Sometimes the night lends itself to playful imaginings…
Sometimes…I have to undress in order to play dress-up…
For you.
This night I mingled fantasies with LastnightsParty.com at Webster Hall’s in famous Trash party, with host Kris Khaos…
and what a lovely time we had mixing nothing but
lipstick,
Jeffery Campbell,
tattoos
sound equipment,
a mic,
and a tongue.
Thank you for loaning me your lens…and cheers to weekend memories
xxx conchita.
I've started doing "Mini You's " , which originally started as mini sketches of my outfits.
So I randomly picked a photo from one of my followers on instagram and came up with this sketch.
Here's a close up:
I wanted to take a minute to introduce you to a like-minded and extremely talented young woman, an artist and fellow-blogger with a distinct attitude and style that embodies both sexiness AND strength! I think her self-introduction does her justice:
"To keep things basic I have a big heart, a loud mouth, a passion to dance my troubles away and I’m painter, artist, whichever one you prefer. I have pushed myself to make the name Minxinx not only to stand out but to ‘wow’ you. Over the years this character has evolved into so much more. Being plastered on walls, canvases, bags, t- shirts, and naked women. Yes, a naked woman on a naked woman. So here I am, ready to move this forward. I am willing, driven, and most definitely in control… and no one can stop me."
-- PLEASE CHECK OUT HER BLOG and support her artwork...which is ALL UP for sale! This is the artist with her work...which is pretty fantastic:
She is currently doing a series called "Mini You" which she describes:
Lately I’ve been getting a lot of questions about the mini sketches I draw of my outfits. I’m getting many requests that you guys want your own. So of course I aim to please. I’ll charge a small fee of $5 for each. A tiny sketch, nothing fancy. Starting now if you would like to have your own mini-you all you have to do is this: * Email me at 2minxinx@gmail.com * Include a picture of yourself from head to toe * Subject: Mini You I’ll respond with how to make the payment and I’ll get started right away! That simple!
Pretty cool, if you ask me...the humor in her style is contageous...I always find myself smiling when I look at one of her images!
HAPPY THRILLING THURSDAY...xxx c.
I love live erotic performance!
Whether I am the voyeur (aka “audience member”) or the exhibitionist (aka “performer”) I LOVE making an intimate act, public. There is an incredible rush to share desire and arousal not only with one…but with MANY.
In these special shared moments, emotions seem to multiply and develop ten-fold until a crescendo of energy creates frenzy!
It doesn’t always occur, but when it does…it is an orgasm of the collective soul!
The Pacha PeepShow with Vargas was one such performance. I had the pleasure of collaborating with Kat ForTra ( http://www.ForTraDVD.com ) and indeed, it was all my pleasure and quite a show. A friend of mine captured some of it (Carnell thank you), and I pass it on for your pleasure…nothing like a little mutual masturbation huh?
Enjoy, xxx c.
I woke up this morning…overwhelmed by melancholy…tearful actually. But, my birthday is saturday and I am reflecting a bit…well I always seem to be reflecting, but perhaps a bit more than usual. I am thinking about the things I have accomplished and the things left undone…the “WHY” of it all.
In this relatively short lifespan, some would say…I have done quite a lot. Career-wise I have been lucky enough to occupy positions from the fashion industry to medicine…account executive to clinical psychologist and researcher. When it comes to artistic expression, I was never shy about exploring the lesser known underbelly of the NYC sex, swinger, and erotic art scene and I still believe the work that came out of that was thoughtful and maybe even a little bit impactful. My relationships, while there have been a few missteps; have only added luster and depth to my life.
What am I missing?
If I had to sum it up I suppose I would say family. It’s no secret; I’ve written about it previously in my blog, my childhood was not ideal (but whose is). I moved myself 3,600 miles at the age of 17 to NYC to “get away” from family. I was so naive and yet brilliant, now that I look back; there is no doubt in my mind, that move saved my life. I struggled. Oh how I struggled. But I managed to develop into a person I can say, now, I am proud to be. In truth I couldn’t have done it without the love of my friends and partners, who in fact are my family.
People say things like, “blood is thicker than water,” or “family comes first.” I hear these epitaphs, but I cannot really understand…those sentiments have never found truth in my life. I can say that I believe in love: mutual, non-judgmental, unconditional, and everlasting. That does not mean I believe in traditional, static, or defined love…but you knew that right?
Something funny just happened…I started writing this with the intent to talk about how amidst all of my accomplishments I DIDN’T HAVE A FAMILY…A WIFE OR HUSBAND…A CHILD…and yet, THIS is where I AM NOW:
I HAVE SOMETHING BETTER (for me)… I have YOU. My friends and lovers, the people in my life…YOU have helped me be who I am today and who I will become tomorrow. I realize in writing this…I do not lack in my life…I am full of COMPASSION…give and take…and I am so grateful that life has presented me with the opportunity to have and to give…I think, no I know, it is all I ever wanted.
Thank you…on my birthday…c.
When the energy of unbearable compassion is unceasing,
In expressions of loving kindness,
the truth of its essential emptiness is nakedly clear.
