Alien Moon

Sometimes I can’t seem to write anything at all.  I choke on my words, having one million thoughts one moment, and nothing to say the next.  Where a moment before I had it all worked out, staring at my screen, spacing out at this empty page, I cannot find it in me to begin…

Junkbox of bits

Junkbox of bits

I think on failed sexy times when screaming in my head are perfectly clear ice cutting words on repeat.  Loudly looping whole sentences.  Paragraphs of explanation and pages of meaning clearly outlined and trapped there in my mind.  An essay concerning what you need to know about me in this very moment.  Yet my mouth remains unmoving.  Synapses won’t fire.  Lips, teeth and tongue conspire against the inner novel you need to hear.  How will you understand what is going on?  How will you know what planet my innards have landed on just now, jettisoned from the trust and ease we started our night out with by this trigger-happy Ringleader with a torch buried in the memory part of my mind and taking over the scene…  I was here and happy, and then all in an instant, he struck a match, and I was gone.

I want you to follow me from our stack of mattresses and suitcases of sex toys, from our cuddling upright in the street and lovemaking adventures through a closet of bad memories to the alien moon on the other side.  Cluttered with screens replaying past images and the cagey feelings my inside landscape lands on.  I have a well known distant land where shame and embarrassment are the norm, where I can’t figure out how to break free, where I hear dogs in the distance and I can’t figure out how to get back.  I want to be better than this moment, but I cannot tell you how or no or mutter “stop”…  Because I love you.  Because I loathe myself in this place.  Because I think it’ll just blow over on it’s own.  Because I didn’t internalize the right way to think about safety or advocate for myself.  Because maybe this time I won’t get hurt if I play along until it’s over…  I’m in a trap.

But that isn’t how the story ever ends.  Past relationships’ beautifully woven tapestries of trust form thin spots and unravel a little.  Over time we can’t agree on how to fix it or just don’t.  A facade of patches creeps across the picture and we lose sight of what it once was, what we set out to build.  We don’t fix things by unraveling as much as we might need to in an effort to lay new stronger threads on the loom, building back a newer and better picture from the old.

But maybe if we could be fastidious enough in our building to weather going back and doing something well and right we’d breathe better at night.  We’d have a stronger tapestry acting as net to catch me when I shoot through the stars toward my dead place planet.

You don’t deserve that alien moon streaming through my pumping veins; I’m sorry my blood is sick sometimes, entertaining the virus waiting until I am weak enough so that he can whisper the command “fire”.

Put a shuttle in my hand, love.  We can go back over this one together.  Lets rip it all apart.

Time to write.

To Breath and Being,
~ Karin

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Practice vs. Performance

Smiling Girl in RopesSomething that has been knocking about in my head for a little bit is the concept of various head spaces and how they effect both relationship and libido…

A bit of personal background:  I have this terrible and persistent tendency to be in relationship with people I work with, or I’ll convince people I’m in relationship with to come work with me on long lasting intensive projects.  It is not that awful (until it is), it can work really well sometimes, and I think is not uncommon in artistic circles (and probably many other careers).  However in the artist’s profession, one does not usually follow a regular 9-5 workday, work is a passion that is hard to put down, and work can take up the greater portion of one’s passionate, thoughtful, and emotionally driven energies and resources.  I have joked in the past that my “primary” will always be my art.  This has proven to be true on a number of occasions…

So, what does this have to do with kink?  Well, in my experience it has everything to do with one’s positive or negative upkeep of their sex life, and it has everything to do with how one negotiates different head spaces with their partners.  I believe that communicating well about what headspace your partner needs to be in for any given period of play has everything to do with negotiating successful kink.

Being good at kink (like being an artist) often requires particular skills to be learned for success in the play room.  Skills are not borne overnight with only a good book on the bedside table for reference.  How does one manage being sexy while tying a knot they have just learned and are having trouble remembering the logistics of?  Confidence enters the player’s arena, deflates or becomes agitated due to the messy scene at hand, and soon you have a situation where no one is having fun anymore.  Expectations have been trampled, the mood has been run over and is breathing it’s last gasping breaths, tension is fighting for a first row seat to the “let’s just go to bed” games, and no one is having the night they thought they were going to have…  This scenario has come across my lap (so to say) many times, both in and out of the bedroom.

I’ve found really clear communication about what’s going on in the moment, and reasonable expectations about what end you’re looking to is key to situational morale.  I’ve learned that saying all the words is better than relaying only the official ones.  When I’m trying to do something and failing, rather than just saying that it isn’t working, I am likely to say that it isn’t working and how that’s effecting me.  If I can advocate for my feelings above and beyond what is obviously lacking in the scenario itself, I am asking my partner to respond to all of the situation at hand.  Maybe they can soothe my aching pride while suggesting something new to try, or perhaps they’ll do something to cheer me up while we salvage the moment/action/game/mood…  If I simply say what isn’t working, my partner(s) have less recourse to help me with what I’m actually and holistically struggling with – my perfectly imperfect and often frustrating humanness.

