Dommy Mommy Workshop done by ME!

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Dommy Mommy – Regression Play

A BIO-Intensive Workshop

Monday May 17

Lick Nightclub

455 Abbott Street, Vancouver

Doors open 8pm

Cost: $15

This upcoming Monday, May 17, BIO is hosting a BIO-Intensive workshop: Dommy Mommy – Regression Play. This is not a guest listed event, and tickets may be purchased at the door. This is the case with all the monthly Monday night BIO-Intensives at Lick.

Many of us are familiar with the term age play, some with the terms infantilism, adult babies, diaper fetish or diaper lovers. They can all encompass a wide range of experiences and even lifestyles and the thing they all have in common is they are a form of regression power exchange.

Regression power exchange can encompass those who like to role play teens in trouble, naughty school girls/boys, spoiled 5 year olds, boyscouts/girlscouts, or even toddlers or infants. What all of it has in common is the combination of role playing (in some cases lifestyling) an age younger than your own in tandem with the dynamic of a partner in a position of power over you (those who enjoy being Mommies, Daddies, Aunts and Uncles). This workshop explores some of the psychology behind age/regression play, why do people do it, the range of what it can involve and be about, as well as addressing some of the common misconceptions or fears associated with this form of play, such as incest taboos, familial sexual abuse and pedophilia.

This form of play can be a LOT of fun and if it isn’t something you’ve experimented with, it might be something you want to explore. Age play can be either completely separate or very much entrenched in more ‘traditional’ forms of BDSM play/lifestyles.

Whether you’re an experienced age player or whether you’re simply curious, come and delve deeper into the core of where power exchange first develops. We all started out as completely helpless infants dependent on those more powerful to meet our basic needs. Age play isn’t just plaid skirts and knee socks, it springs from the core of our very first actual power exchange relationships which makes it a powerful and sometimes controversial form of exploring power exchange as an adult.

Leila Raven, known as Katt by many in the community, has been a part of the Vancouver BDSM community for over ten years. She has experience both as a Dommy Mommy, as well as being a little girl to her own Daddy at times. Her educational background includes an MA in counseling psychology with a focus on human sexuality, as well as lifestyle experience. She recently participated in the HBO Real Sex series on their documentary segment on adult babies and infantilism from the perspective of a Dominant and Mommy. She has written a number of articles on infantilism, and has a website devoted to the exploration of human sexuality http://www.erotimania.com .

Porn leads to masturbation, not violence!

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Stolen from Arwen.org

From a court case listed here: Case Here

[46] Dr. Fisher pointed to various studies conducted by his colleagues, of countries such as West Germany, Sweden and Japan, where all forms of pornography are legally and readily available. This pornography includes portrayals of unwilling victims who are subjected to sexual and physical violence. Dr. Fisher testified that these studies concluded “pornography simply was not associated with an increase in sex crimes.” (Transcript, March 9, 2004, p. 15, l. 30)

[47] Dr. Fisher, in a variety of studies, conducted by himself or in conjunction with a variety of his colleagues, has confirmed the same results in Canada and the United States. These studies were directed particularly to the proliferation of pornography on the Internet.

[48] Dr. Fisher testified that “the Internet has provided anonymous, accessible, unfettered access to every variant of sexually explicit material from erotic to violent pornographic to what have you, so there’s no question but that there has been a dramatic increase in the last say decade….in availability of all forms of explicit material on the Internet.” (Transcript March 9, 2004, p. 21, l. 39)

[50] Moreover, Dr. Fisher relying on statistics provided by Statistics Canada and the FBI in the United States has concluded that the proliferation of pornography via the Internet has not resulted in any increase in sexual assault. In fact, the opposite is true. During the period 1994 to 1999, while the Internet was “rolled out”, the number of reported sexual assaults has declined dramatically. (Transcript March 9, 2004, pages 22-23).

[51] The thrust of Dr. Fisher’s opinion was that exposure to diverse forms of pornography does not:
a) cause attitudinal harm;
b) cause anti-social attitudes towards men or women;
c) cause harm to Canadian Society in that it does not cause sexual aggression;
d) cause people to act in an anti-social manner;
e) cause the mental or physical mistreatment of women or men.

