Into The South (Dirty South Tour part 1 of 5)

Alaska Airlines flies from Seattle to New Orleans once a day. With that in mind, I’d decided that if we were going to have me teach on Friday night, I should start trying to get to the south on the Wednesday morning flight. That’s how it works with standby tickets after all. Eight weeks ago, Butterfly and I had tried to get to the wedding of the beautiful Coral Mallow on a pair of standby tickets. After eight years, she and her partner were finally tying the knot, in time for her moving to Scotland to pursue her academic adventure.…

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Seeking Phoenix Rope

A number of years back, gosh, a long while back now, there was a fire at the Twisted Monk production facility. The first batch of rope he did after the fire was done in beautiful red/yellow tones, and was listed as the color Phoenix. As a pagan and spirit worker, I use this rope for magical working, and use it occasionally for emotional connection as well. And, over the past 3 years, I have begun collecting it whenever I can. Some came into my hands when a friend passed away. Some showed up in a donation bin that came across…

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A reply to a recent conversation… on racism

After the shooting of John Crawford III at Walmart in Ohio, I posted this link on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/passionandsoul/posts/10152208829882133?comment_id=10152215035757133 I response to the post, there were a variety of thoughts shared on this very complex matter. Thank you to those who gave thoughtful responses, and shared additional information and resources. Issues around racism, as well as the specific issues in this case, are far from cut and dry. I had however promised that I would get back to this issue in this string of replies, and thus felt it was important to do so. Because my reply is 3 pages long,…

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Safer Group Sex

Over the course of a few events and with a few different folks, I ended up having a few different conversations about group sex, threesomes, sex parties, poly-fuckery, etc. How do we apply safer sex practices to these situations. How do we keep our partners, and ourselves, health happy and whole. So this blog post is me wanting to post some ideas. If you have extra ones, I’d love to hear about them and add addendums below the initial post. Some of these might apply to you and your play, some of it might not. A lot of this applies…

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Do You Wanna Build a Snow Man?

Last night, my partner Butterfly and I curled up and watched the special about the movie Frozen. How the movie was made, interviews with voice actors and producers, behind the scenes laughs and challenges. It was a beautiful piece, and well worth the watch for the two of us. When the film came out, we went to the snowflake bounce-along sing-along… and it was an almost empty theatre. We watched curled up with each other, and were delighted to see a princess flick that was about love between sisters, where the prince was not the be-all-end-all-goal. Where women were powerful,…

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Four Years of Self-Married Life

Tomorrow is my 4 year anniversary with myself. On September 10, 2010, alone in the woods out in Massachusetts, I swore an oath to myself… to death do us part. Truly. Afterwards friends shared my wedding cake with me as part of a lovely evening others were already having. I have 5 words inscribed on the inside of my wedding ring, and for my 1-year anniversary I had a gold ring with 5 gold dots tattooed at Bulldog Tattoo. For my honeymoon I went with myself to New Orleans for a non-work vacation. I/we went out for delicious food, wandered…

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A Story of a Collar

Over the years I have had many collars. The metal-covered leather collar my Master in England had me wear when I was in his presence back in the late 90s. The gold-plated eternity collar I wear currently when I do formal ritual work for the Goddess I serve. The tattooed collar I have embedded in my skin for her (two bear paws of her paws always on me). A chain collar with a lock that I had to have cut off of me eventually. The cheap green nylon dog collar I wore as Lady the husky, my nose painted black,…

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Connecting Beyond One Tool

Maintaining human connection is important. We talk all of the time about communication being key in relationships. Relationships at any level, of any type. Communication… starts with having a way to reach one another. It is curling up in bed. It is sitting over coffee or some other random beverage. It is a phone call. It is connecting on social media. I really like Facebook. Don’t get me wrong. I have a personal page and a professional page, pages for some of my books (the Shibari You Can Use books, both Sacred Kink books, and Playing Well With Others). It’s…

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You Are My Web

She unpacks bags of dirt and tells me how deep she would like the old soil, the new soil, and the magic begins. She has pansies, and I have herbs. Curry plant, rosemary, chives, basil and cilantro all give a sad smile from having spent two days drying out. They were being acclimated to the Alaska weather. I have spent the last six months acclimating to Alaska. I aerate, mix, aerate, even out soil. I breathe in the sun, the soil, her smile. I breathe in, and let it all out. I have acclimated, I am home. After six months,…

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Food, Faith and Personal Politics

I recently read a short interview with Gene Baur, an animal rights activist who lobbies in Washington on behalf of the turkeys who can’t even hold their massive weight on top of their tiny legs. In his childhood he did commercials for McDonald’s, and said if he could do it all over again, he would never have done them. That he did not know better back then. As I read about the boy-calves sent to death because they cannot produce milk, those genetically modified turkeys forced to have breasts far bigger than they can fully have a life with, my…

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