Bound: Thoughts from a Rope Demonstration @ A Sexy Zombie Apocalypse NYC

I have always loved ropes…I took to ropes in a way  I never did to the whips, or clamps, or verbal barbs of BDSM.

Bondage feels natural, to me; it feels like home.

When I am wrapped (bound) I feel safe, complete, protected…in my restraint. As if I can finally give up on all of the struggles in daily life and just relax into the ropes…the ropes will support me…they will hold me…and if I release…they will deliver me from pain into pleasure.

When I bind another, I feel in control…I feel honored. I feel their trust. A mix of serious concern (for their safety) and waves of pleasure flood my mind. I can always see in their eyes when the session moves from “fun” to the realization that they are dependent on me…completely…they are vulnerable. 

I love this moment…I lean in and give her a kiss to reassure her that she hasn’t misplaced her trust…and then I watch her melt into surrender…and the fun begins: she moves, she reaches, she grabs…the ropes become a part of her, an extension of her sexual desire…and I smile, my intentions met.

The above describes much of what you’ll see in the video (shot by Joel of Kamenwati Productions) below from a Halloween event last weekend. My partner, spontaneously volunteered…and this is what she got:

I hope you enjoyed the video…and I would well wishes to everyone recovering from Sandy on the east coast my heart is with you all,

xxx conchita.

Human Sexuality: The range of emotion it inspires will never cease to amaze me.

Sometimes a feeling is just about an image…a moment.

This morning a friend posted the above image and it was so impactful I immediately felt:

Desire

Arousal

Attraction

and even…

Revulsion

and perhaps

Shame (?)

Images have power.

They can cultivate and create a feeling much like music does or even personal contact.

I believe that’s why I work with the visual so often, for events and even in my personal life. It’s not about being accepted or even admired…it’s about creating an emotional connection to/with another person.

And what do we do with that initial connection? Well that is completely up to you…isn’t it.

Enjoy your weekend friends…and if you are in NYC I also hope you will stop by my Halloween event…xxx conchita.

Dia de los Muertos: Marigolds 2 Brighten Our Path

Death has arrived
dancing the carisisqui
she has come to take with her
the visitors of Mixquic.

-Tacho, Street Poet

Source: Poem found in Mexico City, Mixquic & Morelos- Through the Eyes of the Soul, Day of the Dead in Mexico

As a little girl I adored marigolds. We planted them in our garden in all shades of yellow, orange and rust. Such a sunlike full flower they were hardy enough to withstand the torrential downpours of Seattle. How fitting then that they are such an integral part of Dia de los Muertos…

Flowers, symbolizing the brevity of life, are massed and fashioned into garlands, wreaths and crosses to decorate the altar and the grave. The marigold is the most traditional flower of the season. In Aztec times it was called the cempasuchil, the flower of 400 lives.

The fragrance of the cempasuchil leads the spirits home. Sometimes paths of the petals lead out of the cemetery and to the house to guide the spirits. A cross of marigold petals is formed on the floor so that as the spirit approaches the alter, he will step on the cross and expel his guilt.

(I wonder if it works if you are still living…xxx c.)

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Monday’s Poem: ‘Halloween,’ by Sandra Beasley

Somewhere in town tonight,

a woman is discovering

her inner Sexy Pirate.

This is not to be confused

with one’s inner Sexy Witch,

Sexy Kitten, Sexy Librarian,

Sexy Bo Peep, Sexy Vampire,

Sexy Race Car Driver, or

inner Sexy Ophthalmologist.

She forgot to buy ribbon,

so she threads the corset’s eyelets

with gym shoes laces.

She re-poofs the sleeves

of her buccaneer blouse.

Arrrr, she says to the mirror.

Argh, the mirror sighs in return.

Once I asked my mother why

anyone would wear tights like that

to net a fish.

Wouldn’t your legs get cold?

Wouldn’t your heels slip

on the wet deck of a ship? Shush,

my mother said, adjusting the wig

on her Sexy Cleopatra.

Somewhere in town tonight,

a sitter sets out the pumpkin.

