Comfort Levels

Being a sexual explorative couple, part of our recreational time is spent having something to do with sexual activity. Either rope work, writing, communicating stories, surmising sexually about various peoples we see, or attend semi adventurous parties.

As any couple we have certain desires and requirements that must be met if we want to get to know someone beyond the length of a flogger.

G and I are not superficial, we are not perfect, we do not expect perfection in others; our simple criteria is a positive disposition. Having an open non-boastful attitude or being gracious is what will put us at ease. Being comfortable with someone leads to better communication which leads to honesty which then results in everyone having a good time.

For example there is a guy who ties Georgia, while teaching me the ropes, pun intended. He has a gentle disposition, tolerant of questions, and generally non-threatening.  A hell of a nice guy who needs a nice submissive in his life, but thats another story. G and I have a certain degree of trust with him. She trusts him when he ties her, she enjoys it, and they have a very sweet connection.

Its not always like this. A couple of weeks ago, G and I went to meet a person who might have be a candidate for some photos, kind of help him expand his portfolio, and maybe help us with some decent photos. There was a problem though, the gentleman was a bit hung up on his own bravado. He had photography he shared, he used lighting well, but they were merely blonde wanna-be models posed in vicky’s lingerie.

To digress a moment, G and I are very comfortable with talking about sex frankly. Yes she is attractive, she is fun to be around, we both are. But we are together, as a couple we play, as a couple we share everything. This concept never seemed to occur to this guy.

Which after a first meeting wouldn’t have been all that bad except for his not engaging me. He seemed only interested in Georgia, cornering her one-on-one while I was distracted with someone else. Then had the audacity to actually ask me if I wanted to be involved. I looked at G quizzically, making sure I heard correctly¬† and said sarcastically, ‘no I will just stay home and twiddle my thumbs.’

It also demonstrates its not all about physical attractiveness, but the difference is persona, your disposition. Seeing that G and I are a unit together, dealing with us together is the best way to start any relationship that contains the sexual dynamic, either photographer or rigger.

If I am tying up someone besides G and she has a boyfriend then I include him as much as her. For him its more erotic than it is to me, I do my best to put him at ease to allow them both to communicate and enjoy the experience. Yes, photographing or tying someone for whatever purpose you are going to be near the private lady or man parts, but it doesn’t mean in the end you want to have sex with them.

~JM

Truth Dying On The Vine

We were sitting in the bar, its long oak table stretched beside us, its solid surface decorated with various drinks of gold, red, and brown. The altar of various tribes of spirits in front of us as we looked backed at our reflections. We were listening John Pilger on Democracy Now as he was speaking of “a war on truth telling” regarding this article, exposing a small part of the soap opera that is our imperial regime.

Jeez guy who wrote the article must have really pissed someone off, a colleague remarked, putting his glass to his lips.

He told the the truth, he reported what he saw, and who is to say that perhaps, his subject wanted did things he wanted the reporter to see, another of our group of four commented.

A patron from the corner hearing our conversation said; “I cant believe a man of that rank not knowing what he was getting himself into when allowing a reporter to follow him, if he is that naive then he deserves to be fired.”

I agreed with the sentiment by this commentary, and got the feeling the story was written as though the general was working with the reporter to lay the groundwork for either a political career, or a Hollywood film development deal.

Isn’t there an old army saying he was so dumb even the other generals noticed.

Which led to more drinks, then extended ramblings about the larger questions ignored by the laughable mainstream media.

Always at War with something aren’t we ? The war on truth in whatever form, the truth about sex, the truth about our government, the truth about processed food, the list goes on ad nauseam.

We looked back at our beers while on the tv the obedient media wolves continued to descended upon any offensive interloper. Enforcing a strict omerta on anyone who dare speak out, whether it be politics, sex, culture, or education.