I know I will regret this..................

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This article appeared in the Dallas Voice print edition September 28, 2007

Now is here is a woman I would to meet...........

Life+Style Lead Story
Queen of kink
By Daniel A. Kusner Life+Style Editor

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LEATHER LIBRARIAN: Viola Johnson shows off a copy of Fantasia magazine.​

Viola Johnson visits Dallas to spread the leather gospel at Beyond Vanilla XVII Philly based leather archivist brings more than 15,000 S/M titles and a political message

This week, a huge room inside the John Thomas Gay and Lesbian Center morphed into a parlor of perv. On the wall hangs a poster for London's Royal Rubber Orgy. A reading table holds the collected editions of Dungeon Master newsletters. In the corner, an exhibit illustrates the 15-year history of Dallas very own International Master and slave contest.

Guiding visitors around the kinky collection is Viola Johnson, a leather librarian, if you will. Earlier this week, she packed up her staggering stockpile of literature, memorabilia, photography and ephemera and drove from Philadelphia to Dallas for Beyond Vanilla XVII, the annual weekend of workshops and social events that�s organized by National Leather Association of Dallas. Throughout this weekend, Dallasites can dip into Johnson�s collection to celebrate a vibrant history and revive a passion to preserve.

Johnson is an old guard pack rat the kind who can�t seem to part with any of the smutty treasures that touch her life. Growing up in New Jersey, she was blue-dog Republican. In college, she studied English literature and history. But one day, a leather daddy gave her an eye-opening volume about spanking and beating titled, Curiosa: As Told By a Flagalent. Johnson directs me to the sacred 1885 text, and she allows me to delicately page through it.

She vividly recalls the first time she read it almost 40 years ago and how it introduced her to her first lesson in Leather 101: To serve.

When you think about it, the first glimpses into sexuality are often burned into one's memory. And for many gay folks, erotica often expressed a love that dare not speak its name. Unfortunately, landfills have cruelly devoured many precious layouts, stories, illustrations and culture.

Coming out as gay and coming out as leather are apparently two distinct processes that are usually mutually exclusive. Ever since Johnson cracked the spine of Curiosa, she began saving practically every scrap of BDSM history she could find.

Basically, I moved the contents of my house to Dallas, she laughs.

Who knows if those stuffed shirts on Antiques Roadshow would agree. But one thing is certain Johnson's definitely a rare collector. While a majority of her library contains published works, the items were usually sold under the table. She unveils a pristine anthology of Fantasia the type of post-WWII underground journals that gave rise to Bettie Page. She also proudly hands me her most prized possession, an early edition of The Merry Order of St. Bridget, Margaret Anson's mid-1800s epistolary novel about life in service among a coterie of female flagellants.

Now a staunch liberal, Johnson also gives the keynote address at Beyond Vanilla. And she's about to crack the whip on a shameful chapter in Texas history: Johnson is pissed about the weak voter turnout that overwhelmingly decided to pass the marriage protection amendment in November of 2005. Earlier this week, she e-mailed me her speech. One phrase particularly stands out "I'm a dangerous person in politics. I'm a bitch with a ballot and I plan to use it!"


Let the Floggings Begin

The Viola Johnson Library will be on display at Beyond Vanilla,
Sept 28-30 on the second floor of the Sterling Hotel, 1055 Regal Row.

Johnson's delivers her keynote address on Sept 30 at 9 a.m. in the hotel's Grand Ballroom.


PERVERATI PLAY IN DALLAS

Name the scene dominant, submissive, bondage, sadomasochism. At Beyond Vanilla XVII, you're likely to meet some playful new friends, learn some kinky new tricks and bolster the fetish and S&M communities.

Presented by the National Leather Association-Dallas, this weekends Beyond Vanilla is a pansexual educational weekend with workshops and demonstrations on bondage, and sadomasochism techniques and dominant-submissive relationships. More than 25 workshops are open to all from newbies to sexy experts. Check out some of this year's enticing workshop titles: Cautery Pens,Art of the Bite and Spirituality and Technique of Cutting.

The fun goes down at the Sterling Hotel on Regal Row.

If you haven�t registered yet, cost will be $110 for the weekend.

