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Myspace, Facebook, Twitter, Wave, Buzz, Messenger, Yahoo? How many do you use? And, perhaps more importantly, how many do you use to look for/contact partners with?

With online dating, and instant conversations,  I wonder if  ’ The age of deception’  wasn’t reborn?  We are able to chase the partner of our dreams and find them (anywhere in the World), although unless you web-cam, or meet up, the person using pixels could well be deceiving you in some way.  While they could just be shy, they can also be a vastly different age, height, weight, could be a vice-squad sting team looking for pedophiles, or lying about what sex/orientation they are.

Does that really matter? Are you looking for a hookup? Then the truth probably matters a fair bit. If I was wanting sex with a beautiful, younger, athletic, intellectual women I’ve clicked with online and be tapped on the shoulder by Bernard, an older guy with receding hairline, bad teeth and severe B.O. I’d be angered because I’d been lied to, and it’s not what I’m after. I’m pretty open minded and will happily have a conversation with anyone no matter their sexual orientation (pedophiles need not apply) but I also know what pushes my buttons when it comes to arousal.

However, if you’re looking to have your senses stimulated by the above “beautiful, younger, athletic, intellectual women” then if you’re not seeing ‘her’ or actually going to meet up, then who cares if Bernard is getting his rocks off at the same time, pretending to be his alter-ego and swapping deviant desires and getting jiggy with you?

The point is, to look at what you want and create the encounter that satisfies on the level you want/need (and yes, for all involved). Cyber may not be the complete answer to real life sexual and BDSM encounters, but circumstance or ’simple’ shyness may require a release in a more discreet manner. I suggest everyone should at least try cyber. Even if it’s not as fulfilling as you expect or want, it can be a fun option.

After all, isn’t the path to great sex/kink achieved through mental build up of some sort?

- Gamer

I’m negotiating an interview for the podcast. While exchanging emails an article was suggested.

A piece about “Jack Mormons and Utah”. Of course that piques my interest! Hell, I live in Utah and of course I love a good bit of irony when it comes to living behind the Zion Curtain.

photo credit: jmayer1129

(After all, it takes a sense of humor to live where you’re not wanted.)

I found the article.

“I Can’t Help Myself: Must…Write…About…Elections…” by Carol King. It beautifully exposes some of the irony behind Mormon politics, ethics and morals. Also a few of the quirks and pokes that exist in this “Pretty Great State”.

Take a read. Really! It’s a damn worthwhile trip!

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Wicked things are more fun when planned and executed by multiple evil minds. The brainstorms started when devious intentions combine, spark, gain momentum and feed off one another? They accelerate from mere storms to forces of dark nature in seconds.

Submissives and slaves whisper and glance fearfully. Their flesh and spirits yearning for the force of such unions to be released.

Such scenes and play recharge. They feed. Doldrums are often broken and transformed into raging seas where demons ride the waves laughing and screaming with joy.

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So you’ve been there, done that and got the T-shirt. Bored? Well who’s fault is that exactly?

I have tried a few fun things in my journey into Kink, by no means an extensive sampling yet, which leaves me a veritable cornucopia of experiences as a Top. If I should get a hankering to try a different perspective I can always try a slice of submission (don’t hold your breath!!).

However, of the things I enjoy and feel I have some talent for, occasionally certain aspects have almost seemed mundane  recently where I feel I’m  ’just going through the motions’ (something my playmate does NOT deserve to suffer). I don’t think I was truly aware of  this until the last play party I attended (I’ve had a few burdens to carry recently in all fairness to my creative streak). Anyway, I’m chatting to my partners in crime, when a mummification scene starts right next to me. An accomplished member of the community whose creativity I’ve seen parts of on occasion, he has some clingy wrap, a volunteer and my partial attention (I’m still talking with friends…. but I know he plays with style).

Now, the wrapping proceeds, the fun begins, and my attention becomes glued, my own conversation falters as I’m concious of  the noise level dropping in this section of the play space.  I was torn initially between some edge play also taking place and this mummification. Not for long though as what followed was simple, creative and very intense. I don’t think there was a dry sub in proximity to the scene, and I’m sure the volunteer enjoyed it. Kudos to the Top and his playmates.

Invigorated, mentally refreshed, and re-enthused I came up with a few variations on some themes I already had. A few minutes of voyeurism goes a long way folks, so pay attention to your environment. Sometimes a Gem is just arms length from creative realization. As for being bored or going through the motions, I’m over it already and back on the pathway to tormenting my playmates as normal service is resumes.

Evolution of BDSM

The Media is watching. The movement to educate the masses is growing. Organized Corporations are recruiting. Non-profits pop like flowers, bloom, burst and die on top of one another – a constant phoenix cycle.

All this time we, the cogs, move to fuel the machine that is BDSM.

It’s not unlike the Hippie movement. Something that started with pure exploration, idealism, rebellion and many statements has become a money maker and status symbol. If you want to be someone you need to teach someone. If you want your name known it needs to be National. If you want to National you need to cut a niche from the fabric of our community.

And all to often that fabric we’re cutting was carefully knit by someone else.