No longer a raving insomniac

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Had a half decent night of sleep last night after my completely exhausted ramblings yesterday, and feeling and 100% better. So I’m no longer a raving insomniac, I’m a raving partially rested person instead.

Just watched the Cat in the Hat on pay per view on TV and really enjoyed it, was just in the right mood for it really. Ate a huge mega bag of microwave popcorn today, and the only other food I ate all day long, were hotdogs and ice cream, and diet coke… I guess I was a bit of a kid for most of the day, and mostly indulged all my cravings as they came on one after another. I did work though when I first woke up this morning at 10, straight through till about 3, so 5 hours of powering away through about 1000 photos, split pretty much half and half between my Adult Baby/Diaper Fetish/Age Play site DarkNursery.com and the headshave fetish site. We shot the photos all together from one very great fun kinky model we have who we shaved bald, went to the pub and had dinner and beer with, and then came back and played house with. I can’t complain. Was very happy with the photos for the most part. Though usually when I go through them, I always come up with a dozen things I -could- have included in the shoot but didn’t think of then. Ah well, there is always a next time. Besides, I’ve said it before, I could live to be 120 and shoot and create porn/fetish photos every day of my life, and probably never have time to manifest all my ideas. That’s why I have to publish this subversive smut so I can influence others to continue on in my legacy of perverse pleasure .

Have I written yet that I was asked to do a workshop/talk on ageplay/Dommy Mommy stuff for one of the local kink organizations BIO. Check it out http://www.vancouverdungeon.com Monday the 17th, 8pm, Lick Nightclub… come one come all, come in your little school girl/boy uniforms, your pj’s or diapers, for adults of all ages, or should I say kids of legal age, and their keepers. I hope there is a good turn out… come down and support me! or not… did I mention I will probably pass out candy…

pssst… hey little girl… want some CaNdY!?!? … well it -usually- works…

I haven’t decided whether I’m going to make some notes to take with me, or just wing it entirely. I’ll probably do both, have the notes for back-up, but I would rather wing it, I would also like to make it relatively interactive, which means that I dont’ want to prep or organize it too much, because I want to take alot of my influence from the people who show up… I like to be inspired from my environment, I would like it to be as ‘experiential’ as possible, and contextual.

I may have to go do some ‘research’… not on the topic, but on elements to drive it home, not the how to’s, but… well, If I tell you, and you come, and you know all my tricks and plans ahead of time, it won’t be as much fun now will it?

Nanny nanny boo boo!

hah! I can be both big and small at the same time, I’m not a very linear person, and I absolutely love to contradict myself. It proves me both right and wrong every time… or both, usually neither, and D) All of the above.

It’s always good to cover most of your bases, that’s how you make it home, and though I hate base ball, I do like to go all the way, but it’s the getting there that’s half the fun. What was I talking about?

Doesn’t really matter really, what I’m saying, what’s important is what you’re hearing, because that’s the part you get, so I could be a monkey typing out absolute gibberish… hey, well, I am a primate, and I am typing… and well, you make up your own mind. It’s like inkblots, the world is one big perceptual test. I look at the chaos, you look at the chaos, some of us see butterflies, some of us see bats, and then theirs those who see both, plus the orgy scene, and some other interesting things in those smudges of nothing and everything. The great thing is there really aren’t any right or wrong answers, just a spectrum of responses, what most people do, and what some people don’t… usually that gets sorted into some heirarchy or right and wrong, or better or worse, but I don’t like it so black and white, save that high contrast shit for the literal inkblot.

Anyways, that’s what I wan’t to do when I talk to people, say nothing, and have people hear everything, or what they need to hear, or what they want to hear, the latter is usually the case even when it, or maybe especially differs from the former. People usually hear what they expect or want to rather than what they need to.

