Ordered to fetch the paddle so he can use it on me. See, I can be a good girl … sometimes. Full photo story here.
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Boardwalk Badness Weekend 2014 was my most intense spanking party yet; a non-stop whirlwind of play and intimacy and energy.
I arrived on Wednesday night having not really slept the night before due to a late-night farewell to Los Angeles and an early start to catch my flight. The lovely Tattoo_Fairy picked me up from Philadelphia airport, and we chatted and got to know each other better on the drive to Atlantic City. Despite my tiredness I managed to stay up long enough to say hello to people and have a couple of drinks in the hotel bar, then crashed out in Tattoo_Fairy’s hotel room – she kindly let me stay with her, since my shared room with Zoe Montana wasn’t booked until the next night.
For me, BBW always kicks off with the pool party. Sunlight dazzling through the glass roof, making me feel as if I was still on the west coast, stepping into the warm water in my plain black swimsuit, regretting having left behind my purple bikini somewhere along the way. People started to arrive, and I bobbed in the water to chat with Tattoo_Fairy, BradD and TheBadAlex, greeting people with damp hugs regardless of whether they’d come into the pool or were still clothed.
The first I knew of Zoe’s arrival was a warm weight at my back, the soft press of her boobs and thighs, and an excited, familiar “Hiiii!” I turned around in the water with her still clinging to my back until she released me and switched to a front-side hug with the grace of the water-bound, splashing and shrieking in glee. I clamped my legs around her waist, koala style, and we bounced delightedly in greeting. It was so good to see her. She gives the best stealth hugs ever.
I enjoyed chatting to BBC journalist Daniel Nasaw at the Feminist Porn Awards, but I wasn’t sure when his article would come out. The first I knew of it was when I woke up on Friday to find dozens of tweets about it in my mentions feed. I looked and there it was, right on the BBC News homepage!
Reading the article, I’m happy. It’s positive (except for the Julia Long quotes included for “balance”) and offers a good, if simplistic, introduction to the concept of feminist porn. (No mention of feminist fetish porn here … I think that’s in the advanced class.) The article mentions a lot of the big names in feminist porn, and will hopefully raise mainstream awareness of the good work being done to further the cause of gender equality and ethical production in the adult industry.
I knew that Daniel was taking photos during my solo content share shoot with Ms Naughty, but it was still a surprise to see us both right there in BBC News Magazine.
“If it’s possible to have sex in a feminist way, it’s possible to record it in a feminist way,” says Pandora Blake, a 29-year-old London-based sex worker, pornographer and porn performer.
In recent years, feminist porn producers and performers have settled on a rough agreement on how to shoot pornography that empowers rather than demeans women and depicts authentic female sexuality rather than the presumed fantasies of the stereotypical straight man.
My line was paraphrased from a tweet by Adele Haze – full credit to her for coming up with a memorable turn of phrase. It turns out that tweets make great soundbytes.
Whether it’s a movement, a genre, an aesthetic, or all of the above, feminist porn took off in the last decade, helped along by the rise of the internet and the decline in the cost of digital film production.
“The internet has democratised porn in a big way,” says Blake, who that morning shot a solo spanking scene with Ms Naughty, the Australian founder of BrightDesire.com. “It’s empowered a lot of performers to produce their own content – it’s empowering performers, which means its empowering women.”
You can read the rest of the article on the BBC site – In Toronto with the world’s feminist pornographers.
D likes me to dress up for him, and in the nine years we’ve been together I’ve learned all his preferences. High fetish heels – it doesn’t matter if I can barely walk in them, I’m not wearing them around town. As long as I can keep my balance from the door to the bed, it’s fine.
Sheer black stockings, silky to the touch – hold-ups with lacy tops by preference.
And a new favourite accessory – this wonderful pair of ribbon knickers, which frame my arse without covering anything. The best sexy outfits are the ones you can fuck in without having to take them off.
Photo of me and D by Matt Christie for Dreams of Spanking.
