Questions from the mailbag!
“Have you ever beaten your slaves and left marks on their thighs so that they had to see it when they jerked off?”
–a random European Internet Stranger who also advises me to look up “rent-seeking behavior” on wikipedia. I know what rent-seeking behavior is, thank you very much, Mr. Mansplainer of the Year. I have at least fifty books about political and economic theory in my library right now, and God-knows-how-many journal articles. How many do you have? Do not get into an intellectual dick-measuring competition with me. Like a good Stalinist, I will liquidate you.
But on to your question…!
Well, no, but that’s a fine idea and it sounds kinda hot…
The thing is, I do not have any personal slaves at this time. I’ve had one “personal” in my life since I moved here…David, aka No. 29. I trained David over the summertime a few years ago. I haven’t written too much about him because he’d just finished college and was starting a new career, and I was protective of him.
The men that I see at the Studio in my capacity as a domme might identify as subs or slaves, but they are not my subs or slaves, although I have cultivated closer, more intimate relationships with a few of them over time (I do feel personally dominant with these men, and I enjoy it, and them, tremendously).
My professional role as a domme is is usually that of a Service Top. I do what he hires me to do, so long as it does not violate personal boundaries (his or mine). I put as much of my personality into it as possible, but I don’t have free reign to punish, discipline or train clients however I like.
Following that, many of my clients are married or in relationships. They cannot be marked in tell-tale ways…or even marked at all. They don’t want their significant other, or anyone else, inquiring about how they got the bruises or welts on their thighs.
Bruising the thighs is a great idea, though. Sometimes, if I can, I like to leave a bruise somewhere where they can see it looking down–usually on the hip or torso. I call it “The Button,” and if I poke it with my fingers or a stick or my shoe, it means they have to act out a specific command…mmm, The Button, very hawt…..
“What are your favorite movies?”
–Random Internet Stranger
You must be a woman, whoever you are.
Wow, what a date question! I feel like I’m being courted right now, as I sit here in my underpants and one of my ex-boyfriend’s old shirts, wishing I could go back to sleep or at least do some housework without waking up the birds.
Hmmm, haven’t thought about it before, but…in no particular order, here you go:
The Fog of War: Eleven Lessons from the Life of Robert S. McNamara. Errol Morris’s work is always first-rate, but I think that this is his best.
I read McNamara’s books for a university seminar. I find him repulsive but fascinating. His IQ must be in the stratosphere. (My father remembers when he would view slideshow presentations of fifty, sixty, seventy slides, all unlabeled, and McNamara could keep track of the slides…he’d say, “Go back to Slide 42.”)
Something is also very wrong with his capacity for empathy. I’d love to see this guy’s brain scans. What an arrogant, disingenuous prick. I am not a psychiatrist, but I think he is probably a sociopath, and I am not saying that because I disagree with his politics. The only time he displays emotion in this film is when he talks about things that affected him personally, like the assassination of JFK.
Next: The Thin Red Line. The film’s a little confused, but I like it because it gives me a lot to think about and when it’s good, it’s very, very good. It’s also explicitly philosophical and very American. I think Terrence Malick is the reincarnation of Walt Whitman, lol.
It’s not all Transcendentalist navel-gazing. The war scenes freak me out in a very bad way. There’s a scene where a bunch of soldiers are standing in a river, sitting ducks, awaiting their imminent doom, and they’re asking their CO for orders…and he doesn’t know what to tell them. That scene just rips my heart out, because that’s life sometimes.
Next: CASINO! I love this film! Loved it! ARRRGH! It was soooo much fun! The characters! The sets! The pen scene with Joe Pesci!
Sharon Stone was such a jerk in this movie! But god, did she ever knock it out of the park.
Mistress C and I watch this sometimes at the Studio when we’re bored. She likes Joe Pesci’s character. I am more attracted to Sam Rothstein.
Next: WINGED MIGRATION. Birds, birds, birds. Birds and more birds. Beautiful birds!
It’s also a virtual vacation. Put down the manuscript and fly to France with the cranes, man.
The Libertine. Oh, the bad old days. The film does an excellent job of capturing how wretched life must have been back then, even if one was rich.
Seriously, though, it’s very well-written and full of wisdom and the relationships are captivating and very true to life. It’s also funny as hell sometimes. I watch this film very year and I always get something out of it.
If I was an actress or artistic person, this is the sort of film I’d want to make.
Finally: The Proposition. An ultraviolent Western set in Australia. Men! Men with guns! In the desert! Go make some popcorn.
It’s a shocker. And I love the soundtrack by Nick Cave.
Downfall. I’ve read three biographies of Adolph Hitler. His constellation of personality disorders was very ODD. His entire administration…what a rogue’s gallery of losers and misanthropes. It was like revenge of the nerds gone all fucking wrong…where instead of the awesome geeks taking over and getting revenge, it was the Columbine shooters.
Anyway, the film captures what a disgusting person he was. Can you believe this weird, middling-bright fucker got 90% of the vote? Stalinism was horrific, but at least the Russian people can say: it was foisted upon us. The way the Bolsheviks seized power in the vacuum was criminal. In contrast, Nazism was an organic movement. The people loved it. They made it. And him.
I have zero sympathy for the Germans. Those Teutonic assholes caused the Franco-Prussian War, World War I, and World War II, and if you don’t think they’d march on Poland tomorrow if they could get away with it, you’re wrong. They are not the reformed techno-loving environmentalists they appear to be. Take it from me. They’re killers.
I feel pity for exactly two things: Dresden, and what happened to the women and children when Berlin finally fell. It was wrong that that happened.
I could talk about war all day. I’m worse than a dude, lol.
Those are my favorite movies off the top of my head. I also like Amadeus and that PBS special about lions and hyenas. And Immortal Beloved! I loved Immortal Beloved! And the documentary film Why We Fight. A State of Mind, about girls training for the Mass Games in North Korea, is also jaw-dropping.