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Susie Bright was in NY a few weeks ago, and interviewed Chelsea Girl. The podcast is here. It sounds fantastic. And I had forgotten about the origins of her blog.
And I’m meeting Susie this weekend at Blogher. Yay!
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…I want you to spank me, I say.
“What would you like me to spank you with?†He asks. “The new spanker? My hand? The flogger?â€
It’s up to you, I say, and I lay prone on his bed, my bare ass raised on a dais of pillows; I imagine its good-natured spread like twin generous helpings of ice cream pooling on the bed.
“Good answer,†Donny says and retrieves the new spanker from his drawer. The new spanker has been sitting in his drawer, unused, bereft and lonely, quiet as an unread Trollope novel, since I bought it for him in April. Made of braided leather cording, it’s a sweet, stingy little whippy thing, just about 10†in length and shaped like an old-fashioned carpet beater. I bought it because I thought that Donny wouldn’t be able to resist its Celtic knotted charm and because I thought it would leave interesting whorls and lines on my vanilla cupcake ass.
Donny kneels on the bed beside me and slowly draws the edge of the spanker down my spine, across the dale of my lower back, up and around the swelling hills of my ass. He curves and swirls the toy across my skin, like he is writing on me in invisible ink, like he is skating across the landscape of my body, like he is authoring my anticipation, which unlike the previous phrases is no simile. (more. . .)
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The introductory post for this series.
Chelsea Gir’sl endowments include breasts that are fake and spectacular, and a vocabulary as capacious as her good-natured ass. She writes at pretty dumb things. And today is her two year blogday.
When did you start blogging?
I started blogging almost exactly two years ago–my two year anniversary will be next week.
What do you like about blogging?
The best aspect of blogging for me is having an open forum for me to write about whatever I feel like writing about; this openness has allowed me to learn how to write with a kind of freedom I’ve never had before and with feedback from actual live humans. The other best aspects are that I’ve made contacts in the world of publishing and in my personal life. I have met people through blogging I’d never have met otherwise, whether it’s writers like Terry Teachout and Susie Bright or friends like you, like O, like Karl Elvis. Finally, I’ve started to make some money from blogging. It’s not a tremendous amount, but it’s something, and this money seriously helps. I feel like writing my pretty dumb things has created change for me in unforeseen ways. Not only have I become a better writer, but I have learned tremendous amounts about myself, met new people, and created the possibility of becoming a published author.
Is blogging a major or minor way of connecting to other people for you?
Both. I have friends I’ve met from blogging, I have professional connections I’ve made from blogging, but because of recent events, I’ve become much more reticent to meet new people through my blogging. Certainly, the connection I feel between my writing and people is a major part of my life. I enjoy the comments I get on posts, as long as they’re thoughtful and constructive, but the letters that people take the time to write to me mean even more. I am regularly gobsmacked that my writing touches people and that they care enough to tell me so. That, in and of itself, is major.
Where’s your blog? Do you use a free hosted service (Blogger,Wordpress, Livejournal, AOL, Google Pages, etc.) or do you have your own domain and web server?
I use Typepad. I am HTML-reduced, and it seemed the most user friendly.
What do you do to promote your blog or your writing (using tags in your post, blog roll, del.icio.us, Digg, Pingoat)?
I don’t promote my blog. I never really have, other than leaving comments on other people’s writing at the beginning of my blogging. I’ve been tremendously lucky to have garnered the readership I have considering that I don’t do much beyond a blog roll. I’m truculent and don’t play well with others, and I don’t know how to add tags. So I’m just really, really lucky.
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…Which to me is just dumb-ass. Why, I wonder, does sex remain a bad thing when we have television commercials, golden-lit and Vaseline-washed, of silver-haired couples holding hands with the spark-spark glimmer of erotic light in their eyes? How can fucking continue to be a verboten topic in mainstream media when everything—everything—from Dr. Ruth to Dr. Phil to Oprah to Good Housekeeping is telling we should have it?
As confusing as I continue to find this pink ghetto of writing, I am yet more confused by the reaction of sex-positive publications. Last fall, I was published in UK’s Scarlet Magazine, which is a magazine that best might be described as “Sex In The City on Spanish fly and after viewing ‘Dirt-Pipe Milkshakes 2’.†Recently, an editor contacted me to ask if I’d like to submit some stuff for their “Cliterature†sections.
