The Joy of Kink is Live!

The Joy of Kink is Live!

Joy of Kink! It’s Here

JoyOfKink.com Opens Primarily Due to Sinnjara’s Technical Work

The Joy of Kink is finally open!

I’ve still got months of work there restoring old articles going back to 2011 from both MichaelSamadhi.com and SpiritualBDSM.com.

Some will be completely rewritten, showing up at Joy of Kink completely transformed from their previous posting. Others will remain “as is”, outside of some loving restoration as they are transferred. Over time, many of the old articles will disappear from this site, redirected to the Joy of Kink.

Joy of Kink logo

Welcome to the Joy of Kink, a sex-positive website dedicated to exploring kink, BDSM, fetish, Tantra, and alternative sexuality in all its guises.

Source: Willkommen, Bienvenue, Welcome | Joy of Kink

By no means am I giving up on this domain.

This site -MichaelSamadhi.com- will be all about sharing the news and stories I’m reading. I have a few other purposes in mind too. Please bear with me as we clean up all the “virtual dust” from the construction.

There’s still a long way to go in the renovations behind the scenes for Samadhi Chateau’s virtual homes, but the Joy of Kink is up and looking good…

Transgender People and “Biological Sex” Myths – Julia Serano – Medium

Transgender People and “Biological Sex” Myths – Julia Serano – Medium

Julia Serano’s logic seems very sound to me. I think I’d like to read more of her writing. I’ve read a lot of Patrick Califia, but am not as well educated on Transgender issues as I’d like…

“The idea of two sexes is simplistic. Biologists now think there is a wider spectrum than that.”

note: The day this was published, H.R. 2796 — a U.S. congressional bill that would legally re-define “man” and “woman” based on an individual’s “genetic sex,” as a means to rollback transgender rights — started to garner news & media attention. While this essay was not intended to address that bill specifically, it thoroughly undermines its logical, legal, and scientific standing…

The primary assumption driving most “biological sex” myths is that there are two discrete mutually exclusive sexes that are immutable (i.e., once born into a sex, you will always be a member of that sex). While there are a number of sexually dimorphic traits — such as chromosomes, gonads, external genitals, other reproductive organs, ratio of sex hormones, and secondary sex characteristics — many times these traits do not all align (i.e., all male, or all female) within the same person, as is the case for intersex and many transgender people…

Source: Transgender People and “Biological Sex” Myths – Julia Serano – Medium

Between starting this news blurb, and completing it, I did order a paperback copy of Serano’s book, Whipping Girl.

It’ll likely take me a few weeks to absorb everything. So, you should look for an upcoming review of Whipping Girl: A Transsexual Woman on Sexism and the Scapegoating of Femininity at the Joy of Kink sometime after the New Year…

I Accidentally Fell Into the Feeder Fetish Community

I Accidentally Fell Into the Feeder Fetish Community

I wrote a little about food play at SpiritualBDSM.com all the way back in 2011.

While I would put all food-related fetishes into a single category together, there are actually many varied forms of “food play” …

The act of feeding and being fed elicits conversation, forges bonds, and creates community. Food is exciting. I, myself, am a cute fat girl who accidentally came into contact with my first ‘feeder’, a guy who experiences erotic pleasure from feeding.

Source: I Accidentally Fell Into the Feeder Fetish Community

I don’t have a feeder fetish. But, I do know and understand the power of feeding a kneeling submissive. I wrote a little teaser about it for Masturbation Monday over at the Joy of Kink called – The Naked Lunch.

I’m of the thought that it would be fun to write an entire series of posts about food-related fetishes.

Some, like splooshing, I’ve experienced. Others, like Nyotaimori, are still on my personal bucket-list.

 

‘Unsafe and Just Plain Dirty’: Women Accuse Vice of ‘Toxic’ Sexual-Harassment Culture

‘Unsafe and Just Plain Dirty’: Women Accuse Vice of ‘Toxic’ Sexual-Harassment Culture

It’s going to take a lot of time, and a lot more articles like this, to fully uncover the toxic culture of sexual harassment that exists today. it’s long overdue if you ask me…

The Daily Beast talked to more than a dozen former and current employees about the culture for women inside Vice Media. They spoke of harassing behavior and company indifference.

Source: ‘Unsafe and Just Plain Dirty’: Women Accuse Vice of ‘Toxic’ Sexual-Harassment Culture

Navy pilot draws a penis in the sky!

Navy pilot draws a penis in the sky!

A Navy pilot drew a penis in the sky.

It’s not the 1st time something like this has been investigated…

penis in the sky nacy jet

Penis in the Sky
 
A penis in the sky? Seriously?
 
I thought about making a bunch of dick jokes at the head of this post.
I decided not to bother, the joke is on the Navy.
One of their pilots creating a penis in the sky is more than enough…
Residents of Washington state turned their eyes to a clear blue sky Thursday and found themselves staring at a cartoonish rendering of male genitalia, sketched in smoke by at least one Navy EA-18G Growler jet flying out of Naval Air Station Whidbey Island.
The image stretched hundreds of feet high over the Okanogan highlands, based on photographs shared on social media.
Lt. Cmdr. Leslie Hubbell, a Navy spokeswoman, called the incident “absolutely unacceptable,” saying it holds no training value and is under investigation.
The unit involved, Electronic Attack Squadron 130, flies a two-person variant of the F/A-18 Super Hornet and specializes in electronic warfare.