I’d better wrap up the rest of my social time and spanking shoots in Los Angeles in a single post, so I can get on with telling you all about Boardwalk Badness Weekend. This one is going to be full of photos!
The day after my shoot with the Clare Fonda Network, I finally got to realise a long-term dream: meeting the wonderful Erica Scott. I can confirm that she is just as warm, genuine and hilarious (not to mention hot) in person as she seems in her blog and videos. She took me and Alex to the most amazing cafe for brunch, on a cute street filled with arty little boutiques. There were flowers and little decorative everywhere, the sun was shining and the place was thronging with people and little dogs. “This is the authentic south California experience!” Erica assured me. I can certainly see why she’s never wanted to leave.
If you read Erica’s blog you’ll already have seen these photos of the amazing cakes on offer, but there’s no such thing as too much cake, so I’m going to go ahead and repost them here anyway.
Check out this slice – it’s bigger than my head! It was utterly delicious but even between the three of us, we couldn’t finish it.
That same day, Alex and Paul headed out to take some photos for an “amateur girls” site. At the feminist porn conference I’d been struck by Gala Vanting‘s presentation on the construction of “realness” and “authenticity” in porn, and I knew Alex would appreciate the critique. I filled her in on the highly artificial definition of “amateur” which is maintained by some studios – including the one Alex was about to shoot for.
Alex cackled with glee and immediately disappeared into the bedroom. She came out having deliberately ticked every box on the checklist of what a “real girl” looks like. “Hey,” she asked with biting satire, “Am I real enough?”
This is the article I was sent by Zoe Montana and Molly Malone last week, which pretty much sums up my entire trip:
Casual Love – Carsie Blanton
“I’m thrilled that young people are beginning to feel they have the option of exploring sex, safely and consensually, outside of the boundaries of long-term commitment.
But why not have the option of exploring love, too, with or without a side of commitment? If we can agree that our bodies are not inherently dangerous, can’t we do the same for our hearts?”
In a way this wasn’t news to me, but it was glorious to be given the language with which to think about it; to be given permission to love without fear.
This is a theme that ran through my entire journey. I started out in at the Feminist Porn Awards immersed for the first time amongst queer hardcore porn performers, watching and listening with great interest, in relation to my own professional development both as a director and as a performer. I went to the Feminist Porn Conference with ideas about intimacy, love and authenticity which privileged “real couples” and I left having had those ideas exploded. As Sophie Delancey put it in her talk, “You don’t have to have had a fight in Ikea to have chemistry and intimacy on camera”.
The Feminist Porn Awards and Feminist Porn Conference in Toronto were an incredible, intense experience for me. In the four days I was there I was challenged and inspired as a filmmaker, turned on by screenings of uber-hot new porn, affirmed in my politics and given a sense of community. I shot a lot of […]
Last week we spent a lot of time hanging out with our friends James and Korey Johnson. I first met them at the Texas All State Spanking Party in 2012, where we bonded chatting about selling porn, running websites and content management systems. At Boardwalk Badness Weekend last year I was lucky enough to play […]
My week in Canada for the Feminist Porn Awards and Feminist Porn Conference was intense. I want to write more about it here, and I’m intending to post the text of the two talks I gave, too, but in the meantime you can read a short recap on the Dreams of Spanking blog.
I flew straight from Toronto to LA, and landed amongst palm trees, blue skies and sunny weather. As Chris would say, I felt tumble-dried after my flight – jet lag was still chasing me from the UK and in Toronto it would have been nearly bedtime even if I hadn’t been skimping on sleep the last few nights.
Still, I was on the West Coast, and on our way to get some food Alex and Paul suggested that we drive to the beach for my first proper sight of the Pacific ocean. (I glimpsed it from Vancouver a few years ago, but never made it down to the beach). The sky and sea were very blue, the beach was surprisingly full of people for a Monday afternoon in April, including families and a dude sitting cross-legged to meditate. I really was in California.