Foot love

November 30, 2005

It occurred to me recently that I�ve never really written about my love for toes, shoes, stockings and all things leg and foot. Sure, I�ve written about the professional foot sessions here and there, and I�ve mentioned foot play in some of my sex posts, but I�ve never really composed an ode to feet. Perhaps this is because my love for feet has often been encapsulated in the realm of professional sex, perhaps because it�s been a delicately rising crescendo of fetishism, or perhaps I just suck and just have not toed that line (I couldn�t resist).

But anyway, this is a good week to write about foot love, because this Thursday I�ll be talking about my piece in Everything You Know About Sex is Wrong, which is called �My First Fetish, or How I Fought Mediocrity.� The piece is inspired by events of four years ago, when I was but a wee girl of 21, immersed in sexual cultures beyond my imagination while doing research for the then-nascent Museum of Sex, when people would ask me on almost a daily basis what my fetish was, and I had no answer, perhaps partly because I�ve always really enjoyed straight-up fucking with my partners and haven�t been suitably distracted by various kinks (read the book, I swear my piece about this is way funny). In the grand scale of things I still feel like I�m fairly vanilla, but I guess this is all a matter of relativity. Point being, there aren�t specific items I need within my grasp or eye-grasp to get off � but there are things I enjoy. Increasingly, these are of the foot persuasion.

My liking for feet started when I was in high school and a boy licked my toes. I liked it a lot and have been trying to get my partners to do it ever since, with minimal success. In recent years, I�ve been told time and time again that there is a way this whole foot thing works � men like checking out women�s feet and shoes, and women like buying and wearing shoes. Well, I definitely like buying and wearing shoes, but I also like seeing women in sexy footwear (and you know, touching it), because I�m a little pervy like that.

These days I own a whole collection of shoes that have never been walked in in the great outdoors � partly because I wouldn�t be able to get very far in them. My taste in shoes is varied, but also pretty specific. My everyday shoes are of the large and clunky variety - presently I�m pretty obsessed with my Fluevog bondgirl boots. But the no-outdoor play shoes� it�s a different story. I have a variety of platform fetish shoes and stripper type open toed shoes, but recently I�ve been very keen on stilettos, with the heel tucked slightly underneath the shoe and plenty of toe cleavage. As a fetish shoe-drooler, I like shoes that look super uncomfortable and make walking difficult. I am also a big fan of pretty bare feet, and I just love the way a sole looks when it�s all wrinkled from toe-pointing. I could also go on and on about stockings � but suffice to say I don�t have one specific kind I like, I love stockings in all their various glory.

I began to really learn about and enjoy this kink when I started doing professional foot sessions, which I initially thought would be an easy and non-sex kind of sex work. I quickly realized that instead of being merely tolerant of foot fetish sessions, I was definitely into it. This is kind of a confusing thing to confront as a sex worker � sure, it�s excellent to enjoy your work, but it�s weird to be caught unawares. The other tricky part of the whole equation was that I was only experiencing foot fun with my clients, because none of my recreational partners were into it. Although I wasn�t creating a list of to-dos with my clients, I was of course able to choose what I was willing to participate in (yes, I will throw pies at your crotch; no, you cannot throw pies at my face), and led into a kinky world of fun, while getting paid for my trouble. I�m not sure if I would�ve done the exploration I�ve done footwise without getting paid for it, partly because I didn�t know I had it in me, and there certainly wasn�t anyone bringing it out in my personal sex life. Perhaps the paid experience just accelerated the learning curve for me � being exposed to so many desires did make me more interested in exploring my own desires separately from my work life.

Nowadays I actually incorporate foot fun into my recreational sex, and it�s goddamn fabulous. I think I get almost as excited about my partner�s desire for my feet and his interest in my shoe collection as I do about the actual play itself (almost). In a weird way, I�m actually experiencing the very thing my clients were paying for � permission to enjoy and express a kink.

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Interviews: almost as good as a post

November 22, 2005

Kirby, of the very excellent and hilarious Goodie Bag TV, did an interview with me this week which he’s got up on his blog, with a slightly silly picture of me from one of my CityKittie.com sets.

The interview includes such bits as this:

Waking Vixen seems like it was an emotional necessity for you. What would have happened to you without it?

