“How can one talented tongue please dozens of people at the same time?” read the poster. How, indeed. “Tickle your Ear-rogenous zones” invited another. I’m guessing they weren’t talking about sticking a tongue in my ear, but I couldn’t be sure. Needless to say, I was intrigued.
This is further, more detailed background information for “The Mystery Box Show: Good Stories, Good Sex.”
Eric Scheur and I have talked about The Mystery Box Show over the past year we’ve known each other. When I told him I wanted to write about MBS, we arranged to sit down for an interview. Due to scheduling and travel challenges, meeting in person proved impossible. Eric generously answered some questions via email; full transcript below.
“Five orgasms a day,” I said, barely glancing up from my knitting. “Minimum.”
It’s been nearly a year since I wrote Emerging as My Primary Partner.
Joseph Gordon-Levitt has written and directed a new movie, Don Jon, in which he also stars. After premiering at Sundance in January 2013 and set for wide release in October 2013, the trailer came out last month. I’m excited to see what Joe does with the topics of porn, fantasy, relationships.
As part of his collaborative production company, hitRECord.org, Joe is also spearheading a project further exploring these topics. Such as, “is it possible to love a thing?” and “what happens when we treat people like things to be enjoyed and consumed?” Given the potency of topics — pornography, media culture, proliferation of fantasy, and the types of expectations people cultivate around relationships and sex — this project is ripe with possibilities. See the introductory video below, and join the conversation!
A few months ago a lovely man popped my bootblack cherry. After he licked my boot, a sensation I found surprisingly erotic, my fascination with leather and bootblacking was further entrenched.
I’d shown up at this queer dungeon party just to watch, to relish my voyeurism, not having pre-arranged for a playdate. Noticing the bootblack stand being set up, I looked down at the tall leather boots I was wearing.
Shyly, I approached a guy in a leather vest and told him I’d never done this before, had my boots blacked. “I’d be happy to be your first,” he said, offering his hand as I stepped up onto the raised seat. Hands resting lightly on the tops of my feet, he walked me through what he would do.
Full-length windows framed daffodil blooms bright against vibrant and deep greens. For the comfort of bare flesh, the furnace was turned up, and turned up again. As dusk gathered, six of us breathed, coming together consciously with intention. We were here to explore ourselves. Together.