Tidbit.

It’s a mellow day at Manor Grey. Other is in the kitchen making crepes, the doggie Love in close attendance, in case a tasty tidbit should fall. I’m at my desk, staring at my computer screen and typing occasionally. My ipod on random providing score to my halting and skittish brian function. A half finished crochet wool blanket to my right on the desk, to be worked on at random. A birthday present for Owl.

It’s been a busy month. New clients. Lots of phone time. Getting more personal assisting, life coaching, and alternative sex councilor work. The garden has gotten man hours as well, the flower and herb beds out front blooming and packed with industrious bees. The vegetable garden in the back thriving with all the wet. I’ve got little green cherry tomatoes, and a first bright yellow cucumber blossom.

Feel obligated to blog.

This Low…

The crepes were way yummy. A little butter, a sprinkle of sugar and spices, rolled up and eaten.

 

 

Till Tomorrow.

Straighten Up and Fly Right…

Shy…

War Babies…

Alive and Kicking…

Women in Chains…

It’s been a music kind of morning. The week has kept me busy. Extra productive so I can’t complain. Though I was hoping to get a little writing in. Nothing on the schedule tomorrow so expect a blog forthcoming.


All I Need.

Sleepr…

Asleep From Day…

Humanity…

Miss World…

All I Need…

Sunday Reading.

Doing some sunday net browsing, there’s an article in the Bay Area Reporter, Psychology of Leather & Kink. In which David Ortmann states:

I will say is that what we [kinksters] manipulate, exploit and use in the leather/kink/fetish/BDSM communities (power, roles, gear, levels of dominance and submission, etc.) requires a person to have a certain level of healthy self-reflection and a sense of responsibility that can really only be found in someone who has an awareness of their own psychological makeup. This kind of sexuality isn’t meant to be undertaken thoughtlessly or unconsciously.

Like all disciplines that challenge social norms there’s a great deal of cognitive dissonance encountered in the kink lifestyle which cause us to develop self-awarness, if we didn’t possess much of one before.

Porn Vs. Art?

Last week I watched a documentary directed by Michael Grecco called Naked Ambition: An R Rated Look at an X Rated Industry . The film documents his attempt to portray the porn industry at the 2007?¬†AVN convention and awards. while¬†simultaneously creating a coffee-table book of his photos. The film might have been better named Nakedly Ambitious, if for no other reason than it frames Grecco’s own very apparent ambition and willingness to exploit the adult porn industry. Most markedly illustrated toward the end of the film when he lies and manipulates Sunny Lane to get one of the photo opts he was hoping for.

In the narrative Grecco stated over and over how difficult it was to document and photograph the porn industry without having his own work be pornographic. A lame statement as he capitalized on the sex factor repeatedly. And his assertion rings hollow in light of other photographers work, more specifically creating a tasteful and interesting coffee-table book while capturing the humanity of those in the adult porn industry.

Take for example XXX 30 Porn-Star Portraits by Timothy Greenfield-Sanders. Greenfield-Sanders delivers, without much ado, what Grecco attempts with self-serving bravado five years later. XXX 30 Porn-Star Portrates combines photos, interviews, essays, and the personal bios of 30 porn-stars. Timothy presents a clear and un-sensationalized look at the adult industry. A beautiful book, check it out.

 

Soul Music.


Hello (Turn Your Radio On)…

I just found a perfect example of a primary fetish of mine. Peter Heppner. Sexy.

I Feel You…

The Dream I Had of You…

Wir Sind Wir…

Monday Morning Music

Kidnap the Sandy Claws….

Into My Arms…

Into My Arms…

Stay…