Permission

Happy Solstice week! May you find, in these summer months, new games to play. This was a game I offered to a room full of people once…

Women and the queer people in my life are those who have consistently given me the most permission to be curious about what turns me on, and to find what works for me without shame. Stories, suggestions, questions… Above almost everything else, I value these things.

Literally getting permission from my friends and partners has taught me to squirt (female ejaculate), to identify as queer/bi, to identify as trans, to have multiple orgasms, to have stellar threesomes, to try innumerable BDSM and kink related activities… I look forward to what permission I am given next. In the meantime, the stories and words of others have helped me give permission to myself.

She said, “I thought, what if I want to get sexual in that circumstance? No one would have to know. I could try and see for myself how it feels.”

She said, “He dances so well, and is an amazing flirt…”

They said, “I’m seeing X this afternoon for a quickie and then I’m driving to the next state to spend the night with Y, but I think this guy is going to come over for a few minutes in about an hour first.”

She said, “I want you to suck my husband’s cock.”

He said, “I gave head to over 30 strange men sitting under that tree over there one evening.”

He said, “I think Creature deserves some attention now, they’ve been really good to us tonight.”

They said, “I think you can take a little more, you’re doing so well for me. I’m going to hit you one more time, this time much harder.”

She said, “I’ve been working with the energies of Babalon lately. I’m finding it incredibly empowering.”

He said, “You see? You just need more time and to be very relaxed.”

They said, “I think you can orgasm at least one more time. Try it for me.”

The people in my life who listen to the rousing of their own bodies, who notice and consider the stirrings of their own minds, who look outward to others for consenting faces in the crowd and manage negotiation without pressure, the people in my life who know there’s something beyond the script we’re given in TV episodes, or what we learn from friends in the schoolyard, those people have given me access to parts of myself I didn’t even know I was missing. Those people have inspired my longings and the subsequent actions I take. They have lifted me, as I carve new room for possibility within myself.

Play On My Friends,
~ Creature

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Moving Through the Rubble Inside

I was reminded today of a poem I wrote a few years ago. I wanted to share it. I’m not currently breaking up with anyone or drastically changing my life these days, but I’ve been musing on the ups and downs of emotions and mental stability which we wade through as the years go by… What are these fires we are forged in? What are the meanings that we make? How to dip into a lake of resilience and make home in a decision to keep living, to continue, or to move on…?

Six Seeds
By Creature/Karin Webb

Your ghost is in smells that I unwittingly bump into
I turn over in bed and your pillow attacks
Right now I don’t want to be reminded
But where are you when I do
Your ghost is unreliable, a trait I should have become familiar
Your ghost could be banished with a burning torch of sage
And I don’t want to
I’m not ready
I don’t want to live with you, Ghost
But I can’t seem to clean myself up and move on today
I am not unlike Ghost
Here but hidden
Persephone roaming the halls of her home
It wasn’t underworld love that we chose
It was flowers and fruit
Flirtation with pain and desire
It was laughter through tears, discovering sex, holding hands, jumping into adventure, fixing things that got broken along the way
I let you calm me into coming
Your cave seemed a castle, but you don’t escape it yourself
And I wander
I was slowly forgetting the fields, and the others above
One by one red pieces of that beautiful tree come up in my mouth
Omen there will be daylight
I will dance with the family I call home
Grass will grow
Snow will melt
And I don’t know who I’ll be on that day
I not sure who I have been

Today I sit with you, wantedunwanted loved ghost
Breathe you in
Feel pain the shape of separation
The shape of self pity and old fears
Cry the shape of loss
Until I’m tired/sick/happy/old/rested enough to seek out what I must
My own
Solid
Flesh

 

Play On My Friends,
~ Creature

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Exploring Double Think as it Pertains to the Sexual Body

Do I look Different? A photo commemorating the first time I was paid to professionally Dominate!

Does a muscular man moving heavy boxes from one apartment to another deserve to be paid for his labor?

What if he’s good looking?

What if he’s friendly, and chats or flirts with you while he does his job?

What if you’re turned on watching him use his body for your benefit?

What if you specifically hired him for the job because of your attraction to him?

Why would a woman moving her body to the rhythm of music, who’s often employing years of dance training, social grooming, and a deep understanding of how to navigate social norms with an eye to her own safety, who’s certainly maintaining a physical lifestyle on and off the stage (which is what allows her to do this work in shoes which are far less than ideal), not be afforded the same obvious answer?

“I want a sugar baby relationship, but I don’t consider myself a sugar daddy, and I don’t want to date a stripper or anything like that.” This is an actual sentence someone said to me this week. It’s not the first time I’ve heard this sentiment (by far), and it comes off comically quaint, disturbing, harmful, and dripping with ignorance every time I hear it.