Check out the Whip Lounge, a haven for whip enthusiasts to exchange tips, crack off a few or receive one-on-one instruction from experienced handlers.

The Vendors Market is open to anyone over 18 who wants to shop for kinky toys, leather goods and clothes as well as other items for sale.

There's also the International Puppy and Trainer Conference workshops and demonstrations for all those who love those human puppies.

Beyond Vanilla is once again supporting the 3rd Annual Teeter-Totter-a-Thon, a marathon teeter-totter ride raises money for local charities.

Sept. 28-29 at the Sterling Hotel Dallas, 1055 Regal Row. To register and for a complete schedule, visit BeyondVanilla.org.

 

[hottop]

Gord

Am I the only person who likes Gord?

I like those photos, or at least that genre of photo.

I agree the vehicular ones are a bit risky if not faked, but I've also seen some really stupid knife play and stuff in my day.

I have a huge fetish for objectification, I'm a gearhead, I like rubber and spandex and I find transformation a really hot erotic touchstone.

Don't ask me to explain it overmuch, I just like it.

Gord is an artist, a perfectionist, with enough humanity to avoid veering to the dark side. Have enjoyed his work for years. Very consistent quality, high "lust factor".

 

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It's a phase, nothing personal, simply made me laugh...

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[Shankara20]

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*snicker*

 

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October 29th, 2007 1:12 PM

The Pleasures and Dangers of Bondage
by Tristan Taormino

Last week, the autopsy report was released for Rev. Gary Aldridge, who died in June of accidental asphyxiation while engaged in self-bondage and autoerotic asphyxiation. By now, you've probably heard something about the pastor of Thorington Road Baptist Church in Montgomery, Alabama, who was a friend of Jerry Falwell and was found dead in lots of rubber with a butt plug in his ass. There have been plenty of blog entries about how he was yet another closeted, kinky, conservative hypocrite who preached salvation but practiced sin. But in reading the details especially from the coroner's report I was struck by something else: Man, this guy was really into bondage. He was found alone wearing two rubber wet suits, a face mask, a rubber head mask, rubber underwear, diving gloves, and flippers; the various ways he was restrained seem to indicate he was hogtied, which is difficult (but not impossible) to achieve by yourself. He was definitely not a novice bondage fan.

So, it seems, he died doing something he loved. Some people put themselves in bondage because that's their turn-on, but it's much more often a two- (or more) person sport. I wonder if Reverend Aldridge did it by himself because he couldn't bear the shame or potential exposure of sharing it with someone else. If he could have found someone to share his kink with, he might still be alive.

When many people recall their first experience of bondage, it usually reaches all the way back to childhood. As part of cops and robbers, cowboys and Indians, or another kids' game, someone had to be restrained at some point. You'd grab a necktie or a belt or something from one of your parents' closets and tie up the bad guys. Some people look back on those experiences as fun memories; bondage enthusiasts usually remember the first time they were tied up (or tied someone else up) with a lot more detail and glee.

For grown-ups, bondage is an erotic activity with endless possibilities. It seems to transcend categories: You don't need to be into BDSM to have tied up a lover or been tied up during sex. Self-described kinky and non-kinky folks alike incorporate different types of bondage into their sex play. If you've ever held down your lover's hands while you were fucking her or pinned him down to the bed with your body, then you've practiced a form of bondage. That's one of the bonuses of bondage: You can do it without any fancy equipment, and you can use whatever's nearby a silk scarf, a pair of suspenders, panty hose . . . heck, I've used a rolled-up sheet in a pinch.

Of course, you can also invest in some elaborate accoutrements, from handcrafted leather and stainless-steel restraints to pretreated Japanese hemp rope. My first serious girlfriend popped my bondage cherry with a pair of fur-lined leather restraints. Since then, I've been bound with everything from balloons (imagine balloon animals kinkified) to athletic tape (when it came off, so did several layers of skin ouch!).