Source: A Navy pilot drew a penis in the sky. It’s not the 1st time something like this has been investigated.

I know that the individuals serving in our military face great pressures. These Navy pilots are portrayed pretty realistically in Top Gun. They are alpha males under extreme pressure to excel. it’s a matter of survival.
 
But, a penis in the sky? C’mon man!
 
The Navy invests vast resources to train pilots. It could be argued that Navy pilots trained to operate from aircraft carriers are among the most highly trained individuals in our military
 
It’s understandable that they occasionally blow off some steam. Pull some pranks. A little of that is inherent in the position these young men fill.
 
But there have to be limits. As in the kink community, some of those limits have to be hard limits.
And, when a hard limit is broken there are consequences. We may never know what discipline the young men who drew a penis in the sky face. Undoubtedly, this will impact their career. It should…

The First Spanksgiving | Smutober Day 5

It was close to 60 degrees out, comfortably warm for me, perhaps a little chilly for what would be a mostly disrobed Serafina (who I planed to drape over a convenient log,) but nothing that a good warming of her ass wouldn’t be able to overcome. It started raining, and Serafina looked at me, asking with her eyes if the rain storm would spare her bottom it’s ordeal. I growled lightly in response that she’d be wet when I was done with her anyway, so a little rain wasn’t going to even slow me down.

I think she whimpered a little . . .

Michael Samadhi

SpiritualBDSM.com, Spanksgiving Day (redux)

Misty Water-Colored Memories

Before the concept for my Leaves of Grass post came to mind for today’s Smutober prompt, I thought of a much older entry from SpiritualBDSM.com.

What better way, I thought, to portray the prompt -“leaves”- than an outdoor Thanksgiving Day spanking scene?  Fortunately, I happen to have some nice images from such a celebration.

The images are from bittersweet memories, to be quite honest. Serafina and I shared some very wonderful times together, no doubt about that. I have to believe that we learned and grew very much together. It’s also true that we saw things in each other we wanted to see, and that those perceptions were perhaps not completely accurate. Given enough time, those kinds of essential misunderstandings will eventually slice a relationship to its core.

Our time as lovers may be over, but we are still friends. She will always be family to me. In fact, despite being separated, Serafina still lives here in my home. Our old blog together still exists (obviously) and we both share access and permission for use of our shared images. Yes, it’s a complex relationship, but, I’m told that’s relatively common among polyamorous people.

I have no desire to forget the good times we shared. Instead, I intend to celebrate them. Despite the differences and misunderstandings, those days were among the best of our lives to date. Whatever the future holds, whatever our status may become, the good days are worth celebrating.

Spanksgiving Leaves

My first Spanksgiving was documented here – Happy Spanksgiving! Serafina provided the story for the post and obviously modeled as well. The photographs were mine. Adding to Serafina’s rendition of the events, I provided my own – Spanksgiving Day (redux).

I was never satisfied with the photographs. I was using a Nikon Coolpix camera rather than my usual 35mm, and struggled mightily with the white balance and with exposure. I did the best I could with my primitive photoshop skills, the results are not my best, barely acceptable IMHO.

Of course, I can now revisit old photographs, as I showed recently for SinfulSunday. Even if I can’t “fix” photos, I’m having pretty good luck using filters and photo-processing software turning my older photos into a sort of art. My creations aren’t to everyone taste, but I’ve had good feedback from some folks too.

So, without further explanation or ado, I give you two of my edited images created from Michael Samadhi’s First Spanksgiving. Images of beautiful memories. Images full of beautiful leaves…

I took my slave/wife by the hand, one more time, and led her down a faint trail that paralleled the river. I’m a large man, 6′ tall, while Serafina is just 5’2″, so if I decide to set a good pace, it feels as though I’m almost pulling her along, her stride is much shorter than mine, and she has to push herself to keep up. That’s the way I want it, I want her breathless before we even start.

Then is see what I’m looking for, a downed log – solid and secure, that I can drape my slave over for her spanking.

In a quiet but firm voice, my face very close to hers (invading her space) as I held her close in front of me, I told Serafina to pull her pants down to her ankles and drape herself over the log. She looked at the damp wood for a moment, realizing that the recent rain wasn’t going to make her ordeal any more comfortable, and then quietly complied with my command.

I got out my camera and calmly told her I was going to record the event for all my online friends.

Michael Samadhi

SpiritualBDSM.com, Spanksgiving Day (redux)

My Path and Leaves of Grass | Smutober Day 5

Smutober Day 5 ~ Mastery, Walt Whitman, and Leaves of Grass

Whitman influenced me greatly. He could be called my spiritual father.

If you are an American, then Walt Whitman is your imaginative father and mother, even if, like myself, you have never composed a line of verse.

