Category Archives: BLOGGERY: politics, religion & brain purges……

Star Turn

Here’s the introduction to a brilliant post from Jane Fae Ozimek’s Sex Matters blog, concerning her complaint to the PCC about an absolutely terrible Daily Star article:

“Please find below a complaint in respect of a piece published by the Daily Star, under the heading “Prisons: female guards may be forced to search male trannies” on 12 September 2010.

The Daily Star’s article is every kind of offensive, from the photo of a blue-wigged drag queen to the multitude of misleading legal claims, yet at least we can take comfort from the web designer’s surprisingly honest use of inverted commas:

Dita

Here’s part of a wonderful, epic feature by Catherine Keenan for the Sydney Morning Herald – “The Grand Illusion of Dita Von Teese”:

‘…The legend is that when Heather Sweet was growing up in Michigan, she developed a love of 1930s and ’40s movie stars from her manicurist mother (her father was a machinist, often out of work). She started dressing like them as a way of overcoming shyness. “I could become someone else when I was dressed like this,” she says. “I felt glamorous.”

Von Teese is hardly the first small-town American girl to try to make herself into someone else, but there was a “ker-ching” moment that seemed to cement it into place. It happened when she was heavily involved in the rave scene in her late teens, “with all that entails”, and ended up one early morning at a strip club. She couldn’t believe how bored and samey all the big-boobed blonde women looked. She thought: “I can do better than that.”

So she auditioned for Captain Cream (now called Captain’s Cabaret) – she assures me it was the classiest strip joint in Orange County, California – in a corset, long black gloves, stockings and garters. “The boss said, ‘You’re wearing a lot of clothes.’ ” But she got the job. “I saw all these girls getting a few bucks from 20 different guys. I’d get a hundred bucks from one guy.” Looking different, she realised, could really work to her advantage. Having identified this gap in the market, she went all out to fill it. Von Teese may have left much else behind from her dusty farm-town beginnings, but not, it would seem, its work ethic.

“I’m quite disciplined at things. I like to be the best at what I’m doing,” she says, crisply. So she got the boob job, started studying burlesque and, in no time, was the best – and most highly paid – stripper at Captain Cream.

Around then, she used to do impersonations of pin-up girls for a boyfriend, and she parleyed that into a business opportunity, too. They set up one of the first internet soft-porn sites, sending out photos of her in quaint little brown-paper packets. Her current website (run by her sister) is still a tidy little earner. You can pay a monthly fee for access to more than 20,000 pictures of Dita and her journal “for members’ eyes only”. You can even buy her used stockings for $US40. She has always been canny with money. Even when she first started stripping, she saved at least 15 per cent of what she earned, and invested it in mutual funds. “I still have those funds to this day.”

When, in 2002, Von Teese appeared on the cover of Playboy in an eye-wateringly tight corset, under the headline “The Return of Fetish”, her moment came to move out of the underworld. She carefully leveraged her fetish cred into the mainstream, making all that PVC and tight-lacing seem respectable simply because she seemed so respectable. Just outré enough to seem fascinating, but never so outré as to seem tasteless, she was, as she obviously knew, extremely marketable. She now flies around the world as global brand ambassador for Cointreau, and has struck lucrative deals with Wonderbra and Perrier. She’s a regular in the front row of fashion shows, and often features on best-dressed lists. At 38, she is dating 27-year-old French count Louis-Marie de Castelbajac, an artist and son of fashion designer Jean-Charles de Castelbajac, and divides her time between Paris and LA…’

Full article here.

Foot Soldiers

I’ve often complained that some foot fetishists can’t see beyond our feet. As something of a Femdom idealist, I like to think a gent would worship the ground I walk on because he adores me, or at least because he adores what I represent to him as an archetype – and not just because I happen to be attached to a pair of feet that he covets. Sadly though, this isn’t always the case.

Late into the evening at the last Club Pedestal, in an anomalous breech of subby etiquette, one chap swooped in to slobber over my shoe. He appeared to be in the grip of some kind of crazed foot-frenzy. He didn’t ask first, glance at my face, or even introduce himself. Delirious, he just dived straight for the feet. Of course, I gave him a swift kick to the chest and explained his mistake, as it was a lesson he had to learn for everyone’s sake. He was deeply apologetic and left, spell broken, head hanging.

Anyway, I have a recommendation for those hapless men who find the feet desirable, but find the woman herself incidental: today, I discovered “Belladonna’s Foot Soldiers”. They are latex-free replicas of the erotic actress’ “titillating tootsies” (their words, not mine), but severed at the ankles like something you’d find in the aftermath of a horrible accident. These cold, dead, silicone-gel feet can be bagged or boxed and sent to you for you to do… well, whatever you’d want to do with disembodied bits of a doll. If these appeal, click here to order a pair from The Pleasure Chest website.

If, by any chance, the chopped-off feet of a porn star don’t turn you on, then you’d better remember not to take the owners of flesh-and-blood feet for granted. Fetishising a bit of someone’s body or clothing is all well and good, but becoming blind to everything aside from it is just irritating.

Never forget that a Domme is more than the sum of her composite parts. If you do, those parts will probably get up and walk away, feet and all.