A girl studies its fat head.

They punch its eyes in, so

it can see. They cut its mouth out,

so it can smile. Now you bring it

to life, the sitter will say.

And where its seeds had been,

the girl will place a flame.

xxx c.

ONE WEEK…UNTIL MOSTER MADNESS!

The Monster Show:::Friday October 28th:::We Wanna Hear You GROWL!

THE MONSTER SHOW…will be an evening centered around fantasy, make believe, art…and INDULGENCE!
This is an intimate Halloween event meant to tantalize your senses, test your creativity, and allow for your inhibitions to be set free!

We want you to…RELEASE YOUR MONSTER!!!

GROWL…ROAR…SCREAM!
(Just don’t scratch or bite…unless requested, heehee)

*We invite you to dress for the occasion, you do not need to be monstrous, but if you would like to get into the Halloween spirit then we encourage that completely

*Entry is FREE

*We will have a BODYPAINT ARTIST on-hand to offer a little extra devilish encouragement

*There will be a LIVE dj spinning all night…everything from what you love now, to what you loved then

*DRINK SPECIALS will last the night through…nothing like a little “witches brew” to get you in the mood!

*LIVE ENTERTAIMENT – we will have some special guests to ensure that you are kept on-edge!

*INTERACTIVE arts…what happens when you let monsters play together???

The venue is east village, relaxed, lounge style. If you like, you have the ability to enjoy dinner or appetizers (Italian and delicious). There is space to sit and chat or dance and mingle. The vibe is INTIMATE. We are very lucky to have been given this space and the opportunity to enjoy the party…as WE desire!

We have taken care to invite our friends to attend and participate in this event and we THANK YOU in advance for helping to make this night so Deliciously DEVIOUS!
WITH THAT…WE HOPE THAT YOU WILL COME OUT…READY TO HOWL THE NIGHT AWAY!!!! WITH ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS…BECAUSE THIS IS GOING TO BE…YOUR NIGHT TO BE A COMPLETE MONSTER!!!!!!
XXX
Conchita, Meli, Jessica, Gio, & Mark.

Further info: 917-940-1750

Time: 10PM – 4AM

Location: Il Bagatto Lounge/192 East 2nd Street, NYC

Why I want to be Cleopatra for Halloween: A Historical Feminist Fantasy

She wasn’t a Queen…she was a KING. The last Pharaoh of Egypt. She was intelligent, deceitful, intoxicating…and unforgettable.

“My breasts are full of love and life. My hips are round and well apart. “ -Cleopatra (1963 film)

 

(Excerpt to follow from: “Cleopatra: A Life,” by Stacy Schiff.)

“Among the most famous women to have lived, Cleopatra VII ruled Egypt for twenty-two years. She lost a kingdom once, regained it, nearly lost it again, amassed an empire, lost it all. A goddess as a child, a queen at eighteen, a celebrity soon thereafter, she was an object of speculation and veneration, gossip and legend, even in her own time. At the height of her power she controlled virtually the entire eastern Mediterranean coast, the last great kingdom of any Egyptian ruler. For a fleeting moment she held the fate of the Western world in her hands. She had a child with a married man, three more with another. She died at thirty nine, a generation before the birth of Christ. Catastrophe reliably cements a reputation, and Cleopatra’s end was sudden and sensational…

Can anything good be said of a woman who slept with the two most powerful men of her time? Possibly, but not in an age when Rome controlled the narrative. Cleopatra stood at one of the most dangerous intersections in history: that of women and power. Clever women, Euripides had warned hundreds of years earlier, were dangerous. A Roman historian was perfectly happy to write off a Judaean queen as a mere figurehead and — six pages later — to condemn her for her reckless ambition, her indecent embrace of authority. A more disarming brand of power made itself felt as well. In a first-century BC marriage contract, a bride promised to be faithful and affectionate. She further vowed not to add love potions to her husband’s food or drink. We do not know if Cleopatra loved either Antony or Caesar, but we do know that she got each to do her bidding. From the Roman point of view she “enslaved” them both. Already it was a zero-sum game: a woman’s authority spelled a man’s deception…