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…And menstrual sex, the kind fueled by unbridled friskiness, makes these blank moments the best. My body a tripod of two knees and my left elbow, my right hand making busy tiny messy circles on my tiny messy clit, my boyfriend behind me, I feel the bedroom dissolve around me like an acid dream. The beige walls turn misty, the mirror melts and pools, the bookcase liquefies into formlessness, the bed below me sinks and puddles. There is no bedroom, there is no apartment, there is no city pulsing outside. There is nothing.
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chelseagirl, erotica, period, sexblogs, sex+blogs
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PBS’ Mark Glaser has a outstanding analysis about the erotic blogs that went missing in Google, has great quotes from Matt Sutts, violet blue and Danny Sullivan:
So what if a few sex blogs drop down in Google search results? The problem is that with so much power concentrated in one company, Google, one small mishap has the potential to punish small independent blogs or web businesses that depend on Google-generated traffic. In late 2003, Google performed what was called the Florida Update on its search index, which caused small businesses such as FindGreatLawyers.com and Unforgettable Honeymoons to lose their ranking on relevant Google search terms. (Read about those case studies and more in this great story
on SearchEngineWatch.)
He links to Google, Danny Sullivan and Google’s Webmaster Central, then forgets to link to the erotic blogs in question. Feh.
OK, Mark (or his intern, or whoever was formatting his post) , it’s Comstock Films (http://www.comstockfilms.com/) and Pretty Dumb Things (http://prettydumbthings.typepad.com/), got it?
Feh.
Update: Please go visit the PBS Ombudsmen’s form and tell them to update the links.
bloggers, blogging, mattcutts, Google, search, seo, violetblue
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As I’ve known for awhile now, Chelsea Girl has a serious blogstalker:
What I will not tolerate, however, is public venom. Last week, someone, who may or may not be the same person or persons writing the comments and emails above, chose to search me out and to out me in a slew of comments in an open website visited by my students—for many reasons, I’m not going to name the site. Suffice to say that it’s a site widely visited by college students and where naturally professors are often among the topics discussed. Some person posted my blog name next to my name no fewer than twenty times and exhorted my students to read it.
Be careful out there, please. She is not the only target.
bloggers, blogging, harassment, stalker
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Dear Google,
What happened? Where’s the love? You used to bring me flowers, you used to sing me love songs. You used to bring me traffic, at any rate.
At first I thought you were just busy. I know, it’s the holidays and you’ve got lots of parties to go to, lots of froogle gifts to pick out according to price or relevance or location, lots of stuff you need to do all over the world. I figured you were just working late. I assumed you were doing your own thing. We never said we’d be exclusive, and I didn’t want to be the big blog bitch and be all waving the big “hell, no†finger in your face and calling you a two-million-timer. So I took it easy and said nothing.
But I can’t be silent anymore. You know I’m big on communication, and we were good together, baby. Sure, I admit, I wasn’t always thrilled to pieces with the crowd you brought to my parties. Mr. “Litter Girls Pussy†and his friend “Grandmas bloody fuckfest†really weren’t my type. And that guy “monkey fuck panties†really left a big mess in the corner that one time. But if having them hanging around was the price I had to pay to have “loving things to say to your lover†and “giantess farting houses†visit every now and again, I was cool with it. I could deal. Plus, you brought so many people who were just looking for me and my pretty dumb things, and that always put a great big smile on my virtual face.
But now, baby…I haven’t heard from you in days. Have you lost my number? Is it something I said? What is it, Google-baby? Tell me you haven’t lost that lovin’ feeling. (more…)
google, search, seo, sexblogs, sex+blogs
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…We women get very little cultural latitude. It’s really no small wonder, then, why so many of us now are venerating the bad girl, perhaps more than ever. It’s really pretty overdetermined to be a good girl. You have to be so much to so many; you kind of have to wonder when you get to be what you want to yourself. Good girls are allowed to like sex now, and that’s a new phenomena. However, they still have to like it only in certain prescribed regulated ways. Girls still wonder how many sex partners are too many, as if there’s a golden number and past that you are forever emblazoned with a big baroque “S†for “slut.â€
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blogging, bloggers, feminism, sexblogs, sex blogs
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Chelsea Girl on aggressive body management:
One night rather late in my strip career, I was perched in the stool in the dressing room, resting my feet, trying not to look at the lines in my face and wonder what the hell I was doing there. Selena exited the bathroom stalls, dressed only in her g-string and heels and passed by my chair. As she did, I could see quite a few long curly hairs glistening blonde against her toasted marshmallow loins.
