Chicago, here I come!

(image courtesy of larry utley)
This past week has been a frenzy of preparations before I head out of town for a week and half.

The first part of the trip will be for social pleasure....From the 15th -19th of July I will be converging with a group of friends to take on Chicago.
And speaking of taking on....

I plan to check out the Chicago mixed wrestling scene. Chicago kind of reminds me of New York City (which is where I first tapped into the mixed wrestling world). Chicago, has good pizza, keeps its bars open until 4am, and carries a similar 'no-nonsense' attitude that I crave and love.

But, Chicago wrestlers - are you as tough? Don't think that because I have lived in San Francisco the past few years that I am a softee....And I am no body-builder, and I may look sweet, but don't be fooled into thinking that I am an easy match. (I am a fun one, though!)

Oh, I am looking forward to my trip, and I hope to meet and beat some of those Chicago wrestlers while I am there!

See you soon!

...But she looked so sweet!

(image courtesy of Larry Utley)

On the topic of skills that come in handy, definitely my knowledge of wrestling and ability of moving quickly has come in super useful in the real world.

Unfortunately, many men seem to think that is okay to touch women without their consent. I am not actually talking about the more violent forms of this, but the little ways in which strangers seem to think its okay to put their hands on my waist or on the small of my back when talking to me.

For some reason, this seems to be an acceptable norm in most of this society, and it drives me nuts. I absolutely hate the way some men assume that just because they find me attractive it is oaky to interact with me in this way. Respectful conversation and flirting is one thing. Sloppy putting of hands where they shouldn't be is another.

I have had a couple of interactions with somewhat drunk men trying to hit on me, who have done this....and they did not get the usual awkward laughter and gentle moving away.

Instead they found themselves in a full or half nelson (that is the quickest and most natural hold that I find myself doing in this situation) and they were quickly pushed to their knees and humiliated. I have done this on a number of occasions.

Most random dudes are not expecting this. But I bet even in their next-day hazy memory of the night before this is one lesson they would not forget.

And I have to admit - it feels pretty awesome for me, to turn around what is annoying and disrespectful into a lesson. Its pretty empowering, and I feel pretty bad-ass for it.

Now....some of you out there probably wish you were the guy who found himself surprisingly in that full or half nelson. Well, I will like you much better if we consensually set that up as a roleplay. When I win in those pre-negotiated situations, that is when I feel most bad-ass and have the most fun.

(So if you get any bad ideas, make sure you get that hottie's consent before you act it out!)

These Talents Come in Handy...

(photo courtesy of Michelle Medina)
The other day, I did a favor for some friends and helped them pick up some furniture. Since the furniture was bigger than the car, I brought along some climbing ropes.

Once the furniture had been hoisted on top of the vehicle, I waved them out of the way, "Allow me."

I worked quickly, sometimes employing the friends whose mouths stood wide open to hold pieces of rope. Within minutes that furniture was securely in place, and would not be slipping an inch as we made our way over one of those lovely San Francisco hills.

I get a thrill and a laugh out of these little ways in which some of my skills are incredibly useful in the normal vanilla world. It feels delightfully wrong to know as I am, say, binding a table to a roof, that in my world these rope skills aren't meant for something as mundane as a piece of furniture.

There was one time a couple of years ago, when I went on an adventure with a huge cast of characters, most of them circus performers in one way or another. We were traveling in a huge bus, and there were several occasions when something big needed to be tied either to the roof or inside the vehicle.

There were three of us who argued over how it should be done: the Domme, the Sailor, and the Tree-Sitter. It felt like a scene out of a joke.

And we definitely laughed about it. I must say, however, despite our debating, between the three of us, that binding was accomplished quickly and effectively.

Tangling with Friends

I was just hanging out with my super cute friend, Isobel, and even though we have known each other for a few years now, we only recently discovered that we both enjoyed luring our friends into playful wrestling scenarios....

We shared that love of putting our male friends to shame by putting them on their backs. That kind of victory is so delightfully sweet, that I am pretty much always up for a chance to taste it again. It just never gets old.

So....of course, we had to wrestle each other! Isobel is such a natural - and she has super strong legs. I taught her many of the moves I managed to hide up my sleeve, so in no time she is going to be invincible.
And oh my, I would love to wrestle her again...

Don't you wish you were a fly on the wall for that?
Or maybe you wish you could join in the match?