We pay for things we appreciate in this society. We pay with money, and frequently emotional, psychological, and intellectual labor too. Money is a part of how we literally put value on that which we admire, support, and wish to spend time with or acquire. This is a consumerist and predominantly capitalist nation, after all. There are plethora reasons individuals engage in various forms of sex work, both as workers and as clients. I would say that most of these reasons are personal, and at one point or another almost everyone has done it. Who hasn’t watched porn, read erotica, been to a strip club, paid to learn about various sexual or sensual techniques (reading books, instructional videos, and taking classes counts), or any other number of arousing activities with price tags attached?

Our culture’s limited and deeply judgmental conversation about what adults are allowed to negotiate consensually with one another in private or in spaces designed for adult sexual and sensual activity is steeped in layers of misogyny and almost always hypocritical when broken down into parts for examination.

One glaring example of this I’ll point to, is that when we talk about sex workers we’re generally not talking (or often even thinking) about male sex workers. Unless you’re a gay man (and sometimes even if you are), let’s be honest about that for a minute. Male strippers, escorts, sensual massage practitioners, full service sex workers, professional Doms, sugar babies, and pool boys — cis, trans, bi, gay, or straight — are not the people we’re characterizing as hussies, wh*res, pr*stitutes, or sluts. We don’t usually entertain thoughts of the men who service clients for money when we invoke the idea of a “sex worker”. When we do think of them it’s often with a certain emotional curiosity, eroticized amusement, as the punchline of a whimsical joke, or (often in the case of the gay community) with a certain respect of position and normalized-to-nonchalant acceptance.

Mainstream culture is literally invested in mandating that women, trans people, and people of color not have the benefit of pay when it comes to capitalization off of the objectification and sexualization of their own bodies. The only caveat to this is when someone else (usually male, and frequently white, cis, and heterosexual) is selling the product and profiting as well, as is the case with most porn production, strip clubs, brothels, and pretty much all of the advertising industry.

Historically, women, queers, and people of color have occupied the teaching, dominant, and practitioner roles when it comes to community highlighted and/or ritualized sexual exploration. Consider the histories of sacred intimates, to some extent concubines and courtesans, and the titillating romanticism surrounding Dominatrices. How can these historical practices and the archetypes which accompany them — so seemingly natural to the human condition — be traditionally maintained and yet so thoroughly and consistently demonized, subjugated, abused, killed, and terrorized? I mean, duh, “Patriarchy” — but let’s unravel that a little bit and delve into our own brains searching for clues. I offer a few musings relating to the unexamined politics and hang-ups I’ve observed many people have concerning sex work and sexual autonomy. Enjoy. And think about it:

If you believe in a woman’s autonomy but have a problem with her choosing what she can do with her body, with whom, or how much monetary value she can attach to her time and actions: you probably shouldn’t be having sex.

If you support blue-collar workers and unions, but you have a problem with sex work or are not for decriminalization of sex work: you might be a hypocrite.

If you believe in trickle down economics and entrepreneurialism, but you’re against sex work: you’re definitely a hypocrite.

If you watch porn and still think of sex work as a joke: you have a deep misunderstanding of your own desires and behaviors.

If you enjoy going to strip clubs, but wouldn’t want to be in a relationship with a stripper: take a long, hard, think about what that means and why you feel that way. Do you think that people who engage in sex work don’t have sustainable private lives? That they are always promiscuous? Can’t love their partners deeply? Are cheaters? What do your answers to these questions say about you — the person who enjoys patronizing places where strippers enact their profession?

If you don’t understand that strippers, cam performers, pro Doms, full-service sex workers, sugar babies, and all the other people with jobs which require performance of sexuality of some type or another, are people with families, complicated lives, basic needs, bills to pay, and that they experience the full range of human desires and responsibilities you do: you’re dripping with misogynistic reasoning, and are probably transphobic and racist to boot. Think about how these ideas are connected and how you might want to adjust your understandings in honor of these complications.

If the idea of women doing sex work makes you uncomfortable, squicked, angry, or anything other than hopeful they have a safe life and are in a good situation, yet the idea of men doing sex work seems funny, sexy, unimaginable, or fantastical: you’re out of touch with reality and perpetuating misogyny. If you’re a woman or queer person who thinks this way, you’ll want to work on self loathing issues.

If you don’t believe sex work is work: reconsider your position. Educate yourself on how sex workers actually function in their daily lives to maintain their bottom line.

If you don’t believe that objectification should be a consensual activity and a choice to engage in or not by the individual being objectified: Go apologize to every woman, queer, POC, and other minority person you know. Seriously, think about it.

If you don’t understand the difference between legalization and decriminalization: do some research on decriminalization to understand how it works and why it’s a better, more all encompassing option for safety, meaningful infrastructure, and empowered workers and clients. Decriminalization is what sex workers want, and even what Amnesty International calls for. If you support sex workers you should care about how sex workers believe their own industries should be run.

What other thoughts, complexities, or questions come up for you while examining these subjects?

Play On My Friends,
~ Creature

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