Diary_scraps_sxc_740285What a week!

Less than a month to go for Lee Harrington’s D/s Psychology Intensive and there are just  few weekend seats left. YAY!

The 5th D/s Dinner Salon has been boked for the weekend of the 12th. Less than a week a way. Historically the seats are gone within 24 – 48 hours. This installment will be an Afternoon Tea – cucumber sandwiches with the crusts cut off and all! I’m so grateful to the hosts for opening their home. They are two of the loveliest people I’ve met in Vancouver’s M/s community.

On a much different note, the cuts to the non-profit sector in BC are more like gouges. And as a cultural worker and artist I’m appalled. It’s short-sighted and I’m waiting for the public pressure to begin dividing and conquering us all. Continue reading »

 
First in a planned series of writings inspired by TED : more info :

Do you think about the lives of our kink/fetish heroes? The more you see, and have access to in terms of images, and video and conferences and blogs and LiveJournal, and Twitter and Facebook and FetLife for those with a *name*…. does it ignite in you the desire for even more? In the worlds of mainstream entertainment, sports and politics the media seems to be feeding a gluttonous appetite. How does this play out in the world of leather/kink/fetish? What do we actually “know” about the Perverati (celebrity perverts)? What does a peek inside their lives actually look like?

Alison Jackson is a photographic artist that uses celebrity look alikes to fabricate glimpses into the fictionalized lives of public personages. Alison Jackson Look(ed) at Celebrity in July 2005 at TEDOxford in England. In her words, the images “titillate” our imaginations. They provide fuel for scandalous contemplation of what lies behind the constructed images of people we *think* we know because of the amount of information we *think* we have about them through the media. She got me thinking about explicitness of photographic images common to our landscape.

There are so many mainstream popular persons that find themselves in what are called compromising positions. Careers can be lost over their activities. To many of us those activities are things that comprise the substance of the lives of the people whose books and videos we purchase. We read the content of their social media lifestream. We listen to their words at conferences, and strive to learn from or emulate their fashion and play styles.

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Diary_scraps_sxc_740285Mama has been busy on the social media networks this week!

The state of the Arts continues to be on my mind and apparently thoughts around D/s and that sweet butch of mine. Increasingly I am finding interesting people and posts on Twitter. The problem is that there is SO much. OH to find more leather, fetish, kink folk. Why do smart people tweet their dinner details anyways? YEESH.

I auditioned for a TV Series (don’t ask I find it annoying), had the police visit my office with a subpoena, hooked up some moving love for my ex and went to see District 9 (if you haven’t seen it, please do. I’m dying to talk more about it).

One of the most exciting things for me was attending the organizing meeting for TEDxVancouver. But can I just say: NOT MY PEOPLE. But I’ve had time to think about it and I think it’s because I’m so accustomed to working on collaborative efforts within the Dyke scene and to community consultation through my job and in the Arts scene. While I work out what kind of energy I want to expend in that direction, I’ve decided to do a series of pieces combining the smarts of TED with passions I’m exploring. Look for the first one on Wednesday.

 

What a week.

After waiting and waiting the arts and culture community of BC has finally received the news everyone dreaded to hear. The cuts are coming, and the cuts are BIG. Here we are less than six months to the Olympics and the cultural fabric of the province is being shredded. Over the the next several weeks we’ll be hearing what organizations and events might survive. Which puts into question VANOC’s Cultural Olympiad. What will it look like if the organizations making up its programming go out of business?

Out On Screen, which was a WHOLE lot of fun as the finale to a month of queerness. I saw some good and some ugly. A lasting legacy of that event for me is the number of people asking me about the spit trail. Really people, I was talking about Star Trek Deep Space Nine! I didn’t realize any of it would end up being part of the trailer!

 

    The Lee Harrington workshop is going well. Registrations are coming in and I think it is going to be a REALLY outstanding group of people who show up. There are still seats available. I’m hoping the all get snapped up by as many people from my home town as possible. It will make for a nicely

    As one can see from the updates below, what’s is on my mind most these days is the state of the arts here in BC. The government is holding back on gaming funds and non-profits from every sector are waiting to see how bad the damage is going to be. It’s not pretty. I’ve been enjoying being an artistic queer this past month and I see all of that as being in jeopardy.

     

    As I get older I see beauty in unexpected places. And the beauty I was already aware of takes on a different significance.

    The meaning of time has shifted. And with it my perspective. This comes as a shock to me. What I know. What I think I know. Where I’ve come from and where I’ve been.

    Now I realize that ALL of that sounds like SO much tripe and obvious wanking. Of course it does. But there is a resonance now that wasn’t present previously. Just as I am beginning to grasp the flow of time I realize that I haven’t much left. Call it 40 years.

    The link to the Feral Houses shows what nature can do to the dreams we build over time. Reflections on passion muse on the lingering effects over time. My life (and maybe yours) online is time worth reconsidering. Time in the theatre reminds me that art has the ability to supersede linear time. And finally, the passage of time reveals things lost and now yearned for without knowledge of how time allowed us to loose track.

    The Byrds were right:

    To everything – turn, turn, turn
    There is a season – turn, turn, turn
    And a time for every purpose under heaven

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    SO EXCITED!

    The news for this week is that I’ve engaged Lee Harrington to come to Vancouver for a 3-day D/s Intensive. Happening October 2, 3, 4, it is going to be QUITE the fabulous thing. I’m prepared to loose my shirt on it because it would cost me about as much to fly to another city, stay in a hotel, and eat constipating food. So I figured, “why not bring the conference to me and share the person who is coming with whomever wants to join me? Details to come my lovelies. Watch this site, or my Twitterfeed, or catch me on Facebook.