I started Waking Vixen after a porn site I was working on with my best friend and my boyfriend at the time collapsed under the weight of interpersonal drama, financial strain and creative differences. We�d been working, creating content, and developing concepts for nearly a year when the whole thing went to hell and I felt like I�d been left behind the curve of the alt porn movement, that I�d made a big mistake in pouring all my energy and money into a project in which I had to rely on other people. I started Waking Vixen when I really needed something of my own, and I can�t really imagine what I would�ve done without it.

Interviews are awesome not just because I’m narcissistic and like talking about myself but because when I’m interviewd by smart people I’m pushed to consider interesting questions about myself and my work, plus I reveal slightly different things than I reveal here.

Right-o. Check out the rest of the interview and then do yourself a favor and peruse Goodie Bag TV. I highly recommend Polly Wally, a short that played at CineKink this fall and takes delightful little jabs at the fickle lives of polyamorists.

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Feminism is...

November 21, 2005

1.Belief in the social, political, and economic equality of the sexes. 2.The movement organized around this belief.

That is, according to Dictionary.com. On the personal level (because after all, the personal is political), I�d say that feminism is the freedom for women (primarily, but men as well) to make uncoerced choices about their bodies, families, careers, lives, etc.

But what is coercion � is it outright force, gun to the head style, or is it something subtler, maybe even so subtle that the woman herself doesn�t know she�s being messed with? If you are genuinely happy where you are, is that bad? Is happiness a kind of false consciousness that could be yanked away if The Facts were provided?

Perhaps more to the point, who owns feminism, who says what is and is not feminist?

I�m personally a firm believer that there are many feminisms, and that feminism is largely about choice and self-determination for women. My own feminism has taken many different shapes over time. Certainly when I was a teenager my brand of feminism did not embrace BDSM, cooking, or wearing high heels. My, how things change. I very much identify as a feminist, even if it�s a bad word, even if other feminists think I�m bad and evil, but sometimes I wonder what it is and looks like for me.

This weekend I had this peculiar realization that my relationship replicates some rather standard gender roles: he won�t let me pay for anything when we go out, so to get even I cook up a goddamn storm and stuff him full whenever he�s at my house. Of course there are myriad unorthodox things about this relationship otherwise (oh let me count the ways), so it�s not like I�m completely kow-towing to the goddess of domesticity or whatever. But still, it set me to thinking about choices � choices seem much more feminist when they are against the grain of gender roles. I would get more kudos (and boast more) if he were cooking me meals and I was capable of paying for his entertainment out on the town, but the fact is that the opposite is a considered choice that I�m happily participating in.

So then I think about the sex industry and the feminist impulse I have within it. An industry built around men�s desires to look at and touch women�s bodies and have said women do the men�s bidding? Not so awesome, not so feminist. Women deciding to use what they�ve got and exploit men�s money and desires? A little more awesome, a little more feminist. But this isn�t an either or scenario � both are happening at the same time, different sides of the same coin, even if the men are think to themselves that they can buy and sell bitches and women think that they can get pathetic men to do whatever they want and get paid. And of course this is all complicated by the fact that not all � or even anywhere near most � sex workers consider themselves feminists; many would scoff at such a suggestion. It�s ridiculous to tout sex work as an across the board feminist choice of profession, because it just flat out isn�t for most women. But for some, it is.

Does this mean that absolutely anything can be feminist, depending on the thought behind it? I�m not so sure. But does it then follow that some things are inherently not feminist? I�m not so sure about that either. Conclusive, eh?

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Outside the new monogamy (looking in?)

November 18, 2005

You may have read a bit about the hullabaloo around New York magazine�s sex issue, with the skinny nekkid white folks on the cover and the articles about the sex. There’s a piece in the issue called “The New Monogamy” by perennial favorites and ex-Nervers Em and Lo that I read with interest. The article focuses on The Couple, and what a more expansive view of the bonds of a monogamous relationship may be for some couples.

