Love Letter

A necklace I made of my favorite symbol: the Sun, gold, and ever expanding knowledge.

You are the point in the center of a circle. Everything inside the circle is what you know.

The circle itself, the line drawn, is what you know you don’t know.

Everything outside of the circle is what you don’t know you don’t know…

As you grow the circle gets bigger. You know more, there’s more you’re aware of which you don’t understand, and still, the space outside that ever-growing circle of knowing is vast and infinite. And it’s still very much connected to you.

A circle with a point at it’s center. The symbol for gold and the Sun. This is my favorite symbol, I draw it on the wall in pretty much every home I live in and have for a long time. I like thinking about the space outside of my circle, that space which spreads across the plane of the wall to the ceiling and floor, into the next room, around and over the house, through my neighborhood, onward and outward into infinity… All these things I don’t know I don’t know. I take comfort in it, this understanding that I can be connected to everything yet still understand so little of what everything truly is. Looking at life this way, I can approach the world knowing that I’ll make mistakes. I might not know something important about how to interact with another person or situation, but that is to be expected at some level: I am allowed learning.

I am allowed learning. What a beautiful and important permission. One of the major reasons I’m committed to my exploration of sexuality and sensuality is that at one point in my childhood my ability to discover those things on my own terms and in my own time was taken away from me. I feel those wounds still. I know I react to the worlds of sexuality and sensuality with knee jerks at times, and those reactions were put in place long ago to protect me, but I don’t need all of them anymore. I know that there is more out there I want to be open to. There are things inside me I cannot begin to understand yet because I haven’t opened myself up to exploring them. Yet.

This is the most profound reason I love my friends so incredibly dearly. All of my open, caring, queer, curious, brave, struggling, articulate friends have given me pieces of what I didn’t know, and even what I didn’t know I didn’t know. They connect me to them, and in so also connect me more deeply to myself.

This is a love letter to the people in my life who have seen me and applauded my struggles and findings. This is a letter to those people who I see once in a blue moon, yet fall into their arms deeply and joyfully every time. This is a love letter to all of those people in my life who reflect back to me what I have helped them know. This is a love letter to people who laugh when I find out something new about myself, and who say they already knew it (there are many of you out there). This is a love letter to those people who keep asking me to try new things, who invite me to play, who don’t fault me for not being in the mood, who slow down when I get overwhelmed, who read books and watch instructional videos to learn the mechanics of acts we’re interested in, who share fantasies with me, who ask questions and get super nerdy with me about the answers, who research what happens when… This is a love letter to all those people who think that what makes us tick is worth exploring.

Thank you for existing. I need you on this journey, and like you maybe needing me, we’ll find things we didn’t know we didn’t know. We’ll face them connected, autonomously, and together.

Play On My Friends,
~ Creature (Crea)

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New Love: Latex

Mistress Couple and myself making rubber magic!

L is for Latex, R is for Rubber Bands (ouch), B is for Balloons — last weekend’s activities smelled of rubber and felt even better… I have always eyed the latex at fetish cons, but never tried it on. The price tag was too heavy, and it seemed like a pain in the ass to deal with knowing I wasn’t going to buy any — in full disclosure, I am a sniffer though, and I have lingered in rooms just for the smell of it. Over the years I’ve gazed long and hard at alien-like designs in smooth black rubber stretched over bodies making animated oil slicks and curvy, tight, sausages from people’s soft structures. Photographs of the Rubber Ball were an alluring fascination for my imagination years before I found my place in the kink community: what did these people do (other than look sexy fabulous)?

I’ve tried a few different drugs in my time, but I’ve never felt so perfectly high as I did wearing a borrowed latex dress to a kink party. Seriously. I could not keep my hands off myself. After stroking the latex over and over again I couldn’t stop touching my own hands too — they felt different after petting the non-porous completely smooth second skin. I was grateful that my clothing attracted not only my own sensational desire, but the hands and caresses of others all night long. This Creature was very, very happy. I got to experience being shined with latex lube which encouraged more petting and a professional attention and pressure. It resulted in an illumination and glow to the slick rubber holding me in which was stunning. Temperature play and getting wet are entirely new worlds through this material too, and after a good paddling the heat radiating off my ass through a latex skirt was fabulous.

Latex is bondage. I’ve always been partial to steel boned corsets, and though latex alone won’t hold my spine up straight, the sensation of being sucked in everywhere my dress covered my skin was a phenomenal secret bondage for the night. Being held by this stretchy, strong, thin material was a practice in constriction I adored. The Baroness (latex designer and absolutely wonderful diva person) said something to the effect of “everyone thinks wearing latex is about looking good for other people, but really it’s all about how you feel in it. It’s for you”. I must agree one hundred percent. I felt incredible. And yes, it smooths out some lines, but I didn’t even care what rolls or lines were evident, as the sensation of this skin tight material was truly a beautiful one.

I felt powerful in latex, sensual, animal, and sexy… I feel sorry for those allergic to it, and glad my irritation only extends to the mucous membranes. Rubber Latex proves to be an aphrodisiac to this sex-ambivalent kinkster. What a wonderful gift, once again, Mother Nature has provided for our pleasure.

Play On My Friends,
~ Creature (Crea)

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Something New

Do I look different?

I am having a hard time writing this post because I feel vulnerable. I’m excited and I want to tell everyone all the things. It’s not really new, just… finally. A coming out. After coming out about a million things in this lifetime, I think it would get easier, but it doesn’t. I still have to take a deep breath and dare myself to jump… Every time I put words to my behaviors it’s after a long struggle and someone giving me permission. No one is ever surprised, but that moment of saying it outloud can’t be taken back. The first time is always the hardest.

I’ve started working as a professional Dominant. And I love it!

ProDoming is potentially the most empowering thing I have ever done. It helps me know who I am. I have a world of fun within my scenes, and it offers many of my skills to my clients. There’s more to it than the satisfaction of a job well done though, getting paid what I ask for my time and talents, to be who I am, and to use my body, mind, emotions, intuition, my communication skills, imagination, sex geekery, and passion for being in the moment, is everything. I also find it incredibly healing and confidence building to tell a client what I will and will not do and have the answer to my outline be a respectful, “Yes, Sir”.

I love performing, and it is what I have pursued my entire life, but I don’t get paid what I should for being an artist. Doming uses all of my performance skills and commands a respectful pay grade. Do I think I’ll be able to do this long? I don’t know. I’m still learning, even after 6 years immersed in the kink community, with a few years teaching kink classes, and 22 years in sexuality education under my belt. I love to please. I love making offerings whilst reading what my sub needs moment to moment and fitting that into my personal desires and design. So far that’s what Doming feels like to me, and it feels sustainable.

Who will I become? No one but who I am. I intend on continuing in this job to the extent that I can do it my way (I mean, why try doing things any other way at this point?). If I dress femme it will be because I feel like it that day — and I don’t feel femme most (if any) days. I will be me, handling my clients the ways I see fit, and presenting myself in the ways that make me feel confident. Not coerced, not reaching beyond my boundaries, not playing games to attract someone’s eye who isn’t a good match for what I have to offer. I intend on being simple, perverted, happy to connect, sadistic, playful, fluid, imaginative, dandy, me.

I always want to encourage the people around me, my students, my audience, my friends and lovers, to play. I think that’s what makes D/s, BDSM, and kink fun to being with. If you’re interested in working with me drop me a line. As one friend said, “I can’t wait to see how this influences your stage life”. I’m also excited to see where my solo show, NO SHAME, goes from here. There is more of it to develop, and I do think working in the domain of sexuality and sensuality is part of my story. Wish me well.

Play On My Friends,
~ Karin

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