Wicked Sexy Celebrity

Wicked Wednesday Prompt #274: Celebrity

what does “celebrity” mean?

When I think of the term celebrity, the first people that come to my mind these days are movie/media stars.

Traditionally they come with pretty bodies and stunning good looks.  The same is true for many rock/music stars.

At least that’s the standard form of celebrity that comes to my mind.  Especially if I’m thinking in terms of wicked sexy for Wicked Wednesday.

Granted, that’s not the only form of celebrity.  Einstein was a celebrity of sorts.  He’s probably sexy only if you are a sapiosexual.

The line between politician and celebrity seems to have been blurred these days too.  Can’t say that I’ve ever found a politician sexy.

Well, excepting perhaps Bella Abzug.  And, that’s admiration for her style and activism more than anything truly sexual.

I consider Kathy Bates to be a celebrity.  And, she’s sexy to my taste.  She’s a talented actress.  Her energy, intelligence, and intensity appeal to my senses.  But, she’s not beautiful in the traditional sense usually associated with fame and celebrity.
Celebrity is a mask that eats into the face. John Updike

the Gillian Anderson incident

When the X-Files first came out, I had more than a little bit of a crush on Gillian Anderson.

The character she played, Agent Scully, appealed to me on a number of levels.  Smart.  Sexy in an understated way.

The role embodied a lot of what I find sexy in a woman.  Then I saw Gillian on the Tonight Show…

I remember Gillian telling Jay Leno about her recent vacation to the coast of Spain.  It all sounded very pleasant.

Then the fateful moment struck.  Jay asked Gillian which coast she had visited, noting that Spain had both Atlantic and Mediterranian coasts.  Ms. Anderson looked totally dumbfounded.  She had no idea that Spain had two coasts.

The moment was not only awkward, it shattered any desire I could ever feel for Gillian.  If you are going to a foreign country on vacation, is it too much to ask that you know that the destination has two beautiful coasts?

Sorry, Scully.  I’m afraid that Gillian’s airhead moment ruined it for me.  No more fantasies.  Desires gone.

Some may think I ask for too much from public figures like Anderson.  Perhaps so.  She never claimed (to the best of my knowledge) to be anything more than an actress.

The nice thing about being a celebrity is that, if you bore people, they think it’s their fault. Henry Kissinger

celebrity for celebrity’s sake

If there’s one thing I don’t care for, it is people who are famous for being famous.

This kind of celebrity usually starts with a fortune (often inherited) of their own.

A large number of individuals here in the US seem to associate people with great sums of money as being more worthy of adulation.

There’s no talent on display.  No acting or singing ability.

It’s just popularity for popularity’s sake.  Celebrity simply for celebrities sake.

And, this kind of celebrity often enriches themselves further off of their adoring fans.

I often see them selling overpriced and/or inferior products to their adoring fan base.

There’s no wicked sexiness here.  I just don’t get it…

supermodel celebrity

What I said about the folks who are famous just for being famous also holds true for the today’s so called “supermodel”.  It’s a word that seems to be thrown around loosely these days.

What’s not to like about perfect faces? Exquisite bodies?  Eye candy?  From a purely visual standpoint, nothing at all.

By definition, supermodels provide eye candy to the world.  That is what they do.  It’s their job.

I enjoy eye candy as much as the next guy.  Perhaps more than most.  Obviously, I enjoy playing with images of beautiful bodies to turn them into my version of digital art.

If you are into just that, Tumblr.com and Pinterest.com give out eye candy galore.  If you know where to look, it’s great.  Awesome.  Choose a superlative, it fits.

But, beyond that, there isn’t always much there.  Generally speaking, your average supermodel celebrity isn’t going to give an exceptional interview.

They aren’t going to have as much as average acting ability.  Nor will they be great singers.  Their skill is being beautiful.  They are very good at it, in fact.  Wonderfully, marvelously beautiful.  

But there’s more to life than mere beauty.

Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart. Kahlil Gibran

What is Wicked Sexy Celebrity?

I certainly don’t mind physical beauty.

You should know, I’m a real sucker for an expressive face.  I love a pretty smile.

I’ve played with some beautiful women.  That should be obvious from my photography.

But, more than physical beauty, I am attracted to an inner spark.

I become enthralled by intelligence.

I love an open, inquisitive mind.

A pretty voice can set my heart aflame.