Browse a list of workshops at a BDSM event and you'll see just how popular and varied bondage can be: rope bondage, suspension bondage, Japanese rope bondage, metal bondage, bondage for sex, decorative bondage, creative bondage, head and face bondage, genital bondage, hand and foot bondage, body harnesses, latex bondage, and predicament bondage. Google the word "bondage" and you'll get about 32 million links. According to Alexa, the kinky bondage site Hogtied.com (which is owned by Kink.com) has more traffic than MSNBC.com.

I think one of the reasons bondage is so popular is that it's incredibly versatile. It can cover lots of physical and emotional territory, from sensual teasing to sadistic torment and everything in between. It's an ideal vehicle to explore explicit power dynamics, since restraining someone embodies dominance, control, power, and authority. And being restrained is a way to submit, surrender, and give oneself over to another. Bondage can also be incredibly challenging, physically and psychologically, for both partners. The top must create the ritual, calculate and execute the design, and even use physics (to make a safe and successful suspension, for example). The bottom must endure what may feel like an impossible circumstance for her body, let go of her fear, embrace her powerlessness, and trust her partner.

But when some people are bound, they panic or fight to get out. They feel constricted, maybe even claustrophobic. I've seen people actually get angry when they're restrained it just fucks with their heads way too much. Other folks give in to the experience and are turned on by the sense of powerlessness they feel.

Then there is a third group of people who, when restrained especially in rope bondage become totally relaxed and calm; it's surprising to see how serene someone can look when they're all tied up. At first, I couldn't understand how utterly peaceful some people get when they're in bondage, but then I read a fascinating book called Animals in Translation by animal-behavior expert Temple Grandin, who is autistic. Grandin recalls the first time she saw a "squeeze chute," a tight, confining chute that ranchers put cattle in to keep them completely still so they can be given immunization shots:

"They get really calm. When you think about it, it makes sense because deep pressure is a calming sensation for just about everyone. That's one of the reasons a massage feels so good it's the deep pressure. The squeeze chute probably gives cattle a feeling like the soothing sensation newborns have when they're swaddled or scuba divers have underwater."

Grandin is credited with inventing the humane squeeze chutes for animals that are now used on cattle ranches all over the country. Reading Grandin's take on the squeezing immediately made me think of scenes I have seen where bondage bottoms look like they're in an awkward predicament but at the same time seem absolutely blissed out. To an outsider, rope knots rubbing against bare skin may appear abrasive, cuffs clamped tightly around ankles confining, but these things can actually be incredibly comforting to those who love to be put in bondage. That's what makes it such a complex, satisfying experience for so many: Bondage can be both beautiful and brutal sometimes at the same time.

The Village Voice Link

 

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Savage Love
by Dan Savage


Question. I read the Smoking Gun story about the minister who died while hogtied and rubberized, and these details from the police report puzzle me: "The hands are bound behind the back. The feet are tied to the hands. There are nylon ligatures holding these in place with leather straps about the wrists and ankles. . . . " There's self-bondage, Dan, and then there's self-bondage. How common is it for people to tie themselves up this thoroughly and then get loose again, without anyone else in the house? —SUDDENLY MY DUCT TAPE SEEMS SO VANILLA

Answer. What Rev. Gary Aldridge did to himself may sound incredible, but it's not impossible. Spend a little quality time on XTube, SMDTSSV, and you'll find numerous examples of people—well, men—engaged in elaborate self-bondage rituals. And seeing as the authorities in Montgomery, Alabama, would have preferred to pin his death on gay ninja assassins and not on Aldridge's secret solo sex life, I'm satisfied that Aldridge was alone at the time of his death.

But I'm glad you brought up Rev. Aldridge, SMDTSSV, because I want to amend something I wrote in last week's column: "When it comes to potentially dangerous kinks, you're better off—you're safer—being shameless" and indulging your kinks with lovers, buddies, and friends, because "the shameless don't just get to enjoy their kinks, they also get to survive them."

The day my column went to print, I learned of the death of Adrian Exley, a shamelessly kinky Brit. Exley traveled to Boston to play with two other men, also shameless pervs. Unfortunately for Exley, the men were shamelessly stupid pervs: They left Exley—wrapped in plastic, bound with duct tape, hooded, and with only a straw to breathe through—alone in a closet overnight, where Exley asphyxiated. One of the men, Gary LeBlanc, a 48-year-old Gulf Oil exec, took responsibility for Exley's death in a suicide note and then killed himself. Exley's mother is suing the other man for wrongful death.

