We also got a bit of attention in one of the local weeklies. The November 5 – 11 issue of the Portland Mercury has a letter to the editor about the HUMP! contest and presentation. I’ll just give it to you right now:
“DEAR MERCURY – I could not have been more bored and disappointed with HUMP! Violence toward women: check. “Money shots”: check. Boring ass sex scenes (even though they were gay they were still boring): check. Phallocentric EVERYTHING (except for one film at the end?): check. I keep waiting for Portland to step up and make some gynocentric (even gyno-equal), outrageously fun smut for people who would like something outside the normal “insert dick into hole” porn we’re used to. And no, while a meat hook isn’t usually par for the course, it doesn’t count, especially if the guy has to step on the woman’s head while he does it. Do it better, Portland!
Sonora Greer-Polkow”
That’s my foot she’s talking about, lovingly stepping on MY LOVE’s head, and she’s referring to our hook – anal, not meat. As for the rest of it; I find it funny that she admits she’s waiting for someone to make some porn she’d like. Perhaps she should make it herself?
We’ve talked to a couple of friends who went to the showing they had in Seattle. The Portland Mercury is owned by the same company that runs a local weekly there - The Stranger - so they got to use our video twice. At the Seattle presentation, we were told that the anal hook going in MY LOVE’s ass, and the wire whisk going in her pussy got gasps from the crowd. Some folks visibly cringed and jerked or cowered in their seats. There was, of course, laughter, which we definitely hoped for. Winning wasn’t really the point. It was fun making the video and great hearing that people really got a kick out of it. I’m not surprised some of the content shocked a few in attendance, and to be honest with you I’m a bit proud of the fact. We didn’t set out to shock, just entertain, and I think that came through in the final cut. Next year we might actually enter with the hope of coming away with a prize.
You can see our entry on FetLife. We would put it up on Nocturne but that site doesn’t seem to be working anymore. I’ve tried two different browsers and can’t get a single video to play. It’s a shame because that was a great place to share our stuff for free, amongst other kinky freaks.
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Growing up in the Pacific Northwest, I remember hearing the adults around me talking about “California drivers”, but I had no idea what they meant. Once I got my license, I never encountered what my mother and father referred to as a “California driver”. Moving from Washington to Oregon, and doing a lot more driving, did not change this one bit. I rarely saw California license plates anywhere that I lived or commuted.
The last time we were in Los Angeles, we didn’t spend a whole lot of time on the road, but what I did notice while we were driving, was that people drove incredibly fast when traffic was light, but when the roads were packed it was absolute torture to even make it a mile. On our most recent trip, we spent nearly two weeks in California, regularly traveling long distances. My impression of California traffic, and drivers, has definitely expanded.
There are signs on the left side of any highway/freeway that say “Slower Traffic Keep Right.” Pretty easy to understand, wouldn’t you say? As a collective entity, I believe the citizens of California have decided to give the middle finger to these signs. Day after day, mile after mile, I have seen drivers completely ignore this directive and clog up the left lanes with their sheer numbers. The left lanes, which should in essence be the “fast” ones, wind up with the most vehicles in them. And these vehicles travel slowly. The right lanes, which should be full of slower-moving traffic, in fact flow much more smoothly. Maybe this is a little traffic secret I have discovered, but it made rush-hour seem not all that bad.
This applies in the city too. Drive down Sunset Boulevard in the afternoon and you will find it takes a while just to get a couple of miles. If you try to use the left lane you will find slow-moving cars in front of you, that seem to really have nowhere to go. Over in the right lane you will find us folks who would like to get to where we’re going, and get the hell out of our vehicles. We made it to our destinations in better time than I think should have been expected, because I regularly used the right lanes. I haven’t exactly lived in a ton of cities/states but the traffic I have experienced anywhere else has not been like this. The right lanes are for slower-moving traffic and the left lanes are for the faster people. California was an exception.
I also regularly experienced the kindness of California drivers when trying to make a left turn. Do they EVER pause to let people through when traffic is heavy? Fuck no. Only when they are forced to, do they relent. I once sat in the same spot for the equivalent of three traffic light changes because not one single driver would stop to let me make my turn. Two lanes of cars would pile up right next to me instead of stopping and allowing me to pass, before pulling up behind the person in front of them. They just sort of shrugged their shoulders when I honked and gave them the finger. What a nice way to be. What a way to treat fellow drivers. You should be proud.
