SCUM Manifesto ~ Book Review

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Years ago my partner had given the SCUM Manifesto by Valerie Solanas to me as an important text of the feminist canon. I revisit it now with a Femme Domme reading, as I have believed for several years that Females are superior to men. It is so clearly and boldly outlined in this text. While there is much to discuss in this short controversial book, there are two main points I find pertinent to our discussion. First, that men are inferior to women and second that men know that they are inferior to women, but have managed to trick women into thinking themselves inferior.




Consider the following:

"The male is a biological accident: the Y (male) gene is an incomplete X (female) gene, that is, it has an incomplete set of chromosomes. In other words, the male is an incomplete female, a walking abortion, aborted at the gene stage. To be male is to be deficient, emotionally limited; maleness is a deficiency disease and males are emotional cripples."

"The female's individuality, which he is acutely aware of, but which he doesn't comprehend and isn't capable of relating to or grasping emotionally, frightens and upsets him and fills him with envy. So he denies it in her and proceeds to define everyone in terms of his or her function or use, assigning to himself, of course, the most important functions -- doctor, president, scientist -- therefore providing himself with an identity, if not individuality, and tries to convince himself and women (he's succeeded best at convincing women) that the female function is to bear and raise children and to relax, comfort and boost the ego if the male; that her function is such as to make her interchangeable with every other female."


I am a feminist intellectual who believes in Female Superiority. Bring Me books and rub My feet, Incomplete Gene!

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Cat and Mouse

I've been playing cat and mouse with someone for a long time. I've been getting tired of it as of late, and decided to force his hand and end all these reindeer games.






He thought he was victorious, but as usual I had one last trick up my latex sleeve.

I get a phone call: "You fucking bitch!!!"

I replied, "Yes, I am."

Click.

I always win.

Indecent Proposal

$pread had a column called "Indecent Proposals" asking for the strangest thing someone ever asked you to do on the job. I never got a chance to send mine in, so here ya go!

I interview a gentleman and he wants to do some pretty light BDSM, like tickling and spanking. We enter the studio and I take over pretty quickly, slapping his ass with a leather crop, making him hump the spanking horse, etc. Then he starts talking dirty, "I want you to piss in my mouth. Would you piss in my mouth? I really want that." Oh yeah sure, I think, I'm just going to give that away. He goes on, "Actually I really want you to shit on me. Can you do that?" The clincher came when he said, "I really want you to freeze your shit and fuck me with it up the ass."

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At the end of the session, he offered me a discount at his medical spa. To this day, I have to say all the strangest requests I get are from doctors. I take great delight in telling my friends whose parents' are doctors how kinky they must be. :)

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Bitty Boppy Betty

I went to the Hollywood Bowl for the first time last night and saw Pink Martini, one of my favorite bands.

They said this was their most controversial song of their last album and I thought you would enjoy the story of Bobby the D.A. who turns in to Betty on the weekends!

I wanna do real bad things to you

From the Mistress's studio, I bring you a triptych of Shiny CBT Devices:

Two Hot Girls on a Hot Summer Night

I met up with my good friend D. for some wine and food at a happy hour. Just a casual seaside bar, nothing special. We were being our jolly cackling selves, oblivious to anything other than each other's fine lady company. A man comes up to us and says, "I just had to come up and say hello to you ladies. You're drinking wine in a bar in the middle of the afternoon. You really know what you want." It's true, we do, we do know what you want.

D. claims to be "vanilla" but I wonder because she quite adeptly verbally humiliates men. She was having a ball twisting his words and telling him how "it really works."

So then, he challenges me to slap him. Never ever challenge a Mistress! Because besides slapping him, I performed some blatant nipple torture and some slightly more discreet CBT under the bar. He barely flinched. This marks a good man in my book, so I shooed him out the door to discuss things with my lady friend to see if she wanted to take this guy home and give us all a good story to tell. D. being the deviant she is, gladly agreed--she is much amused by my antics and had always wanted to watch me work.

So we make him pay our tab of course and we start heading to our apartment.

When you pick up a Lady at a bar and she invites you over to her place, but first must stop at her car to get her suitcase--you should know you are in trouble. He carried my gear bag a few blocks and up a few flights of stairs--did he have any idea what lay in store for him?

Trouble ensues and I bust out the cuffs, nipple clamps and pinwheel. Nothing better than torturing a man in the company of a fine Lady.