I’ve met the people who created “this” but never got the recognition for it. And I know the giants who stand on “that”…when it’s really just something simple that’s been done for decades, centuries…who knows!

The scramble rolls and tumbles on.

I’m not immune. I do this little Site, record voices and people listen – all around the world! For some reason it’s taken off and I’m okay with that. I am humbled by the people reaching out and sounding off – thousands and thousands of you.

But I’ll admit, I do it for the same reason I do most things in my life. I do it because I love it, it’s fun. I don’t get paid for it, we’re sure as hell not making a living from this!

So I ask the question. “What are we now?”

Are we here to get noticed? Or are we here to fill a greater need?

I see many Collectors. I see many running to reach a level where they’ll achieve some notoriety.

In the end, the Collectors burn through their collections and the only notoriety gain is to become “Notorious”.

The rest of us simply do our thing.

Mine is different than yours. Yours is different than mine. If either gains respect of the the Community at large? Then it’s a good thing…

…I’ll sleep well knowing it was done through honest effort.

How about you?

*Edit: If you have any questions about this post feel free to contact me – I’d love to answer your questions.

-Tutivillus

photo credit: Olivier Bareau

“I never even knew Utah HAD an Underground!”

Read the words. Pick up a shovel and go looking my friends.

Yes. Utah has an underground. It is strong. It is powerful and it is larger than the above ground.

On the surface are the shining temples, the happy, shiny soccer moms all pill’d up and drugged – ready to deal with their mewing broods. There are the sappy, smiling masses and the Standard-Issue-Non-Conformists sneering at the people they’re destined to become.

Then there’s Us.

We’re the same in every city, town and street. We look like you. We drink at your bars. We eat at your restaurants. We pee in your public lavies. We talk to you and we ride in your car pools.

Chances are…we’re doing the things YOU want to be doing.

We’re not better than you. We’re just a bit more honest with our selves.

No…we’re not going to Hell. We’ve escaped from it…

“Unknown
Unseen
We live underneath the radar
No sign – on screen
We dance underneath the radar”

-Underworld : “Underneath the Radar”

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We all come to a point where we face our demons.

The choice is this…do we run? Do we walk up to them, shake their hands and move beyond?

Or do we strap them to a fucking bench and beat them into submission?

Personally…I vote for the later choice.

I love hearing my demons beg.

A conversation on Fetlife brought about the following response on “Honesty”.

Are “Social Profiles” honest? And is one Site more honest than another? I’d love to hear some feedback on this one.

“…I learned that my efforts to keep myself hidden only held me back. I use common sense and a fantastic sense of pessimism towards my fellow “man” (yes, we’re all lying idiots from time to time) to guide me to that Higher Plane.

Now before you think I’m being sarcastic (and I am…to some extent) let me explain.

Let’s say you see a commercial on TV for a product that looks !Awesome! So awesome in fact that Billy Mays himself rose from the grave to tell you about it. Say they wanted to sell you that gem of human ingenuity for a mere $19.95.95 (for not one, but TWO!!)

Why, you’d be lumping for your wallet faster than a flying monkey could hump Toto.

You get that fantastic gizmo of intellectual brilliance only to find you’ve been sold a lump of shit a wizard spray painted gold and put in shiny foil wrap.

“Ripped off” only feels good when the hair’s shaved and the band-aid is wet my friends.

So to it is with Social Media. There are many golden turds out there shining under the loving care of Billy Mays. You’re only going to spot them if you start crossing out the “Media” part and jump into the “Social”.

Do so with caution and that healthy pessimism I was talking about.

You can avoid becoming one of those “As Seen On TV” examples by being honest and transparent. No, you don’t HAVE to have a picture (of you, not someone/something else) (in your profile)…but it does help. If you’re making the effort to let people know you and being accessible then you make up for the picture.

Stay the fuck away from Craig’s List for BDSM encounters.

Just have fun and do not worry so much. You’re on the Internet! Big Brother already knows everything about you! (Relax)

(Contents of this message may not reflect actual reality. Advice contained within the Contents of this message do reflect reality.)“

She twists.

Leather so willingly accepted, lightly chafes her wrists as she pulls subconsciously at her bonds.

Long hair, damp from her exertions, clinging to face, neck and upper back in affirmation of her joy.

Moans and whimpers pass her lips as tension melts, as pain evolves into pleasure, tears snaking rivulets of mascara in a journey south towards her breasts.

The chains above her, chiming the futility of escape, supporting her femininity while whispering her captivity.

Rope binding her most cruelly, accentuating her, offering her in celebration of His desires.

Marks from the whip, His sadistic caress of leather, taking her into that place beyond words, beyond expression.

Pain so long entwined with pleasure, with need, with desire rips a sob from her.

She turns, almost limp with fatigue and from release, her carnal desire swelling, charging the air with her essence, her longing.

She twists.

And in that place, in that moment, as the chains support and accentuate her beauty, as her suffering reaches a crescendo cascading into the warm bliss of inner tranquility, He knows that she is his.

And He smiles.

Kissing her, She twists.