As I read the piece, I kept wondering - but what about the folks outside of the new monogamy relationship, the people that would be referred to as “the other woman” or “the other man” if we were talking about cheating? I understand that this article was specifically about couples and how they negotiate boundaries and come to an understanding that may include sexual and/or romantic interactions with people outside of the primary relationship (to drop a little bit of polyamorous terminology on ya). That said, what about those other people who are necessary to accomplish this feat of non-monogamy, the people who play with people in serious, long-term primary relationships.

The article painted a picture of these couples, but dropped off sharply when describing the other folks involved, their feelings and motivations. Although I am pretty sure this was not Em & Lo�s intention, this lack of treatment of the third (fourth, fifth) parties basically treats the outsiders to the relationship as accessories and playthings. It�s very likely that said outsiders view their otherwise committed play partners as accessories to their lives as well, but there are of course many variations. The concern I have is that the needs/wants/whatevers of the outsider of the relationship can sometimes be mishandled in that �you�re just a plaything� kind of way.

For example: I�ve been one of those outsiders, and it can be tricky. A few years ago, I was dating someone who had a primary partner who was a live-in girlfriend (I too had a primary partner, though we weren�t living together). My secondary (wham, another poly term) and I had been dating for maybe 3 months when we decided that it would be cool for us to meet each other’s primaries - he’d met mine at a party, and then invited me along to a group social function where his #1 lady would be present. There were some miscommunications � he was being a bit of a dick to her, and she freaked out at him and then got cold and bitchy to me, while I sat by, slack jawed at the zaniness of it all (at one point even faking a phone call to give them a moment to sort their shit out). When I came back from my breather, she gave me a bit of a death stare, and cool and collected as hell I said, �Listen, I may be a secondary partner � but I�m not a secondary human being. Don�t fucking treat me like that� (things calmed down after that).

And that�s exactly it � sure the primary partners need to be happy, but treating the outsider as less of a person is just not cool. This isn�t just a thing with poly relationships where people are romantically involved with several people on a variety of levels, its also a problem in less

Like I said, sometimes being treated like hot n sexy, highly disposable meat is awesome � especially when it�s mutual. However, when couples create a fantasy of their extraneous relations and then seek someone to fill that gap, it can be not so awesome (and also not get the couple anywhere). This is probably best illustrated by the phenomenon of the couple hunting for the mythical HBB (hot bi babe). A quick MW4W search on Craigslist casual encounters reveals the material to prove my point � impersonal personal ads looking for a hot chick to plug into a sexual scenario. Well, it really doesn�t work like that � even for a casual thing, wooing is key, and attention to things like personality and chemistry is even more essential.

I guess all I�m saying here is � yay for non-monogamy and yay for redefining the structure and boundaries of long term relationships, but no yays for constructing expectations of an outside partner with no needs and no demands.

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Incarnations

November 17, 2005

I just sat down and counted my posts this month: six. Dang. I�ve never posted so little. In many ways (The Ways of the Blog) that is distinctly not awesome. But in other ways (The Ways of Life) it�s kinda ok, if not lipsmacking rad.

You see kids, relationships (romantic and not, with self and otherwise) are sometimes more important than good blogging.

I�ve been having a wee bit of an existential crisis on several different levels: social, sexual, romantic, educational, professional, familial. Boooooring, right? I�ll just have you know that it�s not the lame I Heart Huckabees kinda existential crisis, but more the Cemetary Man kind. Zombies.are key to any kind of existential crisis I may have. So are orgasms and whiskey, but I digress.

Taking a break from telling stories about my life and processing everything in these pages has been good for me. Talking to the people I need to talk to instead of writing to the internets is a most excellent thing.

So now what? Well, I�m not sure.

Many things have changed since I began writing Waking Vixen in my little corner over on blogspot as an anonymous grrl with a pseudonym, connections to sex in NYC, and a penchant for exploration. I started when there was a split in my life between a life of sex and a life� not. In many ways, my so-called �double� or �secret� life has dissolved � well, the secrets have, not the life itself. Over time, this has led to a general reduction in sharing � looking back at posts I wrote about my relationship with my former boyfriend and my emergence into sex work last fall I am surprised at how open I was. I�m not ashamed of that person I was a year ago � she was tough and awesome, if a little screwy � but I wouldn�t write about the same things today (or at least, not until I get a book deal). I am, however, glad I wrote about them then and glad I wrote them for public consumption. But things change � and with said things, so changes my blog.