I don't kiss and tell, but I will say this, I left my heels on, because, I am a Lady.

I escorted this gentleman to the door and he said, "I sure hope I run into you Ladies again!"

Indeed. Usually those wild stories you hear in the letters published by Penthouse and the like are made-up, but then again, sometimes they are true, well if they are coming from The Real Thing.

Southern Decadence in NOLA

I showed up at LAX wearing my tall black leather boots as requested by a client--to make sure my feet get all leathery and sweaty. I decided it would be a good idea to get them shined and low and behold there was a station right by my gate! I step up to get those beauties properly shined. This guy was a shoe shiner/fortune teller. He took one look at me and said, "You are very well-read, aren't you?" Why yes, I am. A few minutes later, he said, "You do something very interesting for a living don't you?" He had me pegged and did an excellent job, I tend to overtip.

Right out of the gate, I had my first session at my upscale hotel on the riverfront. He was so into these boots he fell to his knees the moment he entered the room. The gentleman was very grateful to catch me this time in town as he had missed me the last time I was in town and he was actually moving that weekend to Europe. I gave him my sweaty black knee high socks as a going away present.

That night, Mistress Erin and I went out to a classy New Orleans restaurant to enjoy some crawfish etoufee and Stellina de Norte wine. The rest of the night we roamed the French Quarter stopping in her favorite bars and hanging out with all the lovely people. I ran into Ryan St. Germain whom I just adore--want to put him in my pocket and keep him. He writes a sexy blog and takes pictures of sexy Ladies. One day I'll get stuck in his f-stop.

Saturday morning I saw D., my biggest fan in New Orleans. We had a lovely time as usual--my stockings, leather straps and heels were involved, but I don't think this is what Herman Miller had in mind when he designed his infamous chair. He also brought me a yummy vanilla Fleur-de-lis candle--ooh wax play!

Later Miss Erin and I went to the clothing optional Country Club full of festive gay men. In the pool, a man came up to me and said, "I just have to say you have magnificent ta-tas! I'm a gay man, but I can still appreciate them." You know you're doing something right when in a nude pool of seething gaymance, men are checking you out and complimenting you!

At night I wandered around the Quarter with my dear friend Don (amazing photographer + fetish clothing designer), dropping into various bars. Not as much leather as I expected, though it was still very humid and hot at night. I love those leather harnasses, perfect for pulling a slave around, but I don't think these guys would have went for it. Don and I decided to go into a strip club, but were denied entrance because he wasn't wearing sleeves. We go to another strip club and were again denied by Don's offensive arms. I love tease and denial, but not when it's done to ME! Damnit, and they were actually going to charge me. Since when do Beautiful Ladies get charged at the door for a strip club?

We slept off most of our debauchery on Sunday after waking briefly for some delicious breakfast in bed from room service. Miss Erin and I had dinner at a local pub, Yo Mamma's. This was my kinda place, it was decorated with a St. Andrew's Cross and chained handcuffs hung from the ceiling, floggers lined the walls. I was very distracted from eating my dinner.

My last day, I enjoyed the rain, then some coffee and beignets at the infamous Cafe du Monde.

I had such a lovely time, I am returning at the end of November because I know Miss Erin and I will make it the best Spanksgiving ever! I give excellent spankings and make the best pie. :)

$pread's dead, baby

I was always impressed with $pread magazine, not only for what it sought to do by sharing information about sex workers to other sex workers, but also that it was a volunteer run non-profit. I even got a feature in it, as photographed by Jenny Demilo of Dulce de Ojo.





From the site:

$pread is a quarterly magazine by and for sex workers and those who support their rights. We are current and former strippers, escorts, pro-dommes, phone sex and fetish workers, and porn stars of all genders. The magazine has a focus on personal experiences and political insights, and contains practical information like news, features, health columns, and resources related to the sex industry. $pread builds community in the sex trade by featuring the honest and diverse perspectives of those who know it best: the women and men, including transgender persons, who work within this sensationalized, highly stereotyped industry.

Unfortunately, it has become impossible for this great magazine to continue. Only one more issue is going to come out. I strongly recommend buying up old issues as I did, as I found them insightful and a pleasure to read. I really admire $pread's message and accomplishments in the all too short time of its publishing run. Especially the one I'm in here.

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