Category Archives: Books

Responding to Wakeman

Natty got several posts up about this before I managed to, but I'm not
bitter or anything. 😉 But since Natty got her posts up before me, I feel *totally* justified
in focusing on the things that really bugged me about the article.
There were some good sides to the piece, and for a moderately
mainstream examination of DD, she did portray a couple of different
viewpoints.

HOWEVER. Whether because she wound up writing for Bitch Magazine, or
because of her own biases, the structure of the article, the framing of
quotations from her sources, and her choice of sources she quoted at
all really reinforces one end of the spectrum of domestic discipline.

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Take it all, Bitch

BitchAs you might imagine, What It Is We Do can be a bewildering concept for both kinky and vanilla feminists alike. Hell, it’s a bewildering concept for us feminists who engage in it, as the epic thread that followed my post from a little over a year ago at the Punishment Book can attest. In her article, “Slap Happy,” in this month’s issue of Bitch Magazine (Spring, No. 39) author Jessica Wakeman doesn’t necessarily provide any answers to make it less bewildering, but she does give the reader plenty to think about.

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Over the Knee

over-the-kneeIt’s been almost ten years since I delurked on alt.sex.spanking.  This past month, sparkle’s husband Chris wrote a bit about delurking and the effect it’s had on his life, mostly in terms of people he’s met on-line and off.  This blog, of course, is an example of wonderful connections we’ve made.  Generally I forget that I’ve been around for a while (and likewise I forget that I’m getting old) and therefore I’ve been fortunate enough to have met a lot of very kewl people in this scene.

But I had another “wow, I know some people who are famous” moment recently.  Maybe my most profound one.  So pardon me while I brag on a friend.

You see, a dear friend, Fiona Locke, has a novel that’s just been published this week.  It’s called Over the Knee and it has clearly been written by someone very into our scene for people like me (and you too if you read and like this site).  Yes, I know someone who’s written and published a real, on-paper spanking book.

But that wasn’t all.  I mean, I’ve met and chatted with a few other spanking authors (Eve Howard and Devlin O’Neill) at Shadow Lane parties and some other BDSM / kink writers like Miranda Austin and Janet Hardy from the newsgroup.  In the case of Fiona’s book though, I know the person who took the picture on the book’s cover.  I know both the spanker and the spankee in the picture (okay, so it’s Fiona and her partner, but how often do you know of an author posing for the cover image?).  And I know (and live with) the person who built her website.  Although I contributed nothing to the success of this venture, I still feel so excited about it.

Besides, as great as reading stories online is, isn’t there something especially wonderful about having a book about spanking in your hands?

 

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Equality (or not)

There's this immensely cool writer person called John Scalzi; I heard him speak about blogs at the last WorldCon, and have been blog-stalking him ever since.* It looks like one of his back entries has been hit by one of our, erm, friends of the God Says Man Is HoH ilk, and Scalzi refutes her with a persuasive list of reasons why, if one were drawn to choose a head of household, his wife would be more qualified for the title.

It was fun to read (because I take a lot of pleasure out of preachy HoH nuts having their empty wee heads slammed in), but it made me quite sad. It is an objective truth that in our family Abel is the competent person who knows who to call when the car breaks down, and such, and I'm an artistic soul in need of serious maintenance (which is just longhand for "incompetent").

Were I a man and Abel a woman, it would be quirky-cool for me to admit that she (Abel) should be appointed a head of household, because she (Abel) takes care of the practical side of our family life. But, being a woman, I simply can't afford to say this, because how many HoH nuts would file this away as another proof of inferiority of all that's female to all that's male? And when you add to it the fact that we're into spanking, and that I don't bring in any money other than from the sales of some porn stories – well, there would be no use for me to scream "But we don't *believe* in your HoH stuff, we're equals!" – I'd be forever written off as a Weak Female. And perhaps as a traitor to the feminist cause, as well.

My point? Being an incompetent, masochistic feminist is a lonely place.

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*Did you know I went to WorldCon in Glasgow? Well, I did. The move to the UK had been worth it just for a chance to go. It was full of writers like you wouldn't believe it; disturbingly, I had previously blog-stalked so many of the younger, cooler of them, that it felt like we should all be mates, but of course, that's what stalkers usually feel in their more delusional moments.**

**A few nights ago I dreamt that one of those writers, who is possibly the most handsome man I've ever seen off a TV screen, gave me a caning. I didn't feel a thing, as is usual in dreams, but I revel in the pleasure of dreaming about somebody so beautiful. It's really odd, because I don't normally go for traditionally handsome men, nor for the young ones.***

***Hi, Abel 🙂

I solemnly swear that I’m up to no good

When a girl hasn’t been in trouble since forever, and when she
spends most of her waking time buried between pages of rather dull
academic volumes, her mind naturally turns to mischief.

At least mine does.

So I wonder. What would happen if I:

a) Got the new Harry Potter book
b) Waited just long enough that my friends in less advanced time-zones have their copies, but haven’t got very far in
c) Sent around an email reading (in big, friendly letters): "OMG, have you got to the spanking scene yet?"

Do you think they’d tell?