As an individual who is kinky, there are a few other things I might find attractive.  But, that’s beside the point I’m making at the moment.

It’s the same with celebrity.

I’m attracted to talent.

I love a good personality.

A good wit makes me smile.

A pretty voice can be enchanting.

Intelligence is always fascinating.

That’s probably the biggest realization of all for me, in considering this topic.

I am a sapiosexual.  Intelligence is the greatest factor in determining my attraction to another individual.

Celebrity, or not.  A good conversation, a sharp wit, a pretty smile.  Those are the fuel for the fires of my desires.

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It’s ALL About the Bond

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Prompt #270: Bond

When I first read Wicked Wednesday Prompt #270: Bond – I was stumped.  The attached video of the lovely performance didn’t help me any either.  I found no inspiration.

Then, after a nap this afternoon, I realized what the prompt meant to me.  Of course!

The special bonds I’ve found in BDSM relationships have been closer and deeper than any I’ve ever felt.  That is what inspires me to write on this topic.

vanilla’s just another spice

I want to say up front that I’m not going to claim (as some do) that BDSM relationships are always deeper.

I won’t even begin to say being part of a BDSM relationship creates a bond more special than other relationships styles.

You see, I’ve witnessed vanilla relationships with just as close a connection.  My Aunt and Uncle (Father’s brother and his wife) were one of the most exceptional couples I’ve ever met.  

I do know they shared an active sex life together all the way to the end.  I’m guessing they were pretty kinky too, at least all indications leaned that way.

But the relationship style was pure vanilla.

The bond they shared was forged in the great depression and a world war.

But, beyond that, it was built from shared hardships, common experiences, and mutual pleasures.

Those are the same elements which the best BDSM style relationships are also built upon.

Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words.

Jalaluddin Rumi

mutual pleasure

Without a doubt, the deepest relationships I’ve ever had were Master/slave relationships.

Obviously, I don’t believe that BDSM relationships feature an inherently deeper bond than other relationship styles.  But, it’s clear they can offer a path to a very close connection.

So, what is it about power exchange relationships that elicit such deep intimacy and closeness?

I think, in the case of successful power exchange relationships, it starts with mutual pleasure.

Often that is what attracted us to each other in the first place.  Our common interests in power exchange, kink, fetish, BDSM.

At least that’s how it has been for me, those times when I’ve found a great bond with others.

Granted, I’ve always been a very sexual creature.  And elements of BDSM have been part of my sexuality since my earliest memory.

I’ve nothing against pure vanilla.  In fact, I consider it to be just another spice.  But, it’s not my preference.  It’s not my kink, but that’s ok.

With that in mind, nearly all of the peak experiences I’ve shared with submissive partners, with my slaves, have been built around BDSM.

And, it’s those incredible mutual pleasures that help to build the very strong bond that often happens in power exchange/authority exchange relationships.

You don’t build a bond without being present.

James Earl Jones

common experience

If common experiences are another part of creating a great bond, opportunities abound within BDSM relationships.

Munches and play parties are a good example.  When folks in a power exchange relationship attend a play party (or even a munch) it can create memorable experiences they will always share.

At the very least, they aren’t off playing golf or attending church groups alone.

Bigger events and festivals can have even greater effects.

I know that I was inspired to become a presenter one weekend while attending Kinky Kollege in Chicago.  A visit to IML (also in Chicago) served as the catalyst for the formation of the first MAsT group in Iowa.

And, I know that Twisted Tryst, a four day weekend of camping and kinky debauchery, has had a dramatic effect on the lives of many.

If it’s true that the family that plays together stays together, then power exchange relationships offer great opportunities for bonding through those common experiences.

Love is the bond of perfection.

John Winthrop

shared hardships

I know it may seem a little odd at first that I’ve included shared hardships as a part of bonding.  I know it happens as a part of power exchange relationships.  And, to my mind, it’s a very common occurrence.

For most power exchange participants, keeping their kink activities in the closet is a necessity.  Perhaps we are out to friends or even family.  But, it’s rare for most to have our kink fully integrated into our lives.

Obviously, that’s a form of a shared hardship, the kind that can create a strong bond in relationships.

Parents with children face a similar situation.

Hiding a vibrator or dildo may cause a certain sense of unease for parents of inquisitive children.  But, needing to conceal floggers and other similar implements of instruction can be more anxiety inducing still.

