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Friday, November 16, 2007

love in the time of aderol

i.ve been polyamorous since i was five. in my head. most everyone in school had a crush on somebody: i could never choose one or two people to like. i liked just about everybody. well ... not the boys so much. i.m like a grade school girl in that regard. i don.t know if boys had cooties; but most of them seemed to know something i didn.t. or they knew just as little but weren.t as bothered by it.

either way i.ve spent most of my social life around female bodied people and that.s never struck me as a problem. i crush on mulititudes and masses every day. which is hot and awesome. i fall in love easily and always have; but recently i asked myself a question i.d never raised before:

is it possible to love someone while i.m not thinking of them?

this is perhaps a rephrasing of another fairly common question: can you love more than one person at a time? that i have tried and it.s a lot of fun but sort of leaves me with my hands full. threesome jokes aside: with the many people i love … i only have a finite amount of thought and focus at any given moment. is that wrong of me? am i disingenuous to profess love when i can.t always offer attention?

i don.t want to be unfair to my lovers or myself. truth is: there are a lot of people i care about. but does that mean i should stop adding to the list? or do i need to hide the list to avoid hurting feelings? hopefully neither: lists are useful. and it.s so wonderful to sit down and remember who i love. and who loves me. and how … as i think of them … what i felt then comes to life and renews me again.

Monday, November 12, 2007

sexual harassment in Oakland

I was looking for a place to post this incident I had happen to me this morning while on my way to work.

This is the letter I wrote to a BART officer whose card I had:



I was given your card one day when my boyfriend was speeding in the Bayfair BART parking lot. He was hurrying to pick me up because I had called him to let him know that I was being harassed by a guy close by. That was probably about a year ago.

You gave me your card and let me know that I could contact you if I had any further problems. I had an incident occur this morning that I wanted to let you know about.

I live in the Fruitvale neighborhood of Oakland . I have lived in this neighborhood for almost two years, and have been repeatedly verbally harassed by men as I walk down the street regardless of what time of day it is and what I am wearing.

For the past 6 or 9 months at least, if not longer, I have noticed that I no longer get harassed when I walk down the street, and have chalked it up to the current absence of “street walkers” in my neighborhood.

While I have no blame for them whatsoever and feel that sex work should in general be decriminalized, I am grateful that, due to their absence, men that I encounter no longer find it advisable to proposition me on a regular basis because they assume that I am “up for grabs” because I am female and alone and walking.

I am immensely grateful that my neighborhood has become a safer place for me to exist in, and give happy credit to the added police efforts I have seen in this neighborhood that have no doubt contributed to this.

I am unsure whether or not my reporting of this incident to you will in fact accomplish much, but it certainly makes me feel better, if nothing else.

At 8:12 this morning I walking on International Blvd. and around 36th, heading toward the BART station on 34th. A man in a worn looking blue truck that had a covered bed pulled up into the parking lot of a taqueria I was passing next to. He yelled “Hey!” at me out the window and something else that indicated that he was trying to get my attention. I kept walking, and thinking he would leave me alone when he saw that I was ignoring him, turned my head so that he couldn’t see my face, as he backed out of the parking lot and followed me in his car down the street as I walked on the sidewalk. I was at that point coming to a small gas station and was right at the driveway to enter into it when his truck pulled up directly in front of me, blocking my way, and he said to me in perfect English, “I needed to eat some pussy like that as of yesterday.” He was a middle aged, Hispanic man with black hair and a slight mustache.

Instead of reacting, I stretched out my left arm and pointed my hand away from my body and down the road to try to communicate to him that I wanted him away from me. I didn’t feel I had anything to say to him, at that point. He repeated the statement, then added, “I’ll pay you whatever you want.”, to which I extended my arm and hand again, indicating that he should leave me alone.

He pulled around the gas pumps and stopped again and I’m glad he did, because it gave me just enough time to write down his license plate. It is: 54IU003. After he saw me writing it down, he drove away.

For the record, I was wearing a black knee length skirt, a black sleeveless shirt, knee high socks, and flat shoes. I was carrying a large purse on my left shoulder and a black formal jacket draped across my right arm, and a BART ticket.

I believe that it was patently obvious to this person that I was not looking for the type of work that he mentioned, and that was part, if not all, of the “thrill” he received from his harassment of me.

I would really hate to encounter this person again, and will blog about him so that other women in my area can know who he is and be on the look out for him.

I know that he technically probably didn’t do anything wrong, but if I can avoid him and his tactics in the future and spare other people from same, that would be great.

Oddly enough, I have been harassed in a similar manner by a man who might be the same person twice before at the exact same gas station, both other times also in the early morning when I was on my way to work, and both times when it was obvious that I was dressed to go to an office. On both other occasions, the vehicles were not the one that I saw today, but the person was also a Hispanic man, around middle age, with perfect English, who was equally bold with his statements and propositions. The first time was right when I had just moved in to my neighborhood, and the second time was maybe 9 months or so after that.

