We left for Hawaii on the 30th of September and didn’t come back home until the 6th of October. Nine days later we were headed to Los Angeles for a 10-day visit. We began driving on October 16th and didn’t head home until the 26th. We stayed in one place for nearly two weeks – twelve days to be exact – before it was time to drive to Seattle.
We left our Central Oregon home on Sunday morning and made it there in good time. Our accommodations were decent enough but you know by now how picky, and unlucky we are, so I’ll just skip any talk about that. The first few days were not about our business, so MY LOVE was not off shooting with anyone. Seattle was cold and we spent a lot of time in our room, staying warm and watching the damn television. I tell you, we spend so little time looking at it when we’re home that it almost feels naughty when we can just sit there and watch hour after hour. I guess that’s binging?
Next post I will tell you about a little fun I had at an adult establishment while MY LOVE was busy doing important stuff. I visited the Lusty Lady…
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"I am a fan of girls using paper shredders (the bigger, the better). We have also a fanclub for this (no joke).
So do you have access to a paper shredder or have you ever shredded paper? And how big is the shredder and what would be the price for a video?"
I gave this person what I'm sure seemed like an unreasonable quote. The problem with these strange/odd/peculiar fetishes is that they are not widely or wildly popular. Fanclub or not, there probably aren't enough paying perverts out there who would buy a clip like this for it to be worth it to us. What further complicates things is that the content really doesn't fit in with the rest of "what we do". You know, all that brutal, dark, aggressive sex and paper shredding we do...
Once again, I want to stress that we are not making fun of anybody, merely sharing the strangeness with you. Perhaps this sharing will help you other sick weirdos comfortable with your own disgusting, perverted and frightening fantasies. All that aside, I want to know how someone can eroticize shredding paper? I should probably just write the guy who sent us the request but I felt bad enough turning him down. An amusing mystery...
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Do you remember the contest we entered in Portland, Oregon, called HUMP!? Well, we didn’t win anything for our efforts – at least not prize-wise. We did earn some gasps, a number of cringes and quite a few laughs from the audience. Or so we were told. MY LOVE and I could not attend the event in Portland because we were in California at the time.
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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