Harold Bloom

steel engraving of Walt Whitman in his 30s from the first edition of Leaves of Grass

Whitman and Mastery

I hope by now, any existing readers of Michael’s Way understand my love of quotes.

Collecting quotes from my readings has been part of my personal path to “Mastery”. How I define that word may be significantly different than the path other dominants take. And, to my mind, that’s a good thing.

There is no such thing as a “cookie cutter dominant”, we all must seek our own paths on the road to Mastery. To me, being a Master includes far more than knowing how to use a flogger or whip, learning shibari, or developing skills for other types of kinky fuckery.

Mastery is a lifelong path. It’s about learning and growing as an individual, and as a leader.

The vision I have for my own personal Mastery is to grow into a sort of leather-clad Rennaissance man, always ready with wisdom, a quote, or song to share.

If you’ve read Frank Herbert’s Dune series, picture Gurney Halleck in today’s world… (Sinnjara says I’m far more handsome than Gurney, but she’s quite prejudiced.)

Portrait of Whitman by Thomas Eakins

With that in mind, for today’s Smutober entry, I’m sharing quotes from Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass.

It’s a book that’s rather infamous in my mind, as a copy of the book was gifted to Monica Lewinsky by President Bill Clinton. Regardless of what you think of Clinton, like him or hate him based on his morality, there’s really no denying that the man is well educated, well spoken, and charismatic.

Leaves of Grass was part of Monica’s seduction. So, to my way of thinking, it may also prove seductive enough to provide a nice helping of food for thought for you too, my dear reader…

This is what you should do: love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men … re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss what insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem.

Walt Whitman

Leaves Of Grass

Quotes from Leaves of Grass

“Are you the new person drawn toward me?
To begin with, take warning – I am surely far different from what you suppose;
Do you suppose you will find in me your ideal?
Do you think it so easy to have me become your lover?
Do you think the friendship of me would be unalloy’d satisfaction?
Do you think I am trusty and faithful?
Do you see no further than this façade—this smooth and tolerant manner of me?
Do you suppose yourself advancing on real ground toward a real heroic man?
Have you no thought, O dreamer, that it may be all maya, illusion?”

Walt Whitman

I sing the body electric,
The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them,
They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them,
And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the soul.

Walt Whitman

Your very flesh shall be a great poem…

Walt Whitman

Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes.

Walt Whitman

Renaissance Fairs & BDSM ~ Smutober Day 4

Renaissance Fairs & BDSM

BDSM & Renaissance Fairs go together like ducks and water. There are few things in life that are a more natural fit. It’s true that renaissance fairs don’t actively promote the activities there as having BDSM undertones. They are family events after all.

But, there’s no denying that dunking wenches is akin to a form of BDSM water bondage/play. Outside of a dungeon event, or play party, where else besides a Rene Fair are you going to visit to get locked into a jail or cage?

Perhaps you are a cosplayer? There’s really no better public venue (short of a cosplay convention) to show off your lovely/scary/menacing/sexy costumed self. The gladiator style leathers you picked up at last year’s IML will fit in perfectly here. So will the executioners hood that looks so scary hot on your partner in your dungeon at home.

And, that’s true for folks into roleplay too. Attending a renaissance fair is something like roleplayers wet dream. It gives the opportunity to stay in character as long as they choose.

Ren Fairs even offer shopping opportunities for kinky minded individuals. Certainly, if you wished to someday try the infamous “Samadhi sword clothes cutoff” (don’t try this at home without proper instruction) you can find finely forged bladed instruments at a Rennaissance Fair.  Items of this sort also make outstanding decorations for classic dungeon decor.

I can find pervertables almost anywhere. But, it’s also good to know that a Fair is as good a place as any to search for items that can be turned to good use for kinky fuckery. A somewhat limited selection of what could be called BDSM style toys (whips and the like are not completely uncommon) and pervertables may also be found at an SSC (or similar style organization) event.

It may go without saying, but I’ve always thought a timely reminder to sometimes be good… Strict attention to quality should never be overlooked. Anytime I’m dealing with handmade items being sold at any sort of festival or fair, I’m really quite picky. A toy serves no one well if it self-destructs after only a few uses.

Finally, it’s worth mentioning that attending a Renaissance Fair can be a good way for the shy among us to get their feet wet in a “world beyond vanilla”. Sure, it’s not quite a play party, public dungeon or BDSM festival, but it’s also a lot easier to explain to inquisitive family members asking where you went last weekend…

I think that maybe I’m dreaming

I smell cinnamon and spices
I hear music everywhere
All around kaleidoscope of color
I think that maybe I’m dreaming

Maids pass gracefully in laughter
Wine coloured flowers in their hair
Last call from lands I’ve never been to
I think that maybe I’m dreaming

Sun’s flash on a soda prism
Bright jewels on the ladies flashing
Eyes catch on a shiny prism

Hear ye the crying of the vendors
Fruit for sale wax candles for to burn
Fires flare soon it will be night fall
I think that maybe I’m dreaming

I think that maybe I’m dreaming
I think that maybe I’m dreaming

Renaissance Fair

The Byrds (1967)

Smutober 2017 – Day 4