So about the �sex� in �sex blog� …At the moment, I�m too lazy/smitten (not necessarily in that order) to be out on the prowl, but I�m certainly not experiencing a dry spell. I�m just having fun with this weird little thing of experiencing sex with another person for itself, not for performance. Point being, I am happily involved with someone, and no � you can�t see. Or hear. Or read. So there.

In other news, I�m trying to stir up more off-blog writing gigs for myself and pouring myself into all things $pread (you should click on the link to see the assless-pants ridiculousness that was our fashion show), among other interesting and peculiar projects. Last Friday I presented my lovely workshop Safer Sex for Sluts at Sexy Spirits. It�s something I�ve put a lot of work into � some directly and some indirectly, through four years of working in sex � and am very proud of, though it could also use some improvement (like everything always). Hopefully I�ll be teaching it lots more, and it will improve each time. Doing the workshop made me remember how much I love teaching. I�ve also been making big ole lists of shit I need to do, write, learn, make. Goal-type things, with the journey as the key element. I�m trying not to lose sight of some kind of destination, which is the trickiest part for me.

So we are entering a new phase of Audacia Ray. I can�t tell you what its going to be like exactly, because I don�t know myself (remember that whole existential crisis thing? It persists). I�ll try to make it not boring, though I can�t promise constant tales of up-to-the-minute XXX raunch, which I�m sure may disappoint some and make my readership shrink or change, but a girl�s gotta do what a girl�s gotta do. WakingVixen is still my home, my naughty little baby, and so it will remain. And there will be nakedness, I promise � portfolio update forthcoming. For serious.

So there you have it � a boring meta-post about What Is Up. Questions, comments and suggestions are welcome, unless they are lame, not awesome, or unreasonable.

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Reading at MoSex, December 1

November 14, 2005

12.01.05 - 7-9 pm
Everything You Know About Sex is Wrong reading at the Museum of Sex

Everything You Know About Sex is Wrong Lecture/Reading/Q&A 90 Minute Lecture/Reading with 30 minute Q&A afterwards. Come celebrate the release of Disinformation�s new book. I’ll be reading my piece “My First Fetish, or How I Fought Mediocrity.” At the Museum of Sex, 233 5th Ave (at 27th street). Full info and list of readers here.

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Sex, politics, religion

These are things you�re not supposed to talk about in polite company, and of course the things that I use to jump start any lack luster conversation, because I�m no good in polite company. Although in many ways my life is firmly located in the province of radical politics (this would be a philosophical space, not a geographical one, but tell that to Vermont), working in sex has exposed me to a wide variety of political and religious perspectives, both on the combat level and on the personal level.

When you get away from sex as a war zone for politics and religion, nudge away from topics like abortion, gay marriage, condom distribution in schools and delve into the personal side of sexuality, you realize that there are a lot of similarities and concerns across the board. Sexuality in the personal and individual sense is closer to the heart than either politics or religion, but of course when you mix the three together you’ve got a whole other mess on your hands.

One of my earliest and most treasured pieces of fan email came from a man who self-identified himself as Republican (voted for Bush) and Catholic, and went on to talk about the ways that my words had struck him, the ways that he had been surprised in understanding where I was coming from. At first I was vaguely amused by this - but then it started happening more and more and I was regularly corresponding with people whose political viewpoints were hugely different than my own, yet there was somehow a common ground. More than that, their perspectives didn’t feel hypocritical - truly, life and sex are a million times more complex than political views.

In that first email from an avowed Republican, the writer tip-toed around the subject and asked me not to leap to conclusions - it was a warning I needed. Today, however, I smile when writers ask me not to judge their politics and religious perspectives, leap to conclusions, or deliver a lecture about their failings - there’s no value in what I do unless I can listen openly to what’s underneath that level of identity. Unless attacked first, I’m really not prone to lectures, I’m more excited by that gray area where everything breaks down and people are just people. Maybe its something I’ve become hyper-aware of because of the choices I’ve made and the knowledge I have of the ways people make snap judgments on who I am or must be.

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Advanced notice

November 11, 2005

*Safer Sex for Sluts is tonight at 7 pm!

