Matisse just posted another podcast, in this one we do our best to answer a couple of listener emails. Enjoy!

Not sure what it means, but in the last 7 days I've been told on two separate occasions by two different bottoms to "Bring it"

The first one, after saying that ended up with tits so bruised they did not fit in back in her bra and an ass so crisscrossed with single tail welts she looked like a road map of Nebraska..

Tho other, well he walked away with not just rope marks, but actual rope cuts across his well toned biceps. Do you have any idea how hard it is to actually break skin with conditioned hemp rope? Hell, I was even using the thick stuff.

The real mind fuck, they both are now asking for more! The original welts have yet even to heal.

I need to shed my skin for you

The beast that lives just beneath my skin needs out, I can feel it growling. Claws itching to be set free as it hungrily paces, back and forth, looking out at you from behind my eyes. It snarls and nips, a base creature driven by the most basic of needs. Hunger, hunger for you. It longs to be set free, to slink across the bed and sink its fangs into your warm, willing flesh. To feed, to consume your body. Muscles ache and fingers twitch as at the prospect of being set free upon your naked body.

That beast, the thought of loosing control of it frightens me, but not you. You welcome my snarls with open arms. The uglier, blind with lust and rage I become, the tighter you pull my thrusting hips to you. You do not fear what I can become, you invite it. Sinking fingernails into my skin you tug and pull, quickening the beast’s release.

Tonight the moon is full and must howl at it, to bare my fangs and sink them into you while we fuck. Please, dig your fingers into my skin and pull, free me from this skin suit and welcome my dark, animal soul out and into your bed.

Tonight I’ll be accompanying Matisse to a special movie screening, “Pig Hunt”, hosted by the cool cats at The Rumpus.Net Now this is a horror film and from what I have read so far, it looks to be a shocker. The thing about horror films, as I explained to Matisse once over late night pizza, is that it is a lot like bottoming. See, we the viewer go into the film expecting a thrill ride, we sit down and say to the filmmakers, “Ok guys, I paid my nine bucks now hit me with your best shot”. The filmmakers know this, in fact they are counting on the fact that most of us knew half naked, drunk teenage girls should never go out into the woods alone long before we understood the appeal of a half naked, drunk teen age girl. So there exists this relationship. We in a way are consenting to get the crap scared out of us and the film makers know this and also know that we are a tough, experienced bottom that is not going to go down easy.

Some films miss the point, they start off with lots of promises but only deliver the same old re-hash. Much like that top who talks the big talk on their online profile only to discover later that they lack the skills to really deliver a memorable scene. Then, then you have the 0-100mph films, the ones that start from frame one and don’t let up. Riveting you to the edge of your seat for 90, ass clinching minutes. These are great films, but sometimes only one viewing is all you can take. All adrenaline with no pause, no chance for breath can be fun once. Repeated viewings seem to loose appeal and impact. How many of us have played with a one speed, fast only, top? Exhausting, fun, and not something you can do often. Or worse you become bored, desensitized to all the action, overdosed on pain and stimulation.

Then, then there are what I think are the truly great horror films. The ones that blend humor and horror. Those films that dance the razor’s edge, scaring the crap out of you one second and then making you laugh the next. These, are truly brilliant films, the kind that cross over from the horror genre and become wildly popular with the mainstream. Timeless. Why? Simple, it flows. That rhythm from the adrenaline rush of fear to the release of laughter allows us to catch our breath, re-center and in the end, want more fearsome scares. This, this is what I think a good top must think like. One cannot just hammer away with a flogger till the bottom cries uncle, no but if you flow from pain to tenderness, then you will get a bigger bang for your buck. If after a particularly intense moment, draw them near and stroke their skin… giving them a moment of release and connection, then shift gears back into your sadism... then you have a flow. A rhythm that, if you pay close attention to your bottom, will allow you to play longer, harder and make them want to come back again for more.

We shall see what kind of tops out film makers are tonight, my guess is that they will try to dance that edge in hopes that we can laugh away the shock. However, like good lovers, many try to do this and where only a few truly succeed many more fail.

Mr "no French Fries for 21 days"

Mr "no French Fries for 21 days"
Originally uploaded by Mr Monk

So after announcing last week that I managed to survive 21 days sans the fried potato (aka, nature's most perfect food). I was asked if it had done a damned bit of good or was I just a food masochist?

Well, let me see. I still love food, probably too much for my own good, but I like the way my body feels now. The way the lines of muscle flow under my skin when I move and stretch.

I'll probably keep the fries to a once a week minimum till after SEAF. Pastries are still flat out of the question till then too. Got me some VERY tight outfits to fit in for that show (or should I say, lack of outfits)

just call me the mad barber of fleet st.

just call me the mad barber of fleet st.
Originally uploaded by Mr Monk

Tambo orderd some supplies from kinkymedical.net and they tossed in a lil something extra! soon as she opened the box I cried "dibs". I've always wanted a straight razor and I think I know a certain girl who upon reading this will be sending me a txt message saying "oh shit, dibs please?"

Matisse just posted another one of our podcasts. So go take a listen. We got ourselves a new sound engineer, I'll admit I was a bit worried about him at first. Sure, this guy regularly does audio for all manner of rock acts and such but how would he respond to a couple of perverts like MM and I riffing unscripted about male prostitution and adult baby play?

Well aside from the one time we noticed him falling off his chair in the sound booth from laughing, I guess ok. For those curious, we are working with the folks at Foundry for Sound.

Enjoy!

Briefest of updates.
Looks like I've managed to skate by the worst of this crud that seems to be knocking everyone down. Looks like I got lucky and only got the 2 day variety, not the "lay yer ass out for a week in bed" one that my second in command got. Poor kid, she has to fly out tonight and compete in IMSL too. Of course even half sick and stoned out on cold meds, she can charm the socks off any judge at 10 paces.

