Archive for June, 2009
EroticaLA, Klown Diva, Green Revolution!
June 21st, 2009
Much as we enjoyed frolicking nude and sharing simultaneous orgasms in the desert, we were eager to return to our own hedonistic oasis here in the Soul of Downtown LA. To better understand why, check out this video of opera star/fetish couture designer Malena Teves welcoming us home with an impromptu rendition of “Come Rain or Come Shine,” first a cappella, then accompanied by Kozmic the Klown on my great grandmom’s (untuned) 1926 Steinway:
Isn’t Malena awesome? When stuff like this happens in your *living room,* why would you want to leave home? This is why I hardly ever leave the Speakeasy/Institute. But contrary to rumors, I’m not agoraphobic. In fact, I came back from Sea Mountain just in time to go out again to Erotica LA!
Naked Desert Storm
June 16th, 2009
I’ve always wanted to spend my birthday in my birthday suit. Usually I do some kind of b-day show or soirée with clothing (albeit skimpy clothing), but since June 10th fell on a Wednesday – not a great party night – this year, Max and I decided to get away from “it all,” including all of our clothes. So we took a trip to a place we’d never been called Sea Mountain Resort, even though it’s nowhere near the sea. Nor is it in the mountains, though it’s nestled at the dusty toes of the Santa Rosa foothills.
But how to get there from here? We weren’t about to drive from Downtown LA to Desert Hot Springs. Nor did we want to pay someone else hundreds of dollars to chauffeur us. Having one of our friends drive seemed to defeat the purpose of “getting away from it all.” Trains only run every other day, and not the days we wanted to travel. As for flying, the security lines and drive to the airport would have taken just as long as driving directly to Desert Hot Springs. So…what about the bus? Our Westside friends cringed at the thought. How could we take a Greyhound bus? Well, we did. And it was awesome.
Shock & Awe at Speakeasy BDSM Gala!
June 1st, 2009
As the efficacy of nonconsensual torture is debated around the world, consensual torture found a home right here at Block Studios, a.k.a. “Dr. Suzy’s Speakeasy,” last Saturday night, in the name of “safe, sane,” but intensely passionate BDSM. Shock & Awe filled the gallery, the studios, the Womb Room and even some of the rest rooms, but it didn’t come from a bomb, exploding in death and destruction. It came from a few whips, some rope and a violet wand, climaxing in communal joy, emotional release and deep multiple orgasms.
Words can’t convey the kinky camaraderie and ineffable ecstasy of the evening. Photos do it some justice, as you can see by clicking on some of the amazing images of pain, pleasure and rapture to the right of this bloggamy. But you can only view the really hot XXX-rated photos when you join.