Please advise on what else I can do to help my neighborhood be a safer place for everybody.

Thursday, November 8, 2007

Bravery

I heartily salute the courage and vision of Boots and Co. for their unflagging interest in human masturbation, for their willingness to devote their time and energy to capturing it on film for one and all to enjoy, and for every brave masturbator who has participated in this groundbreaking project.

Every time that we masturbate in the apropriate venue and allow others to witness our masturbation, and share in an appropriate space with them what makes us tick erotically, we perform a service for our fellow human beings. We are saying, Hey, I do it, and I love it, and you know you do it, and love it too!

It should be as "normal" to go masturbate together or watch each other masturbate as it is to eat together and watch each other eat, or go to the bathroom together and watch each other do that.

Like eating and urinating/evacuating, it should be a guiltless pleasure (not that the other functions are not also much laden with guilt and shame).

I have watched many men masturbate directly in front of me from behind glass at the Lusty Lady (the Lousy Lady, because I'm not there anymore) and I have enjoyed seeing that operation from my very first day there to my very last day there. I have found it fascinating, and, more than occassionally, arousing.

I have also found it, on many occassions, disgusting and immensely off putting, but it has never been UNINTERESTING.

I love that a "sex positive" place like the Lusty exists for decent people to go masturbate in front of other decent people, that that's what we're all there to facilitate, that we don't have to pretend that that's what we're all there for, and that none of this makes us worse people because we have participated in this industry/activity.

So, the next time you go by to drop a load, thank god that your shit still works, thank the dancer(s) in front of you who has(have) made your masturbation possible and/or more pleasurable, and, most of all, thank the friendly "mop jizz" for cleaning up after you.

Politeness and a good attitude when visiting your local masturbatorium are always appreciated.

Blessings,
Heidi Temple.

Monday, October 29, 2007

Redhanded Review: Gatsby

So I should start this with a warning. WARNING: This review will not be completely objective. Reviewer knows reviewee. OK, now that we have that out of the way, let’s move on to the good stuff, and lots of good stuff there is.

Gatsby is a completely entertaining performer, someone used to engaging the camera. She has her own Southern Charms site and is quite adept at playing the seductress role. What is so nice to see here is that she let’s her guard down a little bit. What you get to see is not a role being played, but a little something of the actual person behind the role.

What may take some of you by surprise, considering her porn site, is her shyness. Hiding beneath a nest of blankets she begins stroking herself and the only thing you can see is the movement from her hands. She slowly reveals herself until fully exposed and writhes like a snake in the grass on the bare mattress.

I was actually quite charmed (pun intended) by Gatsby and her episode. My only complaint is that the interview wasn’t nearly long enough to satisfy me, but I suppose we cannot pressure shy artists.

Freyja's Sequined Masturbation Maddness



Heard of Southern Charms? I hadn't heard of it either until I worked with Sexy Freyja pictured above. She and a bunch of other people I know have sites on this amateur playground. Unlike other amateur sites, each performer has her own site, and the user buys membership on a person by person basis. So, when you subscribe you get only the home grown photos (and sometimes videos) of the girl of your choosing.

Freyja is a BBW with no shame and lots of fun lust and body modification. This is from a recent post on her site. To find out more go to her site: Sexy Freyja's Southern Charms Site. Enjoy!

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Got Felony?



Tuesday was a good day for me except that I didn't really know it at the time. Apparently, the 6th Circuit Court of Appeals, ruled to overturn the unconstitutional and horribly infamous 2257 adult record keeping laws.

For those of you who aren't deep in the adult business, the 2257 regulations sound all good and fine until you get into the finer print. The claimed purpose of these laws is to make sure that all adult performers are over age. In principle this is a great thing. In practice this law was made overly broad in order to try to put adult business out of business. As it turns out you are probably a felon under this law; yes, you!

If you take an erotic photo of yourself (or God forbid a lusted-one), at home, on your digital camera or phone or whatever, you are required to photocopy your own (and their) ID. A copy of the photo must be kept with it on record until the ends of time. The record should be available for unannounced inspection at least 20 normal business hours per week. If you further complicate this exhibitionist urge by posting your photo up on a blog, you are required to keep track of anywhere this image might end up. Does it get copied and passed around? Does it get posted on other blogs? Well you better fucking know because this too must be kept on record at your location. Anyway, you don't have to post it anywhere to become a felon. It is a crime to take an explicit picture without doing this kind of documentation. So tell me are you a felon?

