Archive for the 'needles and piercing' Category

Masochism vs. Self Injury

August 8th,

I had an excellent reader question: if or how masochism and self-injury are related. These two are often compared, and often to my annoyance. We all know Maggie Gyllenhaal’s character in “Secretary”, a self-injurer who cuts her thighs until she finds BDSM and James Spader.
“It’s like whiskey and bourbon,” my sister said when […]

Piercing for Fun and Fashion

March 1st,

This is me entirely spoiled. All dress-up occasions should be such fun!
My friend Rob needed a garment that could be pierced on for a demo, so I sewed one for the occasion. He laced me into it with the help of a few 18g needles. All pictures by Dov.

There are no good […]

Syncope

January 28th,

Is there a word for “fainting at the sight of blood”?
I don’t. No, really, I don’t. But for a moment today I thought I’d developed it. After a long day shooting video with Mistress Trish, we were pulling a dozen needles out of our lucky submissive’s genitals. Blood was everywhere. Each […]

Black Rose Review

December 4th, 2007

I haven’t been able to stop talking about one of CM Hurt’s presentations. I only knew it was entitled Nurse Nasty, so assumed it was medical somehow. But I did remember seeing her name years ago on BMEzine (what better recommendation?) so I dropped in.
Holy. Shit.
I’ve been having trouble explaining what about it […]

More To The Point

November 2nd, 2007

Piercing photos: beautiful, or gruesome?
You’d think editing would be quick, since my editing abilities are limited to “crop” and “save”. But I kept wanting to enlarge until I could see the inside of the hollow needles. Nah, I can’t show that, it’s really kind of disgusting. Wait, I can’t stop looking at […]

No, Mom, What Piercing?

August 2nd, 2007

I got my septum pierced today on a whim.  The needle barely pinched, but I got scared and grabbed the poor piercer by his shirt anyway.
My bravery astounds me sometimes.
The retainer I bought seems to hang straight.  Cross your fingers for me? Now, if no one hits me in the nose for a couple months, […]

MoMA and needles

July 16th, 2007

I went to MoMA for the first time on Friday. There was art I did not understand, and chocolate gelato. I brought a friend and busily unburdened myself about college-to-come, my broken air conditioner, and my first porn experience as a top.
Later we bought overpriced diner sandwiches. They were well worth it […]

Both shiny and new

May 20th, 2007

I have a love-hate relationship with needles. I always ask to watch people play with them, and then I get queasy and can’t stick around. My porn (that I use, not that I make!) sometimes looks like bmezine.com, but I have only recently been able to give blood with equanimity. Not that […]