Posts from — December 2009

or Jack and Wendy Will Beat Your Ass You Until You Come

Trilby is a hypno-fetishist. Hypnosis has always been something I have been both interested in and conflicted about. I’m a skeptic. This isn’t just a statement about my not taking capital “T” Truths at face value, it is actually a philosophical and a political stance that greatly effects how I look at the world.

The things I’ve read about hypnosis were often inconclusive, ambivalent or simply too vague to verify.

I met Trilby a while ago and I was fascinated from our first conversation about hypnosis and specifically erotic hypnosis. The idea of controlling someone, specifically their sexual reactions, has always been one of my biggest kinks. Not to mention the fact that Trilby was bright, cute and hysterically funny.
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Boy: Skinny tie, expensive jeans, good hair. Snide confidence all over his boyishly good looking face. Gray hound’s tooth overcoat, which is quite fetching. Metro, but obviously not a native. Standing against the door ogling a girl.

Girl: Hot and bookish. Librarian chic glasses, pencil skirt, black kitten heals. Chocolate brown hair in a neat bob. NYC government issued red pea coat open just enough to show a low cut v-neck sweater and a hint of marvelous cleavage. She is sitting down, deep into a trade paperback.

He is formulating a plan in his head. You can see him working it out and in his mind it is flawless. He makes his way over to her, bumping into a few people as the train starts and stops. He hovers over her, expecting her to look up, but she doesn’t.

He bends down, so this his head is at her head level. She doesn’t notice. He then looked down and tries to see what book she is reading. He can’t see it from his angle so (and kids, this is where the big mistake was made) he pushes the book up a little with his finger.

The girl is started by the popping of her personal space bubble and yells “What the fuck!”

The person next to her is also frightened and spills her coffee the guy next to her, who jumps up and yells “Oh, fucking come on!”

The delicate ecosystem of the subway car is thrown into chaos.

Everyone looks at the guy who caused all the the problem and he stutters “I-um-uh just wanted to-um see what book she was reading. Sorry.”

Just as she is going to reply the train stopped at 42nd and everyone got off, leaving the guy standing confused as new people entered the train and pushed him around.

The book was The Red Tent.

I was listening to the Masocast (which I recommend highly), and Axe was interviewing Troy Orleans. I met Troy once and she beat me viciously in the most painful way possible–at Scrabble.

Troy mentioned something on the podcast called a tag party and it got me thinking. I looked for more information on them online and didn’t find anything. (If anyone knows of resources or writeups about tag parties please comment or email)

The idea of a tag party, as I understand it from Troy Orleans’s description, is a party in which everyone who attends is willing to play. Each partygoer wears a tag in which they write three acts that they are willing to participate in and the role they wish to play in said act. i.e. Spanking/Top, Rope Bondage/Top, Flogging/Bottom.
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