    This, of course, has been thrown off it’s launch and marketing by PRIDE in Vancouver. It’s like all of August is one big scheduling puzzle wherein I try to figure out how to be as Gay as possible while wringing the very last drops out of the summer weather before it starts to cool down. For me, below 23 degrees starts to feel cool. See my problem?

    Speaking (writing?) of heat, the other thing dominating the past week has been the heat. I love it. Don’t get me wrong. But LAWD. It’s the humidity, ultimately, that makes me stoopid and irritable beyond anything. What always fascinates me is how one can see the foibles in others at a time like that but not in ones self. I always end up kicking myself for not being a better person.

    I also decided this past week that I really need to do more to engage the artist in me. It’s SCREAMING like a sadist without a victim to get out and have some fun. It’s the auditioning I’ve been doing. Some really good roles that made me happy to perform in the room. Did work come of it? No. But it’s a long journey back from being so sick the past couple of years. so expect more arts and culture coverage. Or not. I’m fickle.

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    So much I could say about the week that has gone by… Really. And then I look at my tweets for a week. What caught my eye, what I had time to toss out to the world. And I think to myself… My mind is actually a lot like my desk. Which is to say over flowing onto the floor with all kinds of disparate bits and pieces.

    D/s (a favorite topic of mine), technology, queerness, human rights, event promotion, advocacy, and whimsy. Thanks twitter. Now the rest of the world gets a taste of the buffet in my brain.

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    • Spending time with my father makes it clear why I’m a CONSENSUAL dominant and watching him interact w/ females reminds me why I’m queer. #
    • Commercial entertainment, & porn go online to increase sustainability. Not the Tribe & community. Why? Does Fetlife help- Really? #
    • Black people, on average, are more likely to die of cancer than white people. Is part of that difference genetic? http://bit.ly/tWf3a #
    • Sunday – Dim sum with leather dykes and a nyotaimori protocol dinner with other assorted pervs. Who says I’m not fellowshipping? #

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    Last week there was a strong Olympic presence. This week it’s all about being Black. Well… mostly.

    On the queer front, I went to a screening of the pre-production, final cut of Aerlyn Weissman’s film for Out on Screen the Portside. Good film. You should see it. Can I say how fun it was to see that bathroom makeout scene with Crema and Illena? How hot are they?

    And let me tell you… Vancouver really does need a queer community centre. I’ve been going to meetings on the subject for a while. Yes, it’s true. Action needs to occur. A good question was asked; What are you prepared to do. Considering how long I’ve had the deam of a facility… a lot.

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    The Olympics occurring in Vancouver next year have been on my mind a lot. Maybe because the frenetic pace of gearing up has been increasing at my work place.I link and link and link to stories.

    Simultaneously, I see stories about movement forward in the sex-positive world. I link and link and link…

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    Normally I write about my Culture of choice – Leather, kink, fetish.

    But I’m also a member of the arts and culture community/industry. This week I attended the Vancouver Arts Summit as part of my employment. I sat there and all the content seemed to get replaced by Leather/Kink/Fetish. Issues of inclusion, sustainability, data collection, advocacy…

    Sometimes I wonder if the past few years has shifted my priorities to the extent that my world view is skewed and visible only through sex-positive glasses.

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    There is something about being a black woman and being set on fire by white people. It feels really visceral. But I survived the lighting and subsequent jump into the pool at Desire. All in all it was a damned good weekend. I love the place. It’s my permanent vacation haunt.

    The economy… sometimes I think I know what is going on and sometimes I have no FUCKING idea. We, the kinky have a lot of fucking privilege. We do things with our money that are extravagant in service to our libidos and other primal drives.  But BlackBeat went down.  I have some resources thanks to my accountant, but I wonder about the folly of spending and I wonder, if I commit it, if I will get it back should it, too fail…

    Can I safe word pls?

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    The week started out rubbing me wrong but by the end it was hot, hot, hot. Love Palm Springs…

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    So much to do! It’s good to be busy. It feeds me. And playing goes a long way towards lubricating the whole thing. I hope the weather stays nice and warm so that more days in the sprinkler can be had.

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    Things to look forward to that are on my mind: The next D/s Dinner/salon, FUSE at the Art Gallery and DESIRE in June.

    YAY!

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    Another week. Same as others and yet one that comes with both bitter and sweet. Lots of time spent with friends and Tribe.

    You know…. Now that Mayhem is over I can’t seem to shake the urge to do, do, do… Really nice to go to an event that I had no hand in planning and really nice to be looking forward to a conference I had no hand in creating too.

    Speaking of which, I’m incredibly awed and grateful to all the people who pitched in and helped to make the whole event happen. The volunteers, the supporters, sponsors, donors, vendors, presenters and participants. Team sport indeed!

    What a wild ride getting to this point! And the action doesn’t seem to be stopping!

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    So. The Mayhem is over and I am back to my real life. Somewhere in there, Twitter got it’s act together so I’m starting to reach out that way too.

    *sigh* how I missed the simplicity of 140 characters…

    Next up: Diva’s Den (a fundraiser for the Dyke March) and the annual International Day Against Homophobia Breakfast!

    Did I mention that I love being a queer?

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    Today I hate people. Actually this week I’ve hated people. I’m physically exhausted, emotionally wrung out and intellectually stretched.
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    OK…

    So I’ve been using Twitter since before it hit Hundredth Monkey-like popularity. My Facebook page had always used it to update my status and JUST before it hit, I started shipping my tweets to my LiveJournal page and here. I found some good apps to make all that work more easily. I hooked up my phone and things seemed fine.

    Then Twitter got a stutter and started reposting my tweets over and over and over and over…

    My apologies go to those who had to endure that stoopidity. My wrath goes to Twitter for not helping. *sigh* The repeats have been removed for sanity’s sake.

    But the big excitement for the week (really) was going to IMsL! Good times. And good memories.

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