Milestone Reached Before I Knew It
Wow. Hard to believe that March 22nd marked the thirtieth anniversary of my first porn scene. Since that time I’ve done about a thousand movies, give or take a few, translating into about fifteen hundred scenes shot for professional video. Add to that the four hundred (give or take) web shows I’ve done for this site, plus all of the swinging and other sex that was not recorded for prosperity or profit, and you’ve got a hell of a lot of sex!
The good news is that I’m as into my job as I ever was, and enjoy making movies and shooting scenes and talking about sex. That’s why I chose this profession in the first place, because it allowed me to indulge my interest in sex from all angles: the personal, political, professional, scientific, holistic, physical, artistic and for amusement, empowerment and enlightenment. I love having sex, of course, but I love just as much talking about it and helping others find their way to their best sexual expression.
Since I have no children of my own it seems like it’s been a long weekend, not thirty (?!) years. I recall my first scene as if it were yesterday, and most other scenes in between. Show me a picture from any scene and I’m likely to rattle off what else was going on that day, or who else was on set. Some names have escaped me, it’s true, but never the experiences themselves. Why? Mainly because I’ve done all of my scenes sober. Not because I’m a Goody Two Shoes but because I’m a dyed-in-the-wool, natural-born “freak” and never needed to numb myself to do my job. I use quotation marks because I know I’m not like most other people. I feel normal and at home in my skin, though I know I’m an oddball (a feeling I announced to my Dad when I was ten, so I guess I’ve been aware for a while, now).
Unlike many in our society, some of whom find their way to porn, I never had any religious indoctrination as a child and so never worried about “sin,” “hell,” “damnation” or what might happen to my “soul.” I am exceedingly grateful for this lapse in moral education from my parents. They passed down to me their belief in social justice activism and were active in the Civil Rights and Anti-War movements of my childhood. They just never spoke to me about God, as they were not, themselves, believers.
They were, though, Seekers and, after many years of casting about in the wilderness after my Father’s 1957 Blacklisting (at the tail end of MacCarthyism), in 1969 they settled on Zen Buddhism as their spiritual practice. My Mother still practices and my Father did until his death in 2010, aged 95 1/2. I am also grateful that Zen was it for them, as there were many other, less-savory, avenues to spiritual awakening in vogue at the time. They could have ended up Scientologists, Hare Krishnas or ESTians! Instead, they chose a nice, non-prosletyzing religion with two thousand year’s history. Whew! Now, of course, “mindfulness” is all the rage in the press and self-help circles, but I’ve been aware of that notion (and taken full advantage of its benefits) since I was ten.
I look forward to the next thirty years of teaching and preaching about sex, sexuality and sexual expression. Like the great Betty Dodson (www.dodsonandross.com), I expect to be doing this work when I’m old and (finally) gray. My partners may stay young, beautiful and naked, while I get older and stay dressed, but sex will always be my topic of choice.
Old Friends Reemerge
I was at a kink event in Las Vegas earlier this month (www.SinInTheCityLV.com), where I gave the Keynote address, written by my Darling. You can find the text of the talk at the site. It’s a lovely gathering with lovely people and I had a lovely time, even though I was there on my own.
One evening, at the general hang-out/smoking space, a woman, bountiful boobs gushing over the top of her corset, stood up and smiled at me, saying, “Do you recognize me?” She sure as hell looked familiar but I couldn’t quiiiiite place her. “Karen Summer!” she said, smiling even more broadly. Karen freaking SUMMER?!?! I did my first g/g with her in “Educating Nina!” OMG, talk about a blast from the past! Turns out she’s happy in love, having recently discovered that she’s kinky and submissive. Her Man is super nice and I got to meet him, too. She wants to come back and I’ll do my best to help her out. I will say this: her boobs sure look good!
Every Monday from 4-6 Pacific time I now co-host a radio show with Ginger Lynn, “Blame It On Ginger,” on www.skidrowstudio.com.. You’ll need iTunes to be able to listen for free, but it’s a lot of fun and there are cameras in studio. You know me and Ginger: there will be nudity and sexual situations. There’s a call-in number, too, if you want to talk directly to us. She has a different co-host each weekday, so each show has a different flavor to it. Tune in if you’re able!
The Return of Tall Girl
Last Wednesday we had a return engagement from Tall Girl, our mainly-lesbian playmate, whom we love dearly. She’s in a full-time relationship and uses playtime with us to really let her hair down, have good conversation and some wild, kinky sex. She’s 5’10″ (hence her nickname), and lovelovelove to be beaten hard. Thump is her middle name and my Darling and I get a good workout giving her a good working-over.
At Sin in the City I picked up some new super-thumpy toys. The maker calls them “Whomp ‘Ers,” but they’re not on his site. A sturdier and heavier, adult-and-washable version of Bataka Bats, they allow for someone as small as I am to really hit hard and deep someone as tall as Tall Girl, w/o hurting my hand or her. They don’t bruise but the thump carries all the way to the bone, which is what Thump Lovers are after.
I set up the room: suction machine, thump toys, strap on, lube, gloves, Hitachis stung in two places, and anything else we might need. TG arrived exactly on time, as is her way, and in a happy and horny mood, also her way.
We settled in to look at smut (we prefer illustrated, very hard kink images) while we sit naked on the couch, TG in between us, her legs draped over ours. This, of course, allows us to grope and molest her while she gets juicy looking at the images of extreme behavior.
We started on the dining room table, TG’s head falling over one side as I put my pussy in her face, while my Darling put in the butt plug and played some more with her bits. Once she was dizzy with her head over the edge and her pussy hungry because her ass was being invaded by a steel plug, we moved to the back room. The next two hours was a blur of beating, fucking, sucking, suction machine-ing, Whomping and more fucking. I love using my strap on with her, as she loves it a lot (I usually let our guest decide if there will be any fake dick in the picture), and I had the sore hips and thighs the next day to prove it!
She had two or three orgasms and my Darling was going to finish in her ass but instead finished in her mouth, as per her request for an ATM. He’s not one to let a dirty idea go unrewarded!
I started dinner while they talked a bit and cleaned up the dungeon. She stayed after dinner talking till about midnight or so.
Can’t wait to have her back!
Master of O
My Darling has written a book, “Master of O,” and it should be available in e-book form around the first of May. Watch this space for more, but it’s an amazing, fun, kinky, insider’s read of a nour-ish, contemporary Los Angeles, peopled with complex and interesting characters. As the launch date approaches I’ll be talking more about it. It’s super-awesome, though!