So I should have written: "The shameless don't just get to enjoy their kinks, they're likelier to survive them."

Never leave a tied-up person alone, kids. It's dangerous and dumb.

Village Voice Savage Love Link

 

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I don't think it was Miss Shy ........

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: notices Miss Shy is about wonder's if she will see Post # 3007, smiles :

 

[Shankara20]

hmmmmmm, I remembered it as much larger

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hmmmmmm, I remembered it as much larger

Been there, said that

: runs :

Need to go now,catch you later today Fu darlink : smootches :

 

[00Syd]

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"We like to think shopping with us is exciting enough already"

Hahahahahahaha

 

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No idea where to put this ........

Rude Bloke - BEN VERNON - 22Feb08

MISUNDERSTANDINGS can be funny things, and- along with the double entendre – forms the basis of just about all British humour.

Allow me to demonstrate. It's rural England in the 1930s and the local vicar has come to tea. The lady of the house has buzzed off for the moment to yell at the servants, leaving the young vicar alone with her beloved dalmation, Nigel.

The vicar, left to his own devices and trying to be matey, throws the dog a slice of tea cake.

Unfortunately Nigel starts to choke on the cake and the vicar springs into action and tries to apply the Heimlich manoeuvre.

The lady of the house comes back into the room at this point (for comic effect she is now inexplicably accompanied by the Archbishop of Canterbury and the Duke and Duchess of Argyle) to see the young man of the cloth apparently energetically buggering her prized pet.

This sort of misunderstanding is the basis of just about every 'drawing room farce' ever brought to life on the English stage and I bring it up because I had a similar misunderstanding of my own just recently.

I was over on Magnetic Island visiting my parents. Sterling folks, my mother and father, two of the very best. They had gone out somewhere and I was wandering around the homestead looking for something to do.

I was perusing the DVD shelf with dwindling enthusiasm when I received a nasty jolt. I had gone past all the movies in their collection and had got into the odds and sods section, demonstration discs and crap like that, when one title popped out and hit me fair between the eyes.

It was a DVD simply called Leather Master.

I leapt back from the bookcase with a whinnying cry as if I'd been bitten. Leather Master? Could it be? That these two apparently respectable parents of mine were rabid bondage and discipline fanatics when left to their own devices?

Lucky I'd phoned them to tell them I was coming, because if I'd come in the front door unannounced to find my mother in a leather peephole bra, wielding a riding crop and standing over my father in a gimp mask and bumless chaps, I knew there was not enough therapy and medication available in the world to salvage my sanity.

They came home and instead of the kindly parents of old, their every word and move now held a kind of sinister aspect.

"Are you all right? You look a bit off colour," one of them said with a suggestive leer. "Do you want to watch a DVD?"

"Jesus Christ Almighty, no!" I shouted. "Let's play cards."

Now, decks of cards that have been through a generation or two of grubby children playing with them are pretty much the same- sticky, covered in grime and well short of the full complement.

In my hand I held the four of clubs (formerly a joker), the seven of pentacles, a get-out-of-jail free, a draw four Uno card and Mr Bun the Baker.

"Gin," I said, laid down my cards and broke down and told the parents that I had stumbled on to their guilty Leather Master secret.

"No. no," they said and pulled the offending article from the shelf to show me. "It's just a guide on how to clean and care for leather furniture."

"Thank God for that," I said and we all had a good laugh.

As I put Leather Master back on the shelf, I noticed it was snuggled next to a volume called Lesbian Midget Orgy 5, but I'm sure there's a perfectly innocent and logical explanation for that.

GIMP? ... say it isn't so

Townsville Bulletin Article Link

 

[myinnerslut]

lol. thanks rebecca

 

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lol. thanks rebecca

Funny writer huh Miss MIS, I so related to the repel factor.

My parents had "The Joy of Sex" in their wardrobe : shudders :

 

[subinchico]

Thank Godesses

---that I can lie underneath my mistress bleeding happily for her and not be judged by anyone that fuckin matters!