I just like to shake it up some, through some crap out there, some love out there, a little bit of something controversial and see what the world spits back at me, so far, it’s been pretty good. but it might only work for functional disfunctionals, or is that disfunctioning functionals… you know, together screwed up people like me, and the rest of the fucking planet, the ones that know it, and the rest of you in that river not in egypt, that lovely lake of oblivion, DeNial. Spank me for it, you know you want to. Whether it’s cause you love me, or you hate me… just spank me baby, then be good and bend over for Mommy…

purrrrrrrrrrrr

Then, in the middle of the Cat and the Hat there was this big hail and thunder storm, beautiful, I had to go stand and get hit by chunks of ice, they were just a little larger than the erasers on the ends of pencils (when was the last time you held a pencil, with an eraser, a yellow painted, HB pencil, it’s been a while for me now that I think of it, that’s what you get when you do crossword puzzles with pens, and stop keeping a sketch book, pencils leave your life…)

It was magical, the sky in the city is often an orange colour from the city lights, and then with the storm, there would be flashes of colour, and chunks of ice pounding down in a racket of rythmic intensity, punctuated by the boom of thunder. Wolfe and I just stood, and 10 minutes of the Cat in the Hat is missing in my experience, happily for those 10 minutes that the storm was raging over us, it was moving fast, it came as quickly as it left, leaving only the silence of heavy rain chatter behind it, and air that smelled clean, green, and slightly electric.

As we stood outside, hands outstretched from the security of the cover of overhang over our porch, hands pelted with water turned solid, I marvelled. What would it have been like for our ancestors who lived in regions where in their shorter lifespans, they may only see a storm like this once. Without the science behind it… it would be miraculous, would they sit around the fire old and wise and tell stories to their children of how one day when they were children, the sky roared, spit fire, and threw clear stones that magically transformed into water. What would you make of it, Ice in the spring, in small perfect chunks raining down, lightening and thunder. Do we have magic like that left in our world?… it’s in my mine. I’ve told you the stories, but you may not have really been listening, or understanding, because if you haven’t the reference for it, things like that, can be hard to believe. You have your own stories too, I know it. Magic is all around us, all the time, beauty, power, creation, passion… you can’t miss it, it’s everywhere, it’s constantly throwing itself in your face. Every moment, a perfect unbelievable cosmic event. why not? Why Not. WHY NOT! Why do people like to fight that, why do people want to cling to the safe, to the ordinairy, to the rational, to the convetional, to the masks, and roles, and traditions of belief or disbelief… WHY!, why not… LOOK

look, open your eyes…

what do you want to do today?

Me, I had no proper meal times, over the course of the day, in several small installments, I ate 6 hot dogs, with cheese, mustard and ketchup. Half a tub of Dulce de Leche Ice cream, about a litre of diet coke, I edited some pretty fun hot creative twisted porn that I had participated in the creation of. Watched a movie based on one of my childhood literary heros – Dr. Seuss’ Cat in the Hat… and I thought, there you have it right there, it’s right in the cat in the hat. It doesn’t matter whether you hear it from me, from the Cat in the Hat or from the friggin Dalai Lama, the message is essentially the same. Honestly… trully…

Live in love. Just live it, just see it, just do it, just be it, in the moment, living, in love.

In love with life, self, others, respectful, magical, creative, peaceful, accepting, knowing, giving, and receiving, and realizing you’re the question and the answer, and it doesn’t need to be made any more complicated than that.

you may still think I’m full of shit, but at least give some importance to the Cat in the Hat and Tibetan Monks… puleez.

Now of to more important daily life tasks, I have to add more songs to my Sex and BDSM play list. You know… music that makes you horny or want to engage in consensual power exchange dynamics of some sort that release massive endorphins into your system… music pumps up the endorphin value. And you shouldn’t need me or Dr. Seuss or men in saffron robes to tell you. When you’re not playing, or reminiscing over past playing, then planning for future play is a good option.

XOX
Leila

5 minutes later

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Ha! This is the kind of warped thing you give birth to when you plant seeds of thoughts of poetry in the state of mind and body I’m in, went to go to bed, realized I had to pee… and out to poor Wolfe came..

Alas, for poor me
has dost to pee
upon the porcelain pissing tree!

Thats what comes into warped heads when all they want to do is bed, and instead… well, you got the picture, if I don’t leave now it will turn into loads of more stanzas, and none of us -really- want that, mind you, you’re reading this entry. So maybe you do.

Again, Good night, and this time I mean it.

