos in addition to plenty of user profile pictures. But come prepared. The full spectrum of perversion is allowed, with everything from garden variety kink (a red ass from spanking) to extreme brutality (breasts and penises nailed to boards). I remember the horror of clicking on one profile to find a middle-aged man wearing a dress, eating a plate of feces.

Now I hear the protests of my freaky brethren, angered that I’m painting us all as shit eating lunatics. The bondage.com forum boards will discuss such issues in great detail, a few thousand times over. Debates have occurred about films like Secretary that paint those in the “BDSM lifestyle” as crazy, when many are perfectly sane people. However, I’m not convinced that deviant behavior is forged in the flames of normalcy. Spend anytime on b.crap and you’ll have all the evidence you need that kinksters are, for the most part, complete and utter lunatics. But really, is that so bad? Find me an interesting or creative person who isn’t batshit to some degree. Seriously. I’d love to meet such an anomaly.

However, the instability of many of the people involved in this online community is alarming. Under the veil of anonymity, folks will reveal graphic details of their personal struggles that largely result from making sexuality the center of life. Parents lose their children, people go to jail, feuds between partners explode, mentally ill members freak out like hyenas on crack one minute then post quiet, reflective prose the next, and cyber stalkers will follow their prey relentlessly throughout the site. This sex site even has political forums with debates that usually devolve into ad hominem attacks from a disturbing number of right wing members. The rage and insults warrant putting Prozac into the entire nation's water supply.

The forums aren’t the only place where insanity flourishes. For many moons I had a popular blog on the site. I mocked other members mercilessly, often through gossip fed to me by fellow kinksters. After reading my scathing commentary, strange emails began to find their way to my inbox. Complete strangers shared their life stories with me—admissions of infidelity and dangerous, downright stupid sexual encounters were recounted in graphic detail. Telling intimate secrets to the big mouthed gossiper was an obvious sign of a lack of appropriate boundaries. Much like the movie Secretary, I found broken people who were desperate for love and connection.

Such desperation and lack of boundaries inevitably leads to easy ass. Should people take advantage of such obviously wounded individuals? Probably not. But in reality, many of the helpless victims on the site aren’t helpless at all. They are enthralled with the drama of repeating past abuses or substituting internet tragedy for real life passion. As a result, there are chronically unemployed, butt ugly, socially crippled and even homeless men on the site getting ample ass.

Many of the dominant men who search for women online are not alpha males in their daily lives. Though considered failures by the external world, men living with their mothers have created a fictional world where they are masterful. Women who feel frantic about being single and completely unlovable gravitate to their equal, playing submissive damsel to their dominant knight. So, basically, the stereotype of losers online looking for love holds true even among the perverts.

However, if you’re looking for a dominant woman, bondage.com and its counterparts might be your pot of gold. Female tops who aren’t paid professionals are hard to come by in the BDSM world. Hetero- and bisexual submissive men are in abundance, hungry for the tender abuse of their dream dominatrix. Although I cannot understand their desires to save my life, most dominant women I encountered were alpha females in their daily lives with healthy boundaries around their sexuality. In fact, dominant alpha males and females are the crème de la perv of the online BDSM community and are as rare as pink diamonds.

If you aren’t interested in forum chatter or the cream of the kink crop, collarme.com and alt.com are excellent sites to hunt for easy, freaky sex. These sites aren’t nearly as well designed as bondage.com, but if you adore anime avatars or boys with cock shots and 15 million different views of them bent over, waiting to take it, collarme.com and alt.com were made for you.

But what if BDSM isn’t the center of your universe? What if baby Jesus is your guiding light? Fear not, the King of Kings is here to lead you in the sack as well. KinkyChristians.com was developed for perverts who feel their sexuality is divinely guided through scripture. Like every other aspect of my beloved Christianity, it embraces the selective moralism that is the cornerstone of religion. Open relationships, pre-marital sex and sodomy are all well and good in this land of Christendom. Jesus said so.

After you’ve found your freaky love, you can visit SlaveRegister.com and seal your union with a special number. Just keep in mind, once you register your partner, the number can’t be removed! However, you can deactivate it, which is the same thing as removing it, but don’t tell any of the suckers who buy into this site that small detail. In my travels in kink land, I have come across folks who register their “slaves” (never mind that slavery was abolished more than a century ago. This is playtime, folks) within a week or two of meeting and have the corresponding bar code tattooed on their beloved. Masters and slaves frequently confuse casual dating with lifetime devotion and as a result, there are slaves who have been registered by a dozen different owners. Hilarious, yes. A genius brain child marketing tool to extract money from morons while offering nothing of real value in return? Yes. Brilliant? Undeniably.

