Anonymous

Photo by Mélissa Kooyomjian Kemp (@CapturedExposure on instagram). I’m performing as “Sirius Black”, ultimately transforming into a dog. Apparently my nipples can fuck up theaters and entire social media platforms. MY NIPPLES ARE VERY DANGEROUS!

A straight identifying submissive of mine came across an online profile where I was marketing my skills to an arena of mostly gay and bisexual men. He texted me about it in a cute and flirtatious manner. He also asked if I thought I had hope of finding clients through that particular forum. Following is our short exchange over the matter. It was an affirming conversation to have, and I’m thankful that the people I choose to work with are generally very kind and interesting ones:

Me: My _X_ profile? Hopefully [I’ll find clients]. I dunno. I don’t pass masculine enough for most gay spaces and I don’t pass femme enough for most het spaces. It’s a quandary. Honestly, I like marketing to gay/queer men more than I like marketing to straight men… It feels much more liberating even though I get way fewer hits. I get shite from both sides — straight men are like, “Ew ur too masc/hairy/insert dumb oppressive misogynistic remark,” and gay men are like, “Ew pussy/fishy/insert dumb oppressive misogynistic remark”… There is no hope for our world but for the people who dare occupy in between. Xx ~Sir

Him: I guess I now have to wonder where I fit in? Married, wearing lace underwear, vibrator in my ass and getting my cock kicked by you. I guess I am one confused Mo Fo

Me: There is nothing confused about that. Pleasure is not confusing. Those who seek out pleasure are the least confused. (Within the boundaries of consent and no actual harm, of course.)

Him:  😀

This was on the heels of a few days arguing with facebook about whether the photo above is obscene or went against community standards. My sub’s short chat with me was a nice lift to my spirits.

This brings us back to my nipples: MY NIPPLES MIGHT CRASH THE WHOLE DAMN SYSTEM!!! After returning from FB probation, I made a tiny censor to the photo (covering the few pixels defining my nips) and re-posted it with a request to anyone who comes across the link to please post their own version of this photo in solidarity. You can see the post here, and I would love for you to join the fun (read: protest) if you’re so inspired. Here’s what I wrote:

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A REQUEST: I would like every person who can get away with it to post in the comments an uncensored photo of themselves, posed in this position with their shirt off. Please? It would make my day, and a point. I love you art family! Feel free to share widely and freely. Xx  

My words to FB: This is sex based discrimination. This photograph is from a performance where Sirius Black transitions into his dog form. The character of Sirius Black’s legacy is one of protest. I am a professional drag king performer who, in full drag, performed this piece. A male performer would not have had to wear pasties, so I do not wear pasties. It is in protest, absolutely. This photograph documents my freedom of speech within the art of performance. There is nothing sexual happening in the piece, nor is the piece itself about sex. The performance is about transition, the body we have, the person we are, and how we change and actualize in our lifetimes. I am also a transgender artist and performer. This piece of performance art not only makes these arguments in general, but these arguments are reinforced by the politics of my own identity performing this art. I am speaking up against the unfair laws put upon my body — against my will — since the time of my birth. The few pixels of nipple revealed in this photograph has eclipsed the image’s meaning entirely: my physical form being an embodied image of freedom and joy. Facebook’s community standards indicate that “protest” is one reason in which “female” nipple is allowed. This photograph of a piece of art is absolutely a protest performance and message to our community. My upper torso should not be censored because of an assumed (and unrevealed) genital correspondence. If an assumed or passing “male” performer was pictured in this photograph it would not have been flagged nor treated as a violation of community standards. Your decision to censor this photograph rests on blatant sexism and sexualization of my body and my image. What this effectively does in our “community” is erase my existence in the social arena, and thus historical log. You should reverse your decision on the grounds of egalitarianism, what’s right, and in an effort to value all people in the marketplace instead of disproportionately allowing male bodies to exist over female, trans, and queer ones.

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Please do share your own photo, I would appreciate it. I would love to see a million men post themselves posed like my character with their shirts off in the comments in solidarity with anyone who might be disallowed such a simple pleasure. People who suffer the most from unfair laws need allys willing to stand up and support causes that don’t directly affect them. Please join my campaign.

As for the title of this blog, Anonymous, I am performing at Oberon again this Sunday. This time I am performing in tribute of the historical phenomenon known as “Anonymous”. Come see the show, it’s called “Herstory: A Burlesque Retelling of History’s Greatest Women“. The show is raising money for Red Light Legal and Alisha Walker in these days of FOSTA/SESTA, and the line-up of performers is astounding. Now, off to make my costume… get your tickets here!

Play On My Friends,
~ Creature

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Our Bodies are Amazing

Whip marks

Our bodies are amazing. It’s simply true. Our skin is this incredible material which holds our innards in despite gravity, tearing, impact, burns, and broken bones inside its casing. Pain is this amazing tool that our bodies offer us in conversation. It proves a malleable experience which we can turn up or turn off the noise of depending on our emotional fortitude, our expectations, and our perception of our safety in that given moment. BDSM plays with these things, allowing us to find newer and newer spectrums of control through sheer force of will, and with the survival intelligence we are gifted from experience. Trust is built through trial and error, and over time our lines in the sand about what we believe we can tolerate moves further and further into the wild. Humans were built for adventure, for physical fortitude, and for intellectual and emotional growth. We get bigger from trying new things and from digestible challenge.

Mummification

I am grateful that I’ve found these communities of people who are as interested in what their bodies are capable of, what their hearts are capable of, what their creative intellects and wills are able to accomplish, as I am. I am proud of what my body has shown me it’s happy (and sometimes unhappy but able) to take. New experience after new experience has taught me more about myself than comfort ever could over the years. I am repeatedly astonished when my desires shift from fear and rejection of an idea, to intrigue, to want, and oftentimes to ease.

There was a moment in time (just a moment) when I considered being punched and “rough body play” to be an awful idea, I thought “who does that?!?!”… The very next day I was punched in a scene and as I felt the deep reverberations echo through my torso, sending pleasure to parts of my body I hadn’t felt come alive for a very long time, I knew this was one of my favorite things. I was angry that being born female had taken these feelings away from me for so long. Getting beat in scene was a reclaiming of my own skin and bones, an emotionally powerful and moving new understanding that I was capable of so much more than I had known.

Needles

Another awe was found hanging 20 feet above a crowd of hundreds with only 2 hooks pierced through my shoulder skin holding me up. I felt my skeleton and organs trying to escape the meatsack I am alongside gravity. Epidermis, I kiss your virtues. Pain is a mindgame where fact and fear wrestle it out over intense sensation, and the journey is a classroom of information recalibrating one’s reactions for many future moments to come.

If you want it to.

The offer is open to everyone.

Dare to walk on fire with someone who knows how, and you’ll learn.

Recently I found myself with fistfulls of needles, pricking, suturing, and tying flesh in formations I hadn’t ever done before. It was beautiful. A love of blood satisfied for the evening, and my sadistic pleasure centers served well. Balls tied to the ceiling and pulled on with weights, labia and nipples sutured and strung up as well, two human animals who love one another and who offered me their flesh I tied together, then needled ribcage to ribcage, and corseted together with string on the bed which was our playground… The chemicals of connection, a practice of breathing, the fuel of trust and desire, and an electrifying sensation from every spark of energy in the room passed back and forth between us all as minutes turned to hours. From this I was high and happy and grateful.

Never cease to be amazed.

Play On My Friends,
~ Creature

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