For the Love of the Wrestling

(photo courtesy of Larry Utley)

Growing up, most of my summers were spent at the local swimming pools. When I wasn't at the pool, I was playing baseball or softball, or battling the waves at the ocean. For most of my childhood, I was on the summer swimteam, which meant daily morning swim-practices. I would often stay at the pool after practice, or I would ride my bicycle home for lunch and come back to the pool later. Both of the local pools where I spent my time were a bikable distance from where I lived.

As I began to hit puberty, the pools were great places for me to meet boys, or see the boys from school who I had crushes on...We often played games of marco polo, or swim-tag. It was during games of tag that I first began to enjoy informal wrestling, as I fought for the ladder which was base. This was especially fun if I liked the person I was fighting. Sometimes the game of tag would disintegrate into an hours-long wrestling match. Oh, how I loved this!

Wrestling was perhaps my earliest exploration of power dynmaics - a fully engaging way of establishing who was in control.
More specifically, wrestling was also one of the earliest ways in which I challenged gender norms - I was always ready to fight if someone accused me of not being able to do something because I was a girl.

As an adult this is one thing that hasn't really changed. I often playfully and informally wrestle with my friends and lovers. They often don't have quite the stamina for it is I do. This is why I especially enjoy the formal mixed wrestling matches. I love breaking out the mats, and breaking a sweat while tangling with someone who is often much bigger than me. How sweet is my victory when I have successfully forced someone twice my size into submission!

And I don't always win. But I don't give up easily. In a pins match, I try to escape as quickly as possible. In a submission match, I will squirm and maneuver until I have found a way to turn the tables. I usually only tap out if I absolutely have to.

Oh, wrestling is fun, and satisfying on a deep, sweaty level.

Long time....

It has been a long time....
Where have I been?

Busy with school, busy with play, busy with work....and all the million other projects.

For almost two years?

Well, yes.

But I am still here.
I am still playing - still kicking, still spanking, still wrestling....

how those hidden dark alleyways of our imagination

...may transport us to real-life enactments!

****

He was wearing a pin-strip suit; I was in devilishly form-fitting pants, pin-stripe corset, tight button down white shirt. We both were in fidoras and ties.

Walking down a quiet alley-way towards a bar on Polk street, his cell-phone rings. He checks the number and glancing apologetically at me and my raised eyebrow, he turns away to take the call. While he is on the phone I examine our surroundings.

There are cars parked on one side of the street, still covered in glimmering drops of water from the rain which had only ceased for the time being. One man slowly pushes a shopping cart down the our street, perhaps lost in his own world and ignoring our presence. I can hear the quick clicking of stilettos, laughter and loud voices chattering in Spanish, as some ts street workers crossed the end of our alley. However, other than the disappearing man with the shopping cart, my friend and I are alone.

I return my gaze to my companion, and smile to myself as I notice that his back is to me, and he is using the wall of the building to write something down. Temporarily consumed by his business, he has accidentally made himself vulnerable to unseen predatorial surroundings.

Folding up his piece of paper, and returning his pen to his pocket, his conversation draws to a close. As he snaps his cell-phone shut, he suddenly finds himself shoved up against the wall, arms pinned behind him, and cell phone wrenched from his fingers.

"There will be no more interruptions while we are together," I whisper into his ear, pushing his legs open with my knee. "Do you understand me?"

"Yes," he breathes as I slip his cell phone back into his pants pocket, noticing how the material tightens as I do so.

...to be continued...

School days

It has been far too long!
These past couple of months have been EXTREMELY busy for me...with going out of town, a couple different performances, book stuff, school, and play...
This blog is what suffers most when I am so busy, as it is the last thing I get to when things get crazy. This next month will be a bit calmer, so I will be updating more frequently.

So, yes, school has started once again for me - I can't get enough of it, it seems. I have been sharing this ongoing saga with a friend, but perhaps you all would enjoy: I have developed a funny rapor with my Chinese Teacher, who several times has made comments about spanking those who forget their homework...I raise an eyebrow and smile at these repeated jokes. Then, the other day, she made some comment about torture being a good thing, espeically first thing in the morning. I laughed perhaps a bit too hard, because this time it was her raising an eyebrow and smiling, calling my chinese name, and saying,"Oh, do you agree?"

Mmmhmm...Oh yes, I do agree...But I also think it is good in the afternoon, evening, right before bed, and even in the middle of the night!

Later that class, she said to me, "You and I are going to get along very well.