The trouble for us and other small porn companies is that we are required to have a published location where we reside at least 20 business hours a week. I ask you what pornographer (especially a female-bodied one) wants to publish her home address for the potentially predatory wanking world? So, we have an office. We were lucky to find one in the ghettos of Oakland for only $550 a month. That is a lot of overhead for a business that doesn't cover its costs. That's a lot of risk of stalking even if it isn't my home address. No other business has to deal with predatory overhead in order to start up. There is a good argument that the government is imposing unnecessary dangers by requiring that our addresses be publicized. What's wrong with just registering it with a governing agency, after all?

If all that isn't bad enough, the law's broadness means that the people who are prosecuted are really targeted for other reasons. Bush started his regime going after BDSM and other highly fetishized stuff ... which is not child pornography, the alleged target of this law.

So, while I don't want things to go back to the way they were where sleaze ball pornographers could film potentially underage folks without so much a photocopying an ID, these laws aren't really made to battle the child porn issue. They are made to criminalize pornography. So, let's all hail the joys of free speech as embodied in this decision and hope that someone moderate is able to create a real law that protects minors from pornographic abuse.

Revelation

Loving you is like fucking an orange
until trees spring to life from its seeds.

I’m birthed through the eyes of your memory.

We lay together and mix like paint
blending onto the floor, transforming the colors of a room.
Bystanders hallucinate from inhaling our dreams.

It’s the way you can hollow out two weeks
and fill them with eternity.
It’s the urge for permanence that built the pyramids.
It’s the question that calls us into the air.
We fit together like ligaments.

You place me to your lips and I burst
like a thick stemmed cherry.
The seed spills onto your tongue.
I erupt from the pit of me with the urgency of birth
and fill you like a congregation.
Inside you, I conceive of God.

Loving you is like grasping an avalanche.
Birds become confused and begin to orbit overhead.
We fall open and bloom into supernova
burning like incense, intoxicating the furniture.
Each wall gazes inward, longingly.
The house grows dark as electrons lose consciousness.

Only heathens have this fervor;
we fuck like foreplay was contagious.
You spasm like a heretic
and call to every god that knows your name.
I have swallowed your womb.
Generations emerge from my throat as I whisper our secrets.

Your breath is sacred like knowledge passed to children.

Loving you is like riding a dragon.
You fill my mind until I’m pregnant with expectation.
I nurse you with the milk of my descendents.
I penetrate you like knowledge and you come to revelation.

We breathe each other’s breath
and part only for the joy of coming together.
We embrace the way water embraces the earth.

Gravity is our only law.
It draws me toward you.

Saturday, October 20, 2007

For The Joy Of Bisexuals @ Red Handed Porn

I am always very cautious when approached by a bubbly chick below the drinking age. While there may be some biological programming that makes many men driven towards those barely legal bodies, I get fairly turned off because so few of the young really know themselves sexually.

Jezzebel is SO not in this category. Although she is only 20, she is one of those easily sexual people who just takes sex as the awesome gift that it is. She is bisexual, which I like to say ... is the best kind. Right now she has one of each, a totally lesbian woman and a totally straight man. She likes living her double life, right in the middle. She also uses the break room upstairs in the Lusty Lady where she works for extravagant orgies. Who knew they did that kind of thing?

Anything else? Well she is drop dead gorgeous, fucks a dildo suction cupped to the wall before getting 'serious' with a toy of her own bringing.









Thursday, October 18, 2007

Transboi Jerk-Off Party @ Red Handed Porn

You know that transboi I was talking about who learned everything he knows about sex from the internet. Well, here he is in action. His big blue wang intact, boxer shorts down around his knees. He had to stop right before he came to take off his boots, because a boi can't come in his boots, right?









Wednesday, October 17, 2007

The Real Sex Party Is In Canada




When the big Bush took over the US government, I started looking for ways to exchange my Italian ancestry for EU citizenship. That one of Bush's first official acts was to further restrict abortion rights did nothing to ease my mind.

All the while a comparative utopia exists right across our Northern border. I got yet more proof of this reality from the news where a Canadian political party is battling the Canadian postal system in court. The political party is named 'The Sex Party' and their mission for Canada is sex-positivity. Their federal platform includes better sex education, legalizing sex work (and anal sex), and eliminating sex censorship.

On this last salient point, the Canadian post office is being fought in court for censorship a 2006 election flyer that they refused to distribute. The flyer was deemed pornographic due in large part to the image (above) of two people in a sexual embrace.

Maybe I am jaded from my life as a sex worker, but it strikes me as a completely appropriate image. It is sexually descriptive without being explicit or titillating. That is exactly what sex education is about at its best.