I’m sorry that folks didn’t know about the $pread fashion show until too late - but please be sure to check out the News sidebar over to the right, where I posted info on the $pread event a week ago.

That said, as a bit of advanced warning, this Friday, November 11 from 7.15-10.15 I’m teaching my very own workshop, Safer Sex for Sluts at Sexy Spirits here in NYC. Info on the workshop below, tickets can be purchased here.

Many safer sex workshops assume that monogamy is one of the best ways to minimize the risks of sex. Safer Sex for Sluts is designed to explore the ways that people in non-traditional and non-monogamous relationships (or not in relationships at all) can evaluate the risks they are presented with and make physically and emotionally healthy choices about safer sex for themselves. In this workshop, we�ll break down the concept of �safer sex� in the physical and emotional senses and talk about ways to assess risk and create safer sex standards for oneself. Up to date information on sexually transmitted infections and safer sex methods (including demonstration of various barrier materials) will be provided. We will also discuss ways for people living with STIs to broach the subject with partners. This workshop is not meant to condone irresponsible behavior but rather to foster a community in which the health realities of non-monogamy are dealt with in respectful and pro-active ways.

A full report on Monday night later…

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Spirals

November 10, 2005

My brain, my heart and my emotions have spiraled in and out of control about a thousand times in the past week � not all good, not all bad, just there. I spent the first half of last week stressing over an essay for an anthology and then a paper for school, partly in good nerdy-obsessive ways, partly in bad sit up all night and stare at the blinking cursor ways. But both are done, and I�ve made a new list of writings that I need to accomplish (a.k.a. obsess over) this week. Once that was done, Jane rolled into town, with her blue hair and her craziness. I hadn�t seen her since she dropped me off at JFK on July 1, the day I flew to Amsterdam.

We immediately fell into our habits of being � chocolate cake, snuggling in bed, watching movies. Add Moira and some beer, and we�ve got ourselves an un-party. Friday night stretched into Saturday morning, a trip to a farmer�s market, purchase of delicious sausages and more cake, and then flopping back into bed. But there was something unfamiliar about the whole thing � I�ve pushed myself much more towards wellness since I last saw Jane, and she�s had a mental breakdown. It�s so hard to see my best friend like this � I want to shake her, I want to make it better, but I can�t. I can love her, support her, and I can wait and hope, and� be helpless. I feel myself getting bitchy and impatient when she acts crazy, and then I hate myself for it, tell myself to be more patient, but feel it spiraling, the impatience welling up.

Sunday night, after we�d spent our respective days apart, we came back together at my place, and she seemed so crystal clear, enthused after a day with dear friends, clear and excited about the possibilities, plotting madly to start a safer sex material distribution company in Houston. Then, another ugly spiral, a nearly sleepless night for her, restless achy sleep for me. I was up early on Monday, writing madly and preparing for the $pread benefit. Jane slept til late afternoon, when I woke her with promises of sushi. She seemed solid when I left her to get my ass to Williamsburg and prepare for the benefit. In between that moment and when I saw her next, she had a bit of a freakout, which in true Jane style included a long shower and a few shots of whiskey. But then, swallowed by the swirl of energy at the $pread party, things seemed better.

At the benefit, I worked the door for the first few hours � a job which I totally adore for some reason. I like being the friendly face on the frontline, plus being door girl lets me be social without pesky things like standing up or yelling over music. The drawback was that I didn�t really get to see much of the fashion show, though I was able to peek a bit at the top half of various outfits. I�ll probably get a better look once we�ve got us some pictures (and there were plenty of photographers on hand). I was relieved from my post once the fashion show was over, burlesque hosted by Murray Hill was about to start, and my gentleman friend had arrived. We joined Jane and a bunch of other friends and had some drinks � and I had one of those terrific moments, looking around at the people I love, who I gather strength from, for whom I�d do just about anything I could to make them happy. It was a good feeling, a feeling of being home � amongst partially clad women, two of my favorite pornographers, the ladies of $pread, and a big, diverse crowd out to support the cause. It was a strong thing for Jane to experience, to remember what can be � but the rest of the night with her was a bit rough. Back at my place, I tried to sit up with her for a few hours before her flight home, but I could barely stay awake. It�s so hard, because whether she is in my living room interrupting the flow of my life or in Texas there�s not a whole lot I can do but love her. And so the spiral opens and closes � good moments and bad.

