Did I happen to mention that I was a presenter at Beat Me in St Louis in March? The class was “Phone Sex and Distance BDSM”. The way I got the gig was to write the organizers and say approximately “I’m willing to present free if you need an awkward slot filled.” Saturday morning 9 am after a late dungeon party? You betcha! So I put together a list of classes I’m willing to teach. I’m sure I’ll be updating it, but I wanted to remember how it started. * Distance BDSM and Phone Sex * Kinky Ice Breaker Game: “Choose An Offer” * Hosting Play Parties * Basic BDSM Safety & Negotiations 1. Distance BDSM and Phone Sex – sharing my experiences, ideas, mistakes, [read more...]

My Coercion Role Play at Kinky Kollege Spring Break 2013 The names have been changed so I can blog anonymously, but if you wish to identify yourself, please do! To fully understand what transpired, and still remain anonymous, I’m going to alter some historical details of my life: I’m going to pretend that I used to be involved in the data mining industry before I got debilitating vertigo (I wasn’t, but it was a similar technical industry), and I’m going to pretend that I did a data mining presentation at a conference which was heard by Christian Rudder of OKCupid’s awesome data-mining blog (I didn’t, but someone at least that influential in my actual industry did hear me speak), and that Christian not only said [read more...]
Hi. My name is Angela, or Galiana, or PlaySmart, depending on the context, and I’m a Kinky Christian Slut. I think it’s time to admit it. Out loud. Here on my blog, which purports to be about my life, and yet, has remained heretofore silent on the topic of my religious beliefs. My Christianity is clearly non-traditional, utterly different than the Christianity portrayed in most 21st century American mass media, very complicated to explain, and deeply personal to me. It’s Easter today, a big deal in my Christianity. So to help me contemplate, I looked up the words that moved me to first truly commit myself to following Christ. It was Winter Quarter 1989. I was in a comparative religion class. Our textbook was then [read more...]
I happened to be at an open mic for stand-up, so I decided to try my hand. I’ve suspected I wouldn’t be horrible at it, and sure enough, it wasn’t horrible (except for about 45 seconds near the beginning, which I edited out). Enjoy And if anybody feels like transcribing it so I can have the whole text of it at the end of this blog post, please feel free to do so and send it to me.
First, Ferns asked for a very special birthday present in a blog post, “The beauty of submissive men” – she wanted photos of submissive men. She asked for diversity and truth. She got both. Because the resulting video can’t be played on my iPhone or iPad, I didn’t see it until after I read this blog post by the ever-articulate submissive Tomio Black, “Unexpected beauty“, which made me cry and cry. Then I finally saw the resulting video, hours later, here: “Submissive men: A celebration of beauty“. I love it with all my heart. Bravo Ferns. And happy birthday, Mistress. If you’re as happily moved as I am, please pass this on as many times as you can (this blog posts, or just direct links [read more...]
Against all odds, and perhaps also against all better judgment, I went to a play party this weekend. I wasn’t in great shape after the traveling, but I made it. The host lives in a collegiate part of town where noise ordinances are unlikely to be enforced, and neighbors are more likely to peep than report if there are nekkid people in an inflatable “hot tub” in the back yard. So I wander in the back yard, and there are five topless women and three appreciative men in the inflatable “hot tub” (water heated by the scorching outdooor temps and refilled by garden hose), and I was easily coerced to join. The woman next to me, who I’ve groped and smacked and licked several times [read more...]
I was so deeply moved by my time with teddybearslave today. This blog post is likely to be poorly structured at best, and completely incomprehensible at worst, but I need to get my tumble of thoughts out of my brain into some place where I can see them again and remember what I feel like right this moment. I’m so cautious interpersonally, in some ways. It’s a crazy statement from someone whose husband’s girlfriend lives with us, who has an in-person lover locally and another long-distance. I can see that. And yet, on Friday night, when I tagged in to substitute in a play scene with my husband and another local couple, I stopped myself from kissing her, taking off my clothing, licking her, blowing [read more...]

I wrote to my lover yesterday, “So apparently I’m having a little explosion of energy at the moment. Happy Summer Solstice… Here’s a potential new lover and a potential new submissive. Kaboom.” The rest of this blog post is the Galiana-length version of that unusually-well-summarized paragraph. Although I’m not primarily pagan, I do enjoy recognizing seasonal celebrations, and taking the opportunity to examine my life and its cyclical patterns. Summer Solstice is a time to remember the tending and waiting and watering of prior seasons, and to celebrate new growth. I think it’s obvious from my recent upward trend of blogging volume that I’m feeling a bit better than I was March-May. I worked hard to heal my back from its injury, which is finally [read more...]

I love kissing. I love it a lot. It’s so intimate, so easy to slide into a place of wanting this moment to last forever. The taste, the scents, the touch. Feeling someone respond to the slightest of movements, matching pressure, exploring. And when it’s someone new, it’s a huge rush to initiate sexual contact for the first time. I’m pretty sure I can tell whether or not I’d enjoy having sex with someone based on three minutes or less of kissing. And I’m irrationally happy for a couple of days after I kiss someone new. I’m a bit of a smooch slut. The day I left for college, I’d kissed 36 people (and by kissing I mean making out long enough to have a [read more...]

From an animal, biological perspective, it makes sense that people fantasize about getting a woman pregnant. The sex drive was created for creation, after all. Planting your seed deep inside to start a new life with your imprint… it’s a primal urge. In case you’re wondering, no, I don’t have kids. As far as I know, I’ve never been pregnant. I have, however, used dozens of pregnancy tests when circumstances were theoretically right to make the plus sign, but I always got a minus. In reality, since I got vertigo, I’m grateful it never happened. Kids are wiggly buggers. But in fantasy, none of the potential disadvantages of a pregnancy surface: no child support, no lifetime of contact with a crazy baby mama, and no [read more...]