This unity is the supreme unerring path.
Inseparable from it, may we meditate day and night.
–Tibetan Prayer
What’s in a name?
Well I don’t know about yours, but what’s in mine? WAY TOO MUCH is in my (given) name.
Growing up, in my family, every person and pet had AT LEAST three names. These names were invoked at different times and for varient reasons, but they were always GIVEN and EARNED. NO ONE chose their names; not their given name, nickname, alternate name, etc. A name was bestowed.
Often we have names we don’t care for, but we accept them…names are a necessary referential system of communication…But sometimes…sometimes we are given a name we simply cannot identify with, one that feels so foreign we cannot accept it.
I hate my given name.
It is interesting, it represents both mother’s and my father’s desires. But unfortunately it also represents the painfully divide between them.
My name was supposed to be: Mystery Dawn.
It was the 70′s. My mom was a hippy. No further explanation is necessary.
My father argued against this name choice. He exclaimed, “Children will make fun on her!” (because children didn’t make fun of me, ANYWAY…right…lol).
And so he suggested another more “regular” name that was also the name of my mother’s best friend and my mother added the “y” because…she had to have something from “Mystery”…or so the story goes.
Here is the problem: MY MOTHER’S BEST FRIEND, WAS MY FATHER’S LOVER. (The later, was not known until after my birth.)
So, my given name represents so much…that had nothing to do with me…and yet I bare the burden. The affair dissolved, the woman left. but, my name remains.
My (given) name = PAIN.
In my late teens I moved to NYC for college and met Gio-Shazzamity (no, that is not his given name…rather his earned name). Gio decided that I needed a new name, one that I had truly earned.
He settled on: CONCHITA
Why, you ask? Well,
It’s been 20 years since I earned Conchita. Almost half of my life. And to be honest, it feels more real than my given-name. Because it was given to me out of affection, from a person who has known me longer than any one friend. It does not represent painful memories or unsolicited guilt. It is not the name I would have picked for myself, but the best-fitting names rarely are. Rather Conchita, is the name picked for ME…
Hello, my name…well, one of my names…is Conchita. It’s a pleasure to meet you.
Conchita Blaq & G.irlz T.hat D.ance W.ith G.irlz are BACK!
Join us as we re-kindle our love affair with the evening we’ve created
that caters to our sexy Ladies with like minds and hearts!
THIS TIME we celebrate all the sexy nerds, teachers pets and naughty
school girls out there! *wink*
Thursday, Sept. 29th from 7pm-11:30pm
@ ill bagatto
192 E. 2nd Street (btwn. Ave. A & B.)
**** LADIES ONLY ****
No Cover
Drink Specials
Live DJ
PRIVATE ROOM for our guests where anything goes Girlz!
*wink*
Location & Time:
ill bagatto
Peep . show: n.
1. An exhibition of pictures or objects viewed through a small hole or magnifying glass. Also called raree show.
2. A short pornographic film presentation seen usually in a small coin-operated projection booth.
Ever wish for a look inside a woman’s boudoir?
Ever wonder what women fantasize about in the quiet moments between night and day?
This Saturday at PachaNYC for Chriss Vargas: PEEPSHOW III (DP Productions NYC)
I hope to give you a glimpse into JUST THAT…a look into the private sexual life of a woman…A bit of PURE fantasy? YES…of course…as it is meant to “set for the stage”…but I ALWAYS pull from real-life…how could I not?!
And so…let me set the stage for you, please step into my PEEPSHOW:
A woman…in LUST with another woman.
A slave to her fantasies, she is led into a space of DESIRE where she is at the whim of her mistress.
She submits…she bends to her mistress’ whims…until…the woman finds her own WILL, and THRUSTS that POWER onto her lover.
The woman explores her desires fully with her lover…trading submission for DOMINATION.
Again they come together…in each other’s arms.
Thank you…for sharing this moment with me and I do hope you can make it out this weekend! Xxx c
A few evenings ago I attended a Charity event at Beauty Bar in NYC.
Not only did I get a complimentary glass of Chardonnay AND a kick-ass mani (day 4 and it’s still not even chipped), but I was able to view the work of some very talented erotic artists, whose work spanned both coasts.
The event, co-organized and hosted by Joanna Angel of Burning Angel (www.burningangel.com — a site dedicated to alt porn and sex-positive erotic projects), benefited porn star Jessie Lee in her recovery from a debilitating recent car accident.
There were live erotic performances.
A naugthy MC.
And general sexual tension in the air.
Still, the cause was kept in mind and everyone was encouraged to purchase displayed the art…sold at very reasonable prices.
I have ALWAYS wanted to buy art, support the talented; but I ALWAYS hesitate:
“One day, when I have enough money, for extra stuff like that.”
Art collectors are rich people, not young-ish struggling creative types like me…Yet, I always find myself admiring friends’ collections of variant art…from all price-ranges…and so, I made the decision:
This was MY night to start MY (humble) COLLECTION.