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$pread mag's Sex Worker Fashion Show

November 07, 2005

Tonight, $pread co-hosts Smut’s weekly performance series to bring you a live Sex Workers’ Fashion Show - and belatedly celebrate the launch of Issue 3! - at Galapagos Artspace, Brooklyn. Featuring the best of escortwear, stripper gowns and lingerie, plus fetish and bondage wear. Outfits and designs provided by Bella Vendetta, The Pleasure Chest, and more!

PLEASE COME EARLY for the fashion show if you want your entrance fee to go to $pread and help us print Issue 4! Stay later for Smut?s Amateur Burlesque Contest and the $pread Afterparty with DJ Tikka Masala.

Entrance: $7 or $10 with magazine; Sex Workers: $5 or $7 with magazine.

Doors open 7pm, $pread Fashion Show @ 8:30 Smut’s Amateur Burlesque Contest @10:00 Followed by a $pread Afterparty till late?

Galapagos Artspace 70 N. 6th (btwn Kent & Wythe), Williamsburg, Brooklyn Subway: L to Bedford Ave.

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Naked anniversary

November 03, 2005

A year ago today is the anniversary of the day I appeared naked on the internet for the very first time - in my pirate set over at CityKittie. And goddamn, what a year its been. Here�s a pic from that set, the very first picture in which I revealed my face on my blogspot blog:

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(Ah, suggestive imagery, a lazy blogger�s best friend)

A few nights ago I was joking with my neighbors about book titles that could encompass the last year of my life, like “A Year of Fucked Up Decisions.” Later, Jane and I decided that “A Year Without Pants” was highly preferable.

What a fucking crazy year. You�re probably going to hear me play that tune a few more times before the year�s out.

Sometimes I wonder if my year was crazy for the blog (must. create. content) or the blog was crazy because of my year. The truth probably lies somewhere in between. Without the blog I would�ve been recording my adventures in my handwritten journal (which I�ve kept for 11 years and counting), but the writing there is a very different style � more introspection, much less narrative. It�s interesting to have both � sometimes I go back in time (no time machine � I wish!) and read them side-by-side, trying to connect the space in between the two. I suppose doing close readings of my own writing reveals the depth of my nerdiness � or makes me look insane, take your pick. My blogging is much more self-referential than my journal writing, partly because of glorious technology like the search function and the link.

In other news of awesomeness, there is a blue-haired girl arriving tonight and staying through Tuesday. I haven’t seen Jane since the day she dropped me off at the airport for my European adventures - July 1. Dang. We’ve got some catching up and lying in bed to do.

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Safer sex for sluts

November 01, 2005

11.11.05 - 7.15 pm-10.15 pm
Workshop: Safer Sex for Sluts with Dacia at Sexy Spirits, 301 W 55 St #4 Many safer sex workshops assume that monogamy is one of the best ways to minimize the risks of sex. Safer Sex for Sluts is designed (by me!) to explore the ways that people in non-traditional and non-monogamous relationships (or not in relationships at all) can evaluate the risks they are presented with and make physically and emotionally healthy choices about safer sex for themselves. Tickets ($25, $15 with student ID) and more info HERE

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$pread's Sex Workers' Fashion Show

11.07.05 - doors at 7, fashion show at 8.30
Sex Worker Fashion Show at Galapagos Come celebrate the release of $pread’s third issue and help raise money for issue 4 at our sex worker fashion show, which will feature the best of escort-wear, stripper gowns, lingerie, and fetish & bondage styles. Amateur models will strut the stage wearing their own creations, personal work-wear, and the designs and merchandise of The Pleasure Chest, and Bella Vendetta. Stay late for an amatuer burlesque contest hosted by Murray Hill, and even later for the dj stylings of DJ Tikka Masala. Boobs! Hot outfits! A good cause!

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Corseted finery

Ask and ye shall receive… here’s a pic of me in my new corset, taken by Johnny Tattoo at the Bella Vendetta launch party last week. There are a whole bunch of pictures of the launch over at BellaVedetta.com - but you have to join up (at the super low price of $8.45 a month) to see them all.