Completely inappropriately, I reached down and pulled at the hairs, uncoiling them to their fullest length.
Don’t you want to tuck those in? I asked, aghast that anyone would show pubic hair.
“No,†Selena purred, “I like to show them. It gives the mens a tease,†and dress on, she flounced out the door.
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The Secretariat
The secretary was bent over the desk with her skirt bunched up over her back and her panties pooled by her feet. Her breathing was strained and she tried to look at the wall clock by her left side, praying that her lateness wouldn’t be noticed. Her cheap rayon H&M blouse was pushed carelessly up her chest, exposing her breasts, which had been pulled out and over the top of her beige bra.
Binder clips were cruelly pinching her nipples.
“Keep facing forward,†she heard from behind her, and then the soft whoosh of the rolling chair’s wheels on the industrial carpet. She flinched in blind preparation; she knew something painful was going to happen, but she wasn’t sure what.
There was the clank and rustle of something to the right and behind her. The metal cup and rack that held her office tools. She knew the sound well. (more…)
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Here is mine.
My financial life treads on the edge of an abyss. Lately, through a tremendous amount of simply dogged work, I’ve managed to somehow make up the consistent $500 gap between what I make as an adjunct and what I need to live. You regular readers of my pretty dumb things—and it is you to whom I’m primarily making this plea—know that I’m a Ph.D. candidate in literature. We Ph.D. candidates don’t make much as teachers.
It’s a crumby hand-to-mouth existence.
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But mostly, I lost my nesty due to having to pay for drugs. Not recreational drugs, but medicinal. Flonase and some kind of hyped-up Henry Rollins Amoxycillan, actually. Because, you see, while I do have health insurance, it’s crap health insurance. It doesn’t cover drugs. And so yesterday, I had to spend an out-of-pocket $213 on medicine to help me get better (I also spent $65 on a doctor’s visit because in my sinus-infected weakened condition, it seemed a bonny choice to go to the walk-in doctor’s by my house rather than trek on the subway up to my school). (more…)
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Yesterday, in response to my post “voraginous,†an entry wherein I detail the continuing adventures of me, my lover, my mouth and his cock, I received this comment:
I find myself, after appreciating how wonderful your writing is, hoping that your focus ultimately expands beyond the corporeal. I’m likely not representative of the lion’s share of your readership in finding that your tribute to the love you had for your dog—for instance–is vastly more…(forgive me) penetrating…than you and Donny’s doubtless thrilling relationship, but I can’t help wanting more from a mind as impressive as yours. Of course, sexuality—in every dimension and permutation—deserves celebration and wonder, but at the end of the day, we still stare our loved ones in the face and come to terms with something else.
I appreciate this person’s compliments to my writing ability and my mind, but while there is no validation like free validation, this validation is not free. This reader’s praise comes with a price, a qualification, a niggling slam, a sniffy subtext, and that is this: that what my wonderful writing and impressive mind chooses to explore—often, though not exclusively, sex—is just not worthy.
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It’s the last Friday of the month, and that means it’s time for T.A.E., Truly Awful Erotica. Last month we “enjoyed” a “dirty” “story.” This month, it’s something a bit deferent.See how much you can stand before you howl in agony…And if you want to play along, send me a link and I’ll add your post to mine. It’s a gang bang of really awful fun! Truly Awful Erotica, so bad it’s almost good…
“You had me at Ben Dover,†I sighed. He had just Finnished ploughing into my form behind. Mmmmmm….It had felt so grate.
We had corresponded on teh Internets for weaks before we finally saw each other in the flesh. I couldn’t weight to meat him. His pitchers were so hot—he was tall and handsome with washbored abs, dark brooding eyes and the most luscious pecker I’d ever seen. It was just gorges. I have to admit, I blue the jpeg up to what I thought was actual size, and would hold up my favorite dildo next to it for comparison. He was hug! I was so exited!
Every time I saw his email in my in-box I got whet with anticipation. Still, though, I was nervous meeting him because I didn’t no what to except. I’ve been burned with Internet dating before, and so I defiantly felt a little sacred.
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InFocus Girls
Comstock Films
I Feel Myself
I Shot Myself
Tasty Trixie
Beautiful Agony
SkinVideo
For the Girls
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Nena Blue
Femjoy
Gallery Carre
gODDESS
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Magdalena Frackowiak - Dansk #26 by Anders Sølvsten Thomsen, Fall/Winter 2011