Anyway, I have decided to shelf my European emigration in order to pursue a life in Canada. Maybe I can help out with the good sex party cause. I am just waiting for Bush to destroy the environment to the extent that I won't have to deal with all that snow.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Questionable Consent / Not Too Hard To Ask


I was beside myself when she sat beside me on the plane. Not sure what it was. I’m in contention for Biggest Slut I Know – it’s not a lack of lovers – but even after four months of fucking and flirting with random friends, the pressure of her forearm against mine on the armrest sent spasms through my consciousness and all of a sudden I was questioning consent.

Was that on purpose? She’s … touching me … what do I do?

See also: crashing at a friend’s house this summer. A friend who’s still in high school while I most assuredly am not. Sleeping under blankets on the floor less than a foot from a sexy slumbering seventeen-year-old girl with plaintive eyes, a slight smile, and the arms of her age appropriate partner around her waist. And I’m sure it was a total accident that we brushed against each other. I’d like to take no responsibility. See I’m a queer boy, so I’m supposed to be one of the good ones. And yet, somehow, flailing gently in the dark, hoping some of me lands next to some of you and that you don’t mind; waiting for you to move as my fingertips barely, gently, graze your stomach … bears a stamp of rape culture that I have very little trouble seeing with both eyes open.

But … watching that movie at another friend’s house, sandwiched between two beautiful boys, a pillow resting against my leg as another new and unnerving unnamed acquaintance laid her head against my leg … I couldn’t concentrate. Suddenly, The Incredibly True Adventures of Two Girls in Love held my attention less than The Incredibly Trite Arousal of This Guy in Heat and I wanted more. So, I slid my foot towards her. She leaned back a little. I guess she liked it? Couldn’t have been that comfortable. Then she reached back and laced her fingers around my ankle.

So what?

I might have spasmed. I might have sobbed. I wanted her touch so badly that the confirmation in that contact – or the uncertainty of an unfamiliar hand – leaves me shuddering even now as I sit on someone else’s floor, pressing my fingers into another keypad, attempting to absolve myself of the questions, again and again, I’m too presumptuous or petrified to vocalize.

Monday, October 15, 2007

Red Handed Porn Review - Violet Palmer Episode #8



Delicious. Or maybe luscious. Either of those words aptly describes Violet Palmer and her sexy as hell episode. She is so damn cute, and those huge, bouncy tata’s…

I can’t quite decide what my favorite part of this video is. Part of me wants to say her giggliness (yes, I know that’s not a REAL word!) post orgasms (yep, she has more than one!), or the way the camera catches her big, luminous doe eyes gazing into the camera in the midst of her self-pleasuring adventure. You almost feel as if you have stepped into her private territory, and in a way you have, but you were invited.

I think, too, something that makes Violet’s episode so special is the way she completely opens up about her sexuality with the kind of stories that make you think “I really want to get to know that girl!” Like the one about how she learned what a hooker is...way to go mom!

OK, and then there’s way this girl fucks…WOW! She starts off on her knees in an upright position while sliding a pink cock in and out of her juicy and furry cunt. I never knew that position would be so hot to watch! I love the way the camera gets underneath her and she looks down into it as she rides away on her toy. She brings out other fun playthings; including a perfect ass fucker, but no more details from me…I don’t want to ruin the surprise!

Sexy Sophia @ Red Handed Porn

Sophie came to us via the illustrious Sadie Lune. She is wow! She has wanted to participate in sex work but hasn't actually viewed any porn, seen any stripping. It makes her performance, raw, genuine and authentically sexual. I can't wait to work with her again.









Thursday, October 11, 2007

Teens Educated By Porn, Scary But True

I just finished editing an new episode for my baby Red Handed Porn. The transboi in the interviewing hot seat, Almond, said that he got the Internet at the age 11. That was his sex ed. The gauntlet of free porn provided him with an inside view to every kink and perviness imaginable.

We tend to work with older folks so this was the first time I met a real live person who got sex educated by porn. He is not alone though. This week This American Life had an episode focused on talking to kids. There was an act dedicated to kids talking about what does and doesn't work in sex ed. Sure enough, they got all their real information from Internet porn.

Parent and school sex ed programs will talk all about the sperm and egg, but they can't seem to mention that the penis goes into the vagina as a means of transport. That leaves a pretty huge gap in education. While porn may do a great job of showing how the sperm might get into a vagina, it doesn't do a good job of describing what real sex is like.

I would say that I am afraid of what will become of all these people as sexual adults, but of course I met one. Sure enough, in his box of sex toys he had all sorts of fun stuff including a pair of scissors for a guy he knows that likes castration play. The Internet also made it an obvious and easy step to being on film. If all of this make it seem like the Internet made a great sex educator, I should point out that he didn't seem all that comfortable with sex. It was an odd mix. Of course he is only 20, so he has plenty of time to get in touch.

If it sounds hypocritical that a pornographer is worried about teens learning about sex through porn then you haven't visited the ultra-real, not very profitable land of Red Handed Porn.

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