But I’m not being fair, am I? How I could mock a community of which I am a part and that led me to a profoundly rewarding relationship? Easily. It’s like making fun of your own family. And of course there are intelligent, successful, stable individuals on all of these sites. Online dating simply reflects the bell curve that comprises humanity. If you’re willing to muck through the mass of average and insane people, you might just find a rare spark that fires a lasting kinky love. Why not give it a try? Perhaps this will be the Single’s Awareness Day that ends in a valentine heart of red wax dripping across your nipples. Make if fun. And dirty.
 
Shankara20 said:
I think Fifi went to Canada....



(do you know of Cirque du Soleil down-under?)
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:laughs: Yes it's true in fact we recovered this footage of Fifi submitting to training in the early days . It's taken from a movie based on the book The Story of D'oh .

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We have everything here Sir Shank including Cirque from time to time . Plus a National living treasure , that would be me but please don't let on okay. We like the place uncrowded...........:smiles:
 
Honestly have hit pay dirt with these Dan Savage Podcasts. If you haven't subscribed yet get with the program. Just finished listening to Episode 17.

Dan Savage, America's only advice columnist, answers your sex questions on the Internets. To record a question for Dan to be answered in a later podcast, call 206-201-2720.

This week Dan speaks with and about indulgent ladies. Bless them.

The callers:
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Is this story really true??? My husband told me about this and that some boy the same age was sending photos to the girl of himself. Supposedly he has also been charged and convicted. They will both be listed as sexual predictors for life? WTF? (text below)

Fury :rose:

Teen girl charged with posting nude photos on Internet
PITTSBURGH (AP) — A 15-year-old girl has been arrested for taking nude photographs of her self and posting them on the Internet, police said.

The girl, whose identity was withheld, was accused of sending out photographs of herself in various states of undress and performing a variety of sexual acts. She sent them to people she met in chat rooms on the Internet, police said.

Police seized her computer and found dozens of photographs stored on the hard drive. Authorities did not say how police learned about the girl.

She has been charged with sexual abuse of children, possession of child pornography and dissemination of child pornography.

And here is more info at another site:

http://forums.youthrights.org/showthread.php?p=229426

Rep Power: 0Fang2415 is on a distinguished road

Teens convicted for exploiting... themselves
What: Teenagers taking risque photos of themselves are prosecuted for violating child pornography laws.

When: Florida state appeals court rules on January 19.

Outcome: A 2-1 majority upholds conviction on grounds the girl produced a photograph featuring the sexual conduct of a child.

What happened, according to court documents:
Combine unsupervised teenagers, digital cameras and e-mail, and, given sufficient time, you'll end up with risque photographs on a computer somewhere.

There's a problem with that: Technically, those images constitute child pornography. That's what 16-year-old Amber and 17-year-old Jeremy, her boyfriend, both residents of the Tallahassee, Fla., area, learned firsthand. (Court documents include only their initials, A.H. and J.G.W., so we're using these pseudonyms to make this story a little easier to read.)

On March 25, 2004, Amber and Jeremy took digital photos of themselves naked and engaged in unspecified "sexual behavior." The two sent the photos from a computer at Amber's house to Jeremy's personal e-mail address. Neither teen showed the photographs to anyone else.

Court records don't say exactly what happened next--perhaps the parents wanted to end the relationship and raised the alarm--but somehow Florida police learned about the photos.

Amber and Jeremy were arrested. Each was charged with producing, directing or promoting a photograph featuring the sexual conduct of a child. Based on the contents of his e-mail account, Jeremy was charged with an extra count of possession of child pornography.

Some more background: Under a 1995 ruling in a case called B.B. v. State, the Florida Supreme Court said that a 16-year-old could not be found delinquent for having sex with another 16-year-old.

"The crux of the state's interest in an adult-minor situation is the prevention of exploitation of the minor by the adult," the majority said at the time. The court ruled that a Florida statute punishing sex between teens was "unconstitutional as applied to this 16-year-old as a basis for a delinquency proceeding."

The same applies to Amber and Jeremy. Even though he is a year older than her, he is still a minor in Florida.

In other words, under Florida law, Amber and Jeremy would be legally permitted to engage in carnal relations, but they're criminals if they document it.