Words, no words, tears and smiles

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Today’s word boys and girls is subversive

subversive
adj : in opposition to a civil authority or government [syn: insurgent,
seditious]
n : a radical supporter of political or social revolution [syn:
revolutionist, revolutionary, subverter]

Subversive \Sub*ver”sive\, a. [Cf. F. subversif.]
Tending to subvert; having a tendency to overthrow and ruin.

Lying is a vice subversive of the very ends and design
of conversation.

That doesn’t sound very nice… maybe I should stop adding that word to my personal warning label. What? you don’t come with a personal warning label? That’s not very practical, or fair… sorry, I’m trying to revolutionize how we label ourselves, to ourselves, and to others, does that make me subversive? Or the fact that I tell people that I’m subervise and it’s on my warning label… when such label actually doesn’t really exist. It’s all so complicated really. So lets just hurry on over the word of the today, and on to other less potentially upsetting matters.

Here are some fun definitions of some fun words that my Dad sent to me via his internet connection of joke sharing buddies. What the internet brought to him was primarily I think a better version of the Encyclopedia Britannica that used to be in our basement, and more joke material than he collects at his daily morning time swim with the other subversive goldy oldies taking a sweat break in the sauna. I’m sure lots of useful other things too. I know he reads this on occasion, so I mean no disrespect, If there is any it’s not personal, I’m particularly disrespectful of most things at this precise moment, late night, and three days sleep deprived, and running on that particular eupohoric mix of endorphins I get from ‘new love’. Falling in love with the boy, and spending two nights in a row sharing a bed (no naughty details!) has lead to alot of giddy silly passionate disspassionate muddled bizarre emotional yet fun perceptions of myself and the world as it seems in the moment, now, which is, as I’ve just mentioned very subjectively -subverted- by the context in which it finds itself to be. Have we lost one another yet? Good, if you’re confused, you now know exactly where I’m coming from!

Anyways… onto more word play, and the unknown source of the following sent via my Daddy number one, the bio one, not my Daddy number two, the one that spanks me now, and I like it! Wolfe, not my boy… though the babe has is a wolfish cub indeed.

Ugh… I just read over that, either save yourself and stop reading now, or read it when you’re already confused and it might make more sense.

….

Word Play
The Washington Post’s Style Invitational once again asked readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, subtracting, or changing one letter, and supply a new definition. Here are the 2003 winners:

(see the original source was right there in the email, I had only just ignored it till now, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to back and edit just to make it easier journal reading for you!… if you’ve read anything else in here, and haven’t heard it yet, I don’t edit these things, I just vomit them up whole)

1. Intaxication: Euphoria at getting a tax refund, which lasts until you realize it was your money to start with.

2. Reintarnation: Coming back to life as a hillbilly.

3. Bozone (n.): The substance surrounding stupid people that stops bright ideas from penetrating. The bozone layer, unfortunately, shows little sign of breaking down in the near future.

4. Foreploy: Any misrepresentation about yourself for the purpose of getting laid.

5. Cashtration (n.): The act of buying a house, which renders the subject financially impotent for an indefinite period.

6. Giraffiti: Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.

7. Sarchasm: The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn’t get it.

8. Inoculatte: To take coffee intravenously when you are running late.

9. Hipatitis: Terminal coolness.

10. Osteopornosis: A degenerate disease. (This one got extra credit.)

11. Karmageddon: It’s like, when everybody is sending off all these really bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it’s like, a serious bummer.

12. Decafalon (n.): The gruelling event of getting through the day consuming only things that are good for you.

13. Glibido: All talk and no action.

14. Dopeler effect: The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.

15. Arachnoleptic fit (n.): The frantic dance performed just after you’ve accidentally walked through a spider web.

16. Beelzebug (n.): Satan in the form of a mosquito that gets into your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out.

17. Caterpallor (n.): The colour you turn after finding half a grub in the fruit you’re eating.

And the pick of the literature:

18. Ignoranus: A person who’s both stupid and an asshole.

……

Well there you go.

Well, The other effect of my personal chemical mind fuck is that I’ve spent most of this evening in tears, not really crying, and not sad, I’m a person that gets ‘sleepy’ tears, watery eyes when they’re really tired. That and spending some time letting my emotional guard get all sloppy while in the process of and in around letting another person ‘in’ has lead to major leakage. Gee, you might think from that last sentence that I have ‘boundaries’ unfortunately, they are more like crumbly walls and lots of escher style staircases, you know the ones that switch direction on you… if you haven’t got an escher definition in your head, you probably have a harry potter one, which isn’t quite as nice, but will do in a pinch. At any rate… when you wander around in my head you can never be entirely certain where you’re going to end up.