Applying this to what headspace I’m in, or want to be in, or wish to bring to my partner in a scene, I’ll say something in advance about my expectations and why or how I feel about them.  This goes a long way toward finding success in my endeavors.  Sometimes I just want to practice ties without feeling like I’m ruining a scene or someone’s hot and heavy end goals, sometimes I want vanilla sex that beats it all – please hold the horseplay, sometimes I want to try something new and be totally in scene with my partner and have them explicitly not second guess me (or have me second guess them) out loud.  So I have learned to try and say these things out loud before we begin.

I find I’m a much better toy when I’ve been told that’s what is desired of me and I have the opportunity to prepare myself for that kind kind of play.  I’m excellent at not suggesting better ways to finish that knot when we’re in tie-me-down mode rather than involved in practice sessions.  I can give space or take space in a million different ways when I know what is expected of me, and I want to do that with the people I’m interacting with and loving on.  I really enjoy the relationships that offer such clear communication about expectations as well as human reality in the moment of our making.

Like creating good art, finding joy, satisfaction, and loving moments are skills I hope to keep getting better at with time, practice, and learning from my perfectly imperfect and often frustrating humanness.

To Breath and Being,
~ Karin

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~Thank you.

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Submission and Masochism

Before we begin, I realized today that I completely skipped “M is for…” and headed straight from L to N (this is what I get for keeping up with the blog while I tour).  So, lovely people, this coming Friday we step back in time and explore something M.  I promise.  Now onto my Monday thinkings…

An Ebi tie. I was not so serene the entire time I was tied. This tie was created for torturing prisoners, and over time it does.

An Ebi tie. I was not so serene the entire time I was tied, this tie was created for torturing prisoners, and over time it does become unbearable…

I’ve been thinking about the difference between submission and masochism.  I was having a conversation recently with my partner about this, and it made me question where I fit on the spectrum myself.

Specifically we were discussing a passage from the book “The New and Improved Loving Dominant” by John and Libby Warren where Libby writes about some of her experiences with submission.  She writes about how before finding herself to be a submissive she first identified as a masochist, that:

this was not a very pleasant thought, but it was the only term I could find anywhere that described my taste for pain.  I knew that I did not like being hurt.  In fact, I am a wimp when it comes to what I call real pain, but I and many other submissives can only describe the joy of a whipping or a spanking as increased intensity.  The language is truly impoverished in trying to describe the physical feeling.

I began to wonder what the line was between enjoying pain and enjoying taking/bearing pain.  I have been told (and I have taken great pride in this) that I am what one might call a “super-masochist”, meaning someone who enjoys pain to an extent where most people would pass out, call safe word, or run the other way.  And it’s true, I have a strong body, an intellectual relationship with pain that supersedes much of my reaction to the sensation of it, a lot of great pain processing tools in my bag, and a willingness to test my boundaries constantly.  These realities seemingly add up to something that looks like a masochist, but upon closer inspection I think I turn a corner…

I don’t play with everyone who likes hurting, and if I look at when I enjoy pain I notice I only enjoy it fully in rather particular situations.

I have a very select eye when it comes to who I’ll allow lay fingers/floggers/bullwhips on my body (I’ll add here that this is not a strange or bad thing in general).  However, I find I seek out play partners who are specifically really good at listening and paying attention.  This probably uncovers my intuitive need to deeply trust my partner rather than a desire to submit, and the vast majority of my play has been pick-up play rather than in the context of a kinky relationship so I need to make sure I’m trusting my gut with these people 200% before starting anyhow.  Beyond that though I like to play with people who I can trust who really want to play with me – and this is where I get a little stuck on the masochism thing.  I respond much better emotionally, pain tolerance-wise, and in physical enjoyment when playing with the Sadistic-Dominant type than to people who are just Sadistic, those who are out to just eat my pain up as I lay there processing it.

When I think about what type of bottom I am, I come to the central idea that my driving desire is to bear.  Knowing that someone desires me to undergo physical duress turns me on more than the physical duress itself (though I won’t say there aren’t some types of pain I find to be completely delicious and taking it to be seductive and a total turn on).  Being asked to bear painful activities activates my competitive edge (in competition with myself over how far I can go).  My response to succeeding at bearing my top’s will feels like a romantic unwinding within me that I find rarely in even long term sexual partnerships.  This feeling, to me, reeks of submission…  and it’s funny to me that as much pride as I take in the moniker “masochist”, I feel shame and fear in claiming submission as my own (which in and of itself probably points to just how important that word is to me and my journey of self-realization).

Does any of this really matter?  No.  Probably not.  But I’m curious.  We all have these incredible and different super powers within us – the power to bear, to accurately hit a small and trembling target, to read someone’s energy and desire, to see one’s own blood without fainting, to be turned on to the point of orgasm in the hands of another, to heal from bruises quickly…  I guess I think it’s important to know who we, in our deepest darkest corners, are and to exercise our powers in the ways that make us the happiest, ways that allow us to feel the healthiest in our pursuits, and to get what we ultimately want from our encounters.  Not everyone is going to be a good partner to me, and vice versa, I will not be dream bottom to every top.  By understanding what I want though it makes it easier to articulate to my partners how best we can play together.

I’m curious if any of you out there have had similar thoughts about your desires and inclinations?  Write in if you would.  I’d love to hear the stories of people who think about these things too.

To Breath and Being,
~ Karin

If you like my blog, please check out my Patreon Page and consider supporting me, or just click here: Support the Artist

~Thank you.

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