When a traffic light turns red do you know what that means in California? It means three more cars can come through the intersection, after it has changed. It’s not on the “rule” books but I know it’s acceptable because I saw it happen over and over and over again. The sheer number of cars, and the rudeness of the people driving them can have it no other way. If you want to turn left, or make a lane change, you have to either get in a race with someone or just cut a motherfucker off to get where you are going. I can’t blame these people for being frustrated, and if I lived there I’d probably find myself adopting similar habits and traits, but as a visitor it was discouraging. Luckily I am a skilled and aggressive driver, so I fit right in.
On the way home it was the same old thing. California drivers sat in the far left lane, even when traffic was light, and flat out refused to move aside when a faster moving vehicle approached them from behind. Not until four or five vehicles passed them did they finally wake up and move the fuck over, and out of the way of the faster moving traffic. Of course, there were those that NEVER moved. This I have experienced in Oregon and Washington too, I will admit, but never as much as my little two weeks in California. I wanted to pull these people over and ask them what was going on in their heads. Are they stupid or just stubborn? Are they that completely unaware of their surroundings that they don’t realize they are moving slowly in a fast lane, and cars are piling up behind them? Or do they simply not care?
I am in no hurry, but I like to get where I’m going efficiently. I don’t like to waste time, gas or effort. If you can’t keep up with me then get the hell out of my way long enough for me to pass you. That doesn’t seem like so much to ask.
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MY LOVE writes:
***Final Day – Submissive Mollie
www.submissivemollie.com
Our final day in LA, and the combination of working with new people (which I like) and finally heading home had me pretty amped up!
We arrive at the designated location - Lair de Sade - to be met by Dragoonsblade and Smudger, the photographer. Dragoonsblade went to a lot of trouble to get things set up – location, props, even a surprise rigger – CharlyB!
We had a few glitches in the beginning, but once the day got rolling things went smoothly. Dragoonsblade had a great time throwing me around and trying to get me to scream. I know I did a tremendous amount of growling and even tried to bite him a few times – maybe a couple of screams escaped, but I held my own against this brute. ☺
We shot a variety of scenarios (some previews on www.submissivemollie.com right now) and I’ve got to say, Smudger the photographer makes me look GOOD!!!! The final scene of the day was with Sire Kane. He allowed us to use the space at Lair de Sade for filming all day. In exchange we shot a couple photo sets for the dungeon and they turned out really well! Of course how could they not with a big muscled Adonis in the frame?
Thank you Dragoonsblade, Smudger, CharlyB and Sire Kane for an intense, exhausting and exhilarating day.***
NOTE: We will be giving special, separate thanks to Smudger, for his magnificent photography, in a post coming very soon. He has a “straight” job, with many “straight” clients, so keeping him anonymous is unfortunately necessary. But more on that amazing fellow later…
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Pictures and video are up for a scene MY LOVE/Catherine de Sade did for Infernal Restraints. Here are their pictures and their description:
"With her hood on catherine doesn’t know if she has her privacy or not. So when she has to pee she just has to pray that no one is watching. PD keeps good track of his bitches well, and he loves seeing her humiliated. But pissing in public is not something that can go unpunished. He grabs his whip and begins to work it over her body. Each snap brings a sharp yell from her lips. The gag he puts in her mouth lets him pour more water down her throat until she can’t take any more.
While PD is waiting for all of that water to make its way down he has to entertain himself somehow. He does so by tormenting her tits with a cane and then clamping her nipples to her fingers. Every time she struggles they pull tight and she has a lot of fight in her. It takes a while before she starts to pee and there is a lot of pain to endure in the mean time.
PD runs a current right into catherine’s ass and starts to cane it to a nice, bright pink. The gag in her mouth is getting tiresome and he decides that his cock is a much better fit. He fucks her face with her ass hole full of electricity until he feels like he’s had enough, then turns the current going through her up even further. she’s hooded by a sack and when he soaks it with water it becomes even more difficult for her to breathe. And for her perseverance she is rewarded. He vibrates her clit and it feels amazing to her. Even with the charge in her ass rising in intensity she can’t stop herself from loving it.
PD has a device for every occasion. When he has a bitch that needs to have all her holes filled there is a perfect way to keep her in the right position. Her face and pussy are right at cock level and if she doesn’t want to do the work, the entire apparatus rocks for easy fucking. her cunt is wet and ready for dick and PD is always looking bury his. And when he’s had enough she’s still a horny slut. she loves his vibrator and enjoys it even more with his hands in her holes. she comes fast and she comes hard, and she doesn’t stop until PD has decided she has had enough."
