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What 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 »

Mama 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.

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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!

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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.

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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 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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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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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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