To a Roman, license and lawlessness were Greek preserves. Cleopatra was twice suspect, once for hailing from a culture known for its “natural talent for deception,” again for her Alexandrian address. A Roman could not pry apart the exotic and the erotic; Cleopatra was a stand-in for the occult, alchemical East, for her sinuous, sensuous land, as perverse and original as its astonishment of a river. Men who came in contact with her seem to have lost their heads, or at least to have rethought their agendas. She runs away even with Plutarch’s biography of Mark Antony. She works the same effect on a nineteenth-century historian, who describes her, on meeting Caesar, as “a loose girl of sixteen.” (She was rather an intensely focused woman of twenty-one.) The siren call of the East long predated Cleopatra, but no matter; she hailed from the intoxicating land of sex and excess. It is not difficult to understand why Caesar became history, Cleopatra a legend.”

Surely, I could NEVER I could never live up to such a human…but oh, what would it be to walk in her “robes”…just for one night…Ah, how I LOVE Halloween…xxx c

Halloween www.ForTraDVD.com STYLE!

Getting in the Halloween Mood with Kat Forta at Blood Manor…

For sexy exercise wit please log on to: http://www.ForTraDVD.com but be warned this is the sexiest site you have EVER seen!

Info:

Taken at www.BloodManor.com
Shot and edited by www.BPSproductions.com
Nipple stickers by www.Pastease.com

Feisty Friday Quotes: Anne Boleyn’s execution speech

I fear I have become a bid morbid this week, with Dia De Los Muertos, Marie Antoinette, and such…call it a passing obsession or just a moment of repose…and reflection…whatever it is, I will end it today with one of my favorite “goodbye’s”…Queen Anne Boleyn‘s execution speech May 19th, 1536 (Check out my previous entry detailing, The Lady In The Tower by Allison Weir HERE).She went to her death with as much courage, determination, and vigor as she lived her life with:

Good Christian people, I have not come here to preach a sermon; I have come here to die, for according to the law and by the law I am judged to die, and therefore I will speak nothing against it. I am come hither to accuse no man, nor to speak of that whereof I am accused and condemned to die, but I pray God save the King and send him long to reign over you, for a gentler nor a more merciful prince was there never, and to me he was ever a good, a gentle and sovereign lord.

And if any person will meddle of my cause, I require them to judge the best. And thus I take my leave of the world and of you all, and I heartily desire you all to pray for me. (Quoted from “Anne Boleyn”, Joana Denny, and taken from “The Triumphant Reigne of King Henry the VIII” by Edward Hall, 1904)

When I read the speech in The Lady In The Tower, I cried…when I saw the same scene depicted in HBO’s series The Tudors…I wept piteously.

Here is the scene with Natalie Dormer playing Anne:

Sad, brave, and somehow perfect…another instance wherein we are reminded of our intimate relationship with DEATH in life…enjoy your weekend, xxx c.

 

‘Let Them Eat CANDY!’: Happy Halloween from Marie Conchit-ette!

Marie Antoinette,  infamous ill-fated QUEEN who was loved lauded and imitated…AND maligned misunderstood and maltreated…uttered these final words s she approached the guillotine:

I was a queen, and you took away my crown; a wife, and you killed my husband; a mother, and you deprived me of my children. My blood alone remains: take it, but do not make me suffer long.

It seemed fitting that I “be” Madame Antoinette this Halloween, not that I fancy myself a martyr, rather perhaps I am feeling a close empathic connection to being simultaneously celebrated and condemned for qualities that feel basic and inherent to the very core of who I am. Yes, I know, TOO DEEP for Halloween…and so, in the spirit of the time of year…I will revel with abandon, imitating that which frightens and titillates and hope that you will do the same!

Besides, I have worked too damn hard on this costume to be bitter about the whole concept…

So…instead I will simply say:

LET THEM EAT CANDY!

Enjoy your Hallloween my goulies, xxx c.