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We have returned from our week-long stay in Seattle. As it turned out, MY LOVE/Catherine de Sade did very little shooting, so when she writes in posts to come we are going to call it a mini-series. Aren’t we freakin’ clever!
As always, we are extremely happy to be home. Being away from our familiar surroundings gets rougher and rougher every time we do it. Traveling is not so bad, but staying in hotels and rented condos is very uncomfortable for the both of us. This is especially unfortunate because we rely on the ability to escape the world by cuddling up on the couch, watching movies and just spending quiet time together. When we are on the road, things like a loud neighbor in an adjacent hotel room can totally ruin that for us. It gets me particularly agitated, but I am admittedly a bit mentally unstable.
I made an effort, last time around, to not complain about the places we stayed in. I don’t want to bore anyone, or sound like a whiner, but sometimes things are just bad enough that I can’t help but say something. I guess this is one of those times. Our last four days in Seattle were spent in a hotel that had many problems. The room we were assigned to did not smell good – did someone piss in the closet? – but we lit candles to make it bearable. The thermostat was located directly below the only heating vent in the room, so we had to jack that sucker up to 80+ degrees to fool it into actually heating the whole space, instead of just the immediate area around it. And it was friggin’ COLD in Seattle! Internet access, although free of charge, was slow and we regularly lost service compeletly. When we first got to our room, we had to stay in it and wait for one of the hotel employees to bring us a refrigerator and microwave. We later had to get personal assistance with the television and DVD player they provided because we simply could not figure out how to get them working properly. And remember that closet that smelled of urine? It had Rubbermaid bins for storage, which seemed to upset MY LOVE more than anything else. We had to have the key cards we were issued, upon arrival, rescanned three times because doors and elevators would suddenly stop accepting them. And the punch line? We were on the third floor but the ice machines were on the even-numbered floors. No big deal, except when I took our ice chest up to the fourth floor to fill it, that machine was out of order. I walked two more flights up the stairs, got all the ice I needed, and then lugged it down three flights. But that’s hardly the end of the story…
On our last morning, I woke to find that there was no hot water with which to take a shower. That was the last straw. I went down and had a word with the manager. When I initially approached him, his reaction was not sincere, and I confronted him with this. Stepping out of his role, I got the guy to really listen to me. It was clear we were not happy and he was willing to do something about it. I declined his offer for a free night on a future visit, telling him emphatically that we would not be returning, and accepted his offer of one night taken off of our current bill. MY LOVE had to do some talking on the phone because she made our reservation over the internet, through a separate company, but the charge was eventually taken off.
We keep asking ourselves – are we too picky? I’ll admit, my pessimistic attitude might help me look for flaws in places and situations, but I am genuinely interested in comfort and excellence and seem unable to get it, find it, or even pay for it. Mediocrity reigns, everywhere we go. Nobody cares because apparently they don’t really have to. There are enough people out there who have LOWERED their expectations that a place like the one described above gets a nearly four-star rating. I’m not kidding! Maybe that explains the way our fellow hotel guests act when they are in the building. We hear people hold loud conversations in the hallways, well after midnight, and they slam their doors closed as if nobody on the entire floor could possibly be sleeping. People are either completely oblivious to their surroundings, and the effect their behavior has upon them, or they are just stupid, rude assholes. Go to a movie theatre and you find the same fucking people will sit right behind you. I’ve been confronted with this enough to come to the conclusion that most people are clueless idiots who resent it when you tell them they are being loud and disrespectful. This, in turn, brings out the best in their personalities and that is what I’m faced with when I knock on a door and ask someone to quiet down. It’s what I get when I finally snap and tell the idiots, talking in the seats behind me during a film, to “Try shutting up”. Sometimes I get the kind of reaction I would like - genuine remorse or regret - but most of the time the reactions are full of anger and ignorance. That’s my fellow man…
I want to know what happened to mutual respect and basic common decency? I am self-centered but respectful, and very aware of how my actions affect those around me. I don’t carry on loud, profanity-filled conversations on my phone, in public. I shut my mouth when a film begins. When I’m on an airplane I try not to bump the seat in front of me, if I can help it, and I certainly don’t put my knees into the middle of it and try to stretch out. But that’s another blog/rant about our plane ride to Hawaii. I guess MY LOVE and I are exceptional people. We care about the effect we have on our surroundings. We try to treat others the way we want to be treated, although we are rarely ever repaid in kind. People suck, thus the nearly desperate desire to escape the rest of the world…
Done complaining. Updates, California Slut Chronicles and more coming soon!
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