I chose this piece by, Viva Van Story (www.vivapinups.com)
Mostly because she reminded me a bit of me, that night…all 50′s pinup…with a naughty-coquettish look-it felt like the right place to start.
I am VERY pleased with my purchase and happy to support Ms. Van Story’s work as she is quite an interestingly beautiful character herself.
There once was a time when images of women were filled with secrets and mystery, intrigue and enticement. A sideways glance, the trailing smoke of a slender cigarette, a whisper of danger on cherry red lips. Photographer Viva Van Story takes us back to the days of gun molls and garters with her stunning collection of vintage-inspired imagery. Ms. Van Story eschews the modern-day trend of in-your-face sexual explicitness, instead harkening back to an era where tease and suggestion reigned supreme. Her timeless images range from smoldering seduction to coquettish playfulness.
And so…that is my story…my first piece of artwork ever bought…and the beginning of what I hope will be a vast and varied collection. I must encourage you to act in-kind, artists need one thing (that we non-artists) can give, to enable them to keep creating…MONEY and exposure…I can do that, so can YOU!
xxx c.
My next Nightlife Event is the 13th of November and will be based around the era of the 1920′s with a sleek and sexy Speak Easy theme (If you live in the NYC area CLICK HERE for details).
I am, as you might have guessed super excited and hiring talent to sing, dance, and DJ in the style of the Roaring 20′s because I can think of nothing more apropos for my birthday celebration than a PRIVATE event commemorating a time when prohibition pushed the limits partying…causing an underground movement that give rise to achievements in creativity, the arts, and lifestyle.
Specifically, The 20′s saw the the birth of iconic personalities like The Newsboy, The Cigarette Girl, Chesterfield Girls, The Gangster…and…his naughty female counterpart:
THE FLAPPER!
“Flapper” in the 1920s was a term applied to a “new breed” of young Western women who wore short skirts, bobbed their hair, listened to jazz, and flaunted their disdain for what was then considered acceptable behavior. Flappers were seen as brash for wearing excessive makeup, drinking, treating sex in a casual manner, smoking, driving automobiles and otherwise flouting social and sexual norms. Flappers had their origins in the period of liberalism, social and political turbulence and increased transatlantic cultural exchange that followed the end of the First World War, as well as the export of American jazz culture to Europe. – http://www.wikipedia.com
“Flapper” has it’s origins in a term used to describe a young bird just learning to flap it’s wings. In reality The Flapper was a lot more, she was brash…she represented the emergence of female sexuality as a force to be reckoned with…she was independent…sexy…and sassy!
As Halloween approaches I find myself pondering on the appropriate costume, with much more frustration than I ever did as a child. And I am realizing that as an adult Halloween doesn’t just have to be about throwing on a sexy outfit and downing massive quantities of alcoholic beverages and dancing the night away with like-minded friends (which it can still be of course), rather THIS YEAR I challenge you (and myself) to reach back into childhood, when you meowed in your kitty-costume or cackled as a witch…dig deep and really embody your costume…make it real!
With that mindset…I feel like THE FLAPPER is a lock…preparing you not only for a night of fun and fantasy but also imbuing it’s “wearer” with a sense of historical revolutionary spirit!
Happy Halloween…and don;t be afraid to DRESS IT UP on November 13th The Speakeasy…there will be MANY Flappers in attendance including…moi!
xxx, c.
So…I am co-hosting an event this weekend at Pranna, nd NYC Club…beautiful decor…soaring ceilings and amazing acoustics…it’s my Saturday regular spot with Blaqlist (www.theblaqlist.com). I am working on the house-music party in the cellar, which I KNOW will, with hard work, be a really special party…of course, with the help of some PHENOMENAL DJ’s like Jay Dabhi & Peter Parker….and on the promotions side…one of the most sensual creatures I have ever had the pleasure of meeting…Miss Toxik Nation…oh and when I say creature…I mean a lovely, amazing, human being…FULL of creativity…someone that I am quite honored to be working with!
THIS WEEKEND…there is a super special performance this SATURDAY the 18th at Pranna by Wynter Gordon, dance music artist extraordinaire…doing her hit, “DIRTY TALK“:
The lyrics bombard us with all variations of DIRTY TALK…as Wynter tells us she is…NO ANGEL!
Well certainly I can relate…and apparently a few of my friends can as well…we started FB’ing about being Dirty…and I discovered that DIRTY TALK truly involves ALL SENSES to be REALLY DIRTY!
Let’s delve a little DEEPER…shall we?
1 Sight
The decadence of this image is truly…a 10-course meal!
2. Smell
The chocolate…that deep almost primitively musky scent that drives us women CRAZY!
3. Hearing
Drip…Drip…Drip…
4. Taste
To the tongue…velvet…ending with the piquant nip if the strawberry…and THEN…
5. TOUCH…
Perhaps the DIRTIEST of ALL…
From ONE LITTLE DIRTY PICTURE…we seem to have covered all our DIRTY THOUGHTS and, I hope…inspired a little DIRTY TALK…in YOU!
Looking forward to sharing the evening with some of you and…stimulating conversation…perhaps?
xxx
c
