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 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.
“What kind of party is this?”
I have heard it time and time again, concerning my events or smaller get togethers.
The simple answer is:
“It’s an intimate event for friends and lovers.”
The implied meaning being:
This is an adult-themed sexually-charged party, for those who comfortable enough with themselves and their loved ones to explore and express their desires in a respectful and safe manner.
Response:
“Oh so it’s a swinger party!”
Answer:
“No, this is a party for everyone, inclusive of all orientations, genders, fetishes, disabilities…abilities…shapes…sizes, etcetera.”
Question:
“Do people have sex?”
Response:
“If they want; no, if they do not want.”
Question:
“Are they naked?”
Answer:
“No, usually it’s just me…and anyone else who I am successful at undressing.”
I suppose the short of it is:
I wanted to create an atmosphere of sensual abandon, not a place of a singular or exclusive mindset, rather an INCLUSIVE mindset…a space where people perhaps get to be and do things they have only fantasized about in erotic imaginings. It’s a rather ambitious mission statement I realize, but it’s mine…and my only wish is to make it OUR REALITY.
As my friend Marselette always says, “Party on, or move on.”
xxx conchita.
(image credit: www.bpsproductions.com)
This weekend will be my first private event in a long while, and to say I am excited would be an understatement.
I began throwing events in NYC almost 10 years ago and have always had partners as I enjoy the discovery of collaboration. This event is in collaboration with Sax DMA from The Vanilla Party (check their blog HERE, tasty images abound!), and promises to be a rather eclectic and entertaining new beginning. As you know, if you have perused any aspect of my blog, I enjoy fantasy and costume paired with anything erotic, and you can be sure this event will encompass all three of those essential components!
1. Fantasy: A “Back to School” theme
2. Costume: Nerds, sexy school girls, pervy gym coaches, jocks, and geeks will represent
3. Erotic: I am not sure I have ever thrown a party where everyone actually kept their clothes on!
The most compelling part of this event is that it is NOT for any single group or subgroup (swingers, hipsters, BDSM, fetish, alt, gay, straight, black., white…you get the idea), this event is for EVERYONE!
Everyone who desires a bit more titillation and substance from their night-out, those who want to go home with memories that make them grin and maybe a bite mark or two to make them cringe the next day…and then smile!
When I started throwing parties it was to bring people together, to offer a space that would foster the development a unique network of friends who don’t judge rather who love, accept, and encourage. I have that. I am thankful…and to be honest I just want to keep it going…for YOU…for me!
and now…LET’S FUCKING GET THIS PARTY STARTED!!!
xxx conchita.
It’s great to be a nerd, it’s great to be a nerd
The only light we ever see is from our moniter
We argue about comic books and internet connections
The biggest highlight of the year is the star trek convention
Our town’s not big enough to sign up any stars
But we once met a red shirt who was phasered by a borg
(man, he knew mr. sulu!) (what? )
It’s great to be a nerd, it’s great to be a nerd
We wear our star trek uniforms and talk like captain kirk
We have our own heroes who we try to emulate
I dream of one day being as sexy as bill gates
We hate watching sports ’cause we’re reading carl sagan
But we’d watch the olympics if they played dungeons and dragons
(I’m a hobbitt! ha ha ha ha!)
It’s great to be a nerd, it’s great to be a nerd
We think tolkein was a genius and shakespeare was a turd
We rarely get a date or get talked to by a girl
Unless they’re having trouble with their algebra homework
We’re emotionally bereft and we’re sexually frustrated
But we can download photographs of agent scully naked
It’s great to be a nerd, it’s great to be a nerd
We know the truth is out there but we’d have to leave our room
We are the nerds in your neighbourhood
Polyester’s a fashion statement
But there’s more room on the beach for you
’cause we’re locked in our basement
It’s great to be a nerd, it’s great to be a nerd
We like to wear colours that do not appear in nature
It’s great to be a
Poorly-dressed fashionless
Star trekking roleplaying
Ninety pound when wet down
Pasty skinned pop drinking
Underfed genius
Yes, it’s great to be a nerd
(from Arrogant Worms)
In the interest of giving you nymphobrainiacs a heads-up…tomorrow Trojan is giving away 10,000 vibes across the city!
I can’t vouch for its functionality…I have yet to try these “over-the-counter” vibes I’ve spied as I wait to pick up my birth control script…but with a well known name and a $35 price tag, this lil-thang must get the job done at the very least!
As per Trojan on Facebook, we will have to check back to tomorrow when the secret locals will be revealed…I don’t know about you, but I will definitely be there…
“Free Orgasms! FREE ORGASMS FOR SALE!!!”
I’ll save you a spot on line…xxx c.
This Saturday was one to remember…yes, it was a WILD NIGHT: we celebrated, we danced, we partied, we laughed, we kissed, we gave lap dances, we sang, we drank, we talked, we shared…but more than that: WE LOVED ONE ANOTHER…and that is the memory I (we) can hold on to FOREVER! Cheers to Wild Nights! xxx c.
Wild nights! Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!Futile the winds
To a heart in port,
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart.Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor
To-night in thee!
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
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.