Amber's attorney claimed that the right to privacy protected by the Florida Constitution shielded the teen from prosecution, an argument that a trial judge rejected. Amber pleaded no contest to the charges and was placed on probation, though she reserved her right to appeal her constitutional claim.

By a 2-1 vote, the appeals court didn't buy it. Judge James Wolf, a former prosecutor, wrote the majority opinion.

Wolf speculated that Amber and Jeremy could have ended up selling the photos to child pornographers ("one motive for revealing the photos is profit") or showing the images to their friends. He claimed that Amber had neither the "foresight or maturity" to make a reasonable estimation of the risks on her own. And he said that transferring the images from a digital camera to a PC created innumerable problems: "The two computers (can) be hacked."

Judge Philip Padovano dissented. He wrote that the law "was designed to protect children from abuse by others, but it was used in this case to punish a child for her own mistake. In my view, the application of this criminal statute to the conduct at issue violates the child's right to privacy under Article 1, Section 23 of the Florida Constitution."

Excerpt from Wolf's majority opinion:
As previously stated, the reasonable expectation that the material will ultimately be disseminated is by itself a compelling state interest for preventing the production of this material. In addition, the statute was intended to protect minors like appellant and her co-defendant from their own lack of judgment...

Appellant was simply too young to make an intelligent decision about engaging in sexual conduct and memorializing it. Mere production of these videos or pictures may also result in psychological trauma to the teenagers involved.

Further, if these pictures are ultimately released, future damage may be done to these minors' careers or personal lives. These children are not mature enough to make rational decisions concerning all the possible negative implications of producing these videos.

In addition, the two defendants placed the photos on a computer and then, using the Internet, transferred them to another computer. Not only can the two computers be hacked, but by transferring the photos using the Net, the photos may have been and perhaps still are accessible to the provider and/or other individuals. Computers also allow for long-term storage of information which may then be disseminated at some later date. The state has a compelling interest in seeing that material which will have such negative consequences is never produced.

Excerpt from Padovano's dissent:
If a minor cannot be criminally prosecuted for having sex with another minor, as the court held in B.B., it follows that a minor cannot be criminally prosecuted for taking a picture of herself having sex with another minor. Although I do not condone the child's conduct in this case, I cannot deny that it is private conduct. Because there is no evidence that the child intended to show the photographs to third parties, they are as private as the act they depict...

The majority concludes that the child in this case did not have a reasonable expectation that the photographs would remain private. To support this conclusion, the majority speculates about the many ways in which the photographs might have been revealed to others. The e-mail transmission might have been intercepted. The relationship might have ended badly. The boyfriend might have wanted to show the photo to someone else to brag about his sexual conquest. With all due respect, I think these arguments are beside the point. Certainly there are circumstances in which the photos might have been revealed unintentionally to third parties, but that would always be the case.

That the Internet is easily hacked, as the majority says, is not material. The issue is whether the child intended to keep the photos private, not whether it would be possible for someone to obtain the photos against her will and thereby to invade her privacy. The majority states that the child "placed the photos on a computer and then, using the Internet, transferred them to another computer," as if to suggest that she left them out carelessly for anyone to find. That is not what happened. She sent the photos to her boyfriend at his personal e-mail address, intending to share them only with him.

The method the child used to transmit the photos to her boyfriend carries some danger of disclosure, but so do others. If the child had taken a printed photograph and placed it in her purse, it might have been disclosed to third parties if her purse had been lost or stolen. If she had mailed it to her boyfriend in an envelope, it might have been revealed if the envelope had been delivered to the wrong address and mistakenly opened. As these examples illustrate, there is always a possibility that something a person intends to keep private will eventually be disclosed to others. But we cannot gauge the reasonableness of a person's expectation of privacy merely by speculating about the many ways in which it might be violated.

The critical point in this case is that the child intended to keep the photographs private. She did not attempt to exploit anyone or to embarrass anyone. I think her expectation of privacy in the photographs was reasonable. Certainly, an argument could be made that she was foolish to expect that, but the expectation of a 16-year-old cannot be measured by the collective wisdom of appellate judges who have no emotional connection to the event. Perhaps if the child had as much time to reflect on these events, she would have eventually concluded, as the majority did, that there were ways in which these photos might have been unintentionally disclosed. That does not make her expectation of privacy unreasonable.

Article Category: General Youth Rights
Name of Original Publication: CNET
URL for Original Article: http://news.com.com/Police+blotter+Teens+prosecuted+for+racy+photos/2100-1030_3-61578
Publication Date of Original Article: 2007-02-09
 
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