Smiles, because I am happy, and for a depressed person, I haven’t been letting myself cry enough, been holding back on myself emotionally, and being in love has made me a) less depressed feeling though b) crying more. Though happy and mixed feeling weepy fits could also be attributed to what is the equivelent of intense sleep deprivation for a Leila, which seems to need approx 10 hours a night to function most of the time. Which would explain the dizziness and nausea.

So why am I sitting here writing this when I should be in bed you say?!

Good point.

Good night!

XO
Leila.

PS, Love you all my babes in the woods.

I want to write to poetry, but my brain would burst, one or two are probably gestating though.

Merry May Day

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The origins of may day

“Called Beltane by the Celts, Walpurgis by the Teutons, and Floralia by the Romans, May festivals were a time of “wearing of the green.” Throughout the Northern Hemisphere, the month of May is a time to celebrate renewal of life. May is named for Maia, grandmother, the Goddess of death and fertility. Maia scorns marriage, so it is a good idea to put weddings off until June. Although less stern goddesses now oversee May festivities, wreaths and baskets of Hawthorn are still used in some May festivals in Maia’s honor… The May-pole is the most familiar feature of May festivities, but it has three distinct interpretations. In some cultures, the May-pole represented the world center, or alternately, the hub of the Wheel of heaven. In ancient times, the intricate dance of weaving cords around the pole was a magical attempt to direct Nature, which had become topsy-turvy over the course of time, back in order. Today the dance is performed by any who wish to participate in weaving the magic.

In other cultures, the May-pole was the Tree of Life, or a symbol of it. And this tree– to borrow a phrase from Billy Holiday– bore strange fruit. This is where the Savior was sacrificed in order to cleanse the earth. Holy Communion, eating his flesh and drinking his blood was possibly restricted to the priest class, but symbolic May Wine was liberally imbibed by the whole community. Hundreds of years later, the Christian lunar festival of Easter would replace the ancient solar festival as the time of renewal and rebirth.

The third meaning of the May-pole most clearly remains today. It is the phallus, the male principle of fertilization. Female principles are represented by baskets and wreaths used in the dances around the pole. In past times, the hand-fasting movements of the dances would give young couples license to ‘go into the green’ together. In some regions, a merlin, or renegade friar, would preside over the mock marriages. Even today, unwed couples consummate the mock marriages performed around the May-pole. Merry-begats, as they were called in England, were usually not acknowledged by their fathers. These babies were said to have been fathered by god.”

For those of you who have no other way of celebrating, I think the closest thing you can probably find to dancing around the may pole, can be found at your local stripper clubs. It’s a saturday night, get a little pagan, make your way to a peeler bar, and watch someone twirl around the pole, raise a glass of ale in respects to the fertility of the goddess in all her glory, and sit back and enjoy. I would myself, if I didn’t already have other more nefarious plans. Going to a BDSM play party, bringing MY boy . Set it free, if it comes back to you it’s yours, if it doesn’t, hunt it down and kill it, isn’t that how the saying goes? anyways, he came back. I’m a happy Katt. It’s his first party, I’m going to have fun. Wolfe has a new toy, we’re going to be a foursome. Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

It’s a magical day, be careful what wishes you make, what seeds you plant, it’s a day of creation, celebration, lust, and potency.

I think I’m going to tap into some primal energy myself throughout the eve’s celebrations.

Regardless of your spiritual affiliations, let your senses roam, don’t you feel it stirring in the air… somethings up, and it could be you.

Feed some fuel to the fire, place some faith, in whatever way you concretize it, label it, manifest it, or interpert it, today is a day of fertility, creation, and magic.

GO OUT AND PLAY!

Live in love…

We are all truly blessed, if we only know where to look for it. And if we are brave enough, to open our eyes. Most of us, prefer to stumble around in the unknown gloom. Take a peek, it’s nice out here in the chaos.

XO
Leila