So before I close this out and leave the warm cave that is my loft office for the production floor of the Abbey I thought I'd pass this one last interesting tidbit. Today is day 21 of the no fries challenge. Remember that? Yeah, who knew it would pass so quickly, but yes. I've gone 21 days with out a french fry, kinda wild huh? The end result? Dropped a couple extra pounds, but the more interesting thing is, as always to me, the way the body responds when given a challenge.

What fascinating machines we inhabit, give them a challenge, something to overcome, and they excel. Question is, how many of us are willing to take up a challenge? But I ramble, the rope calls and I've got a long, long day ahead of me.

March's Color of the Month
A deep, hunter green I'm calling "Daddy"



Get it while it is hot, we did not make much of this one.

Sick, damn.
This is what I get for blowing off steam after an insanely busy week, a wicked head cold. Can't take the day off, however. Too much to get kicked out today, but with any luck I can sleep this thing off tonight and hopefully sound semi human for our podcasting session tomorrow.

Speaking of podcasting, got a question we can answer? I've already gotten a couple great ones (thanks Merritt and Scooter) if you have a question on kink, poly, sex work or bad films and want our advice on the topic, send it my way and we will see what we can do.

from stick figures to reality

from stick figures to reality
Originally uploaded by Mr Monk

working out mockups for seaf, pulling together all the small details across the dozen pieces I'm building. note the sick figures, they say that ridley scott when he directed blade runner drew every shot in stick figure and gave it to his director of photography. I picked that trick up in film school and it seems to serve me well too.

My sweet sammo

My sweet sammo
Originally uploaded by Mr Monk

This would be my sweet, ancient lab sam. Her heart is bigger than her brain. She must be going on 15 now and still thinks she can fit in my lap like she didwhen she was a pup.

gooooo bacon!

gooooo bacon!
Originally uploaded by Mr Monk

Go team bacon!

Pardon me while I get my nerd on.

So you know those t-shirts/mugs/calendars/bathmats/bumperstickers that say “everything I needed to know about life I learned from kindergarten (or my cat/dog/podiatrist” and they have some list of pithy, life affirming BS anecdotes that anyone with a basic understanding of how to be a decent human already knows? I’ve always wanted to make one that read.

“Everything I needed to know about life I learned from reading Dune”

It would have things like:

“It is not good to just defeat an enemy, one must utterly destroy them”
“Never unsheath your knife unless you intend to bathe it in blood”
“Walk without rhythm and you won’t attract the worm”
“Do not cry for what you have lost, tears are a waste of water”

Pointy! Fire! Oh My!

IMAGE_00128
Originally uploaded by Mr Monk

As promised, said candle/needle combo in use. No. I did not clip them on with the clothes pins, rather I put the needle thru her skin, pulled it tight and then added the clips. I'm a giver that way.

Today is March 3. The third day of the third month. It is also the birthday of a childhood friend I once had. We were pals through grade school and jr high. Funny, while I can barley recall what he looked like I can’t forget this date. Then again, I remember this date more due to seeing a naked woman for the first time.

We were kids, maybe 9 or 10 years old? Like most boys growing up in the late 70’s we were obsessed with all things Star Wars and had only a vague inkling of our emerging sexuality. His family was transplants from California, part of a growing number of folks who were migrating to housing developments on what used to be open farmland on the outskirts of Spokane. Still sporting a semi permanent bronze shade and a sort of unidentifiable “coolness”, I would later speculate that his parents were probably swingers. Of course at the time I had no idea such things existed, just that his dad had flown jet liners and his mom was the coolest mom of the pack and the envy of all the other moms.

It was during a birthday sleep over, about a half dozen of us were camped out in the basement of their split level for the night, doing all the stupid and fun things that boys do when left un attended. Now I’m sure the perverts in reading this will immediately think something raunchy, but keep in mind we were just on the cusp of pubescence. I’m pretty sure we had an extended debate on who was cooler, Luke or Han. The next morning, being the farm kid I was, I was up with the dawn and ready to start my day. Unfortunately the rest of my city dwelling pals were still fast asleep so I figured I’d head upstairs and get a drink of water. Little did I know what was waiting for me.

Cresting the stairs from the basement and turning the corner, there she was. My best friend’s mom, naked. Upon seeing me, she spun around and looked at me with a start. “Oh, you are up already!” I just sorta stared and stammered. Now she could have shouted at me, or scolded me, but instead she turned her shoulders and stood there for a second, starting back at me. Funny how a tiny fraction of time can leave such an impression.

Sure I’d smuggled my fair share of playboys by then so I had a decent idea, in theory, what a naked woman looked like, but no real first hand experience. That was till that very moment. Frozen still where I stood, I took it all in. Soft shoulders meeting prominent collar bones leading to her breasts. Small, yet prominent. Her fading California tanned body, toned lines of stomach as they came down to her thick pubic mound, dark curls holding untold mysteries.

Un fucking forgettable, even to this day.

Then, in a flash the moment was over, she calmly informed me that I should go back downstairs now and not come up till she called the rest of us to breakfast. I never spoke of this to my friends, she and I never had any contact that would be considered even mildly inappropriate by even the most puritan standards in the 10 odd years that I knew their family. Just that one moment.

Funny, today I catch myself doing it from time to time. Catch myself staring at my lover’s naked form from across the room. Silent, head cocked to one side just taking it all in, the wonder of her form. The mysteries held between her thighs and the beauty of it all.

fire and blood

fire and blood
Originally uploaded by Mr Monk

yes, those are tiny wax play candles attached to needle hubs. a specail request from a charming girl I know. if she is up for it, maybe I can get a shot of them in use. maybe.