The need to keep our authentic lives secret creates a shared hardship that bonds those of us who have immersed ourselves in power exchange ever closer to each other.

bond – Michael’s way

I really don’t enjoy power exchange, or any form of BDSM play, without a connection.  It does nothing for me without a bond.

I stopped doing “pick-up” play of any kind a while back, for that very reason.

I need that bond.  It could be said that I crave it.

Without that connection, the power exchange is really a role-play.  Roleplaying and cosplay are fun, but they aren’t what truly fuel my fire.

It really is ALL about the bond for me…

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How Does Your Light Shine?

wash away my sorrow, wash away my shame

Wicked Wednesday Prompt #266: Bubbles

Life comes upon us like we are driving at dusk without headlights.  We may know the road behind us, but the road ahead is never clear.  Sometimes turning points come and go without notice, there’s no signpost to say the road has changed, that the path is different.

That’s a real problem if you are the lead wheel, if your position is to provide direction down the path.  What happens when the direction is unclear?  What happens when you peer ahead and see no path, only darkness?

I was sitting in a jacuzzi tub, filled with bubbles.  Joyous and carefree.  As Shakespeare once said – the world was my oyster.

I didn’t see the darkness ahead.  I thought the path was clear.

What lay ahead was loss.


Shattered dreams.

The stuff nightmares are made from . . .

The images bring back memories.  Feelings that are more than just bittersweet.  Packed with emotion.  Raw.

I can feel my skin crawl.  Is it anxiety?  Anger?  Hurt?

I have to remind myself that it was a beautiful weekend.  The bubbles were real.  The hugs and smiles were real too.

Could things ever have been so simple?  Joyous?  Bubbly?

What can I choose to remember?  What can I choose to forget?

I have to admit, some things are hard to remember.  Some things are even harder to forget.  Dreams slipped from my grasp.

Admitting that to myself is difficult.  Having to say it here, worse.

But I’ll always have the bubbles.  While bubbles can never protect, they do surround me, envelop me, warm me.

The bubbles are my cocoon. I’ll disappear into them, take shelter there for a time.

The bubbles will wash away the pain, they will wash away the shame.  They will not consume me.

I will reemerge.  My light will shine again.

Wash away my troubles, wash away my pain
With the rain in Shambala
Wash away my sorrow, wash away my shame
With the rain in Shambala

How does your light shine, in the halls of Shambala

Three Dog Night


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If Orange is the New Black Then Black is the New White

If Orange is the New Black Then Black is the New White

This entry is part 21 of 22 in the series Wicked Wednesday

what white apparently doesn’t mean to me

I’m going to be honest here, I’ve got nothing.  It’s not so much writer’s block, as it is a difficulty changing gears.

I’ve been obsessed with cigars of late.  It’s a hobby of mine since last summer, but it’s really blossomed of late.  My cigar obsession really took off since I started sampling a variety of different offerings from online vendors.

I was tempted to write a review of a cigar named White Obsidian.  It is about the word “white” afterall, it’s right there in the cigar’s name.  I received a 5-pack of mini White Obsidian’s as a freebie with a purchase I made last summer, and I did write a “quickie” review after sampling one, my first experience with the brand.  But, I just didn’t find any justification for twisting yet another Wicked Wednesday topic around to match up with my personal cigar obsession.

I considered writing a post about white privilege.  Certainly, it’s on topic for the prompt, weighty, and a current part of the conversation in the worlds of sexuality and kink.  But, I just don’t feel up to tackling such a truly weighty topic at the moment.  Talking about white privilege requires more than a little measure of introspection, as I’m certainly the recipient of said phenomenon.

Then I thought about writing a post that black was the new white, a thought I had after being told that I’m Sinnjara’s knight in black shining armor.  I’ve always had a soft spot for villains, as I’ve always found that they are more complex and believable than their opponents.  In the end though, I didn’t quite have the chutzpa to do that either.

Influenced by the title of a Netflix drama, I did come up with a name for the essay – If Orange is the New Black Then Black is the New White.  But, that’s about as far as it got, and I’m toiling away here at 9:28pm on Wednesday night, so it’s not like there’s any more time to complete this weeks essay for the prompt – white.

It was truly a Wicked Wednesday however, as Serafina and Sinnjara got matching school girl outfits for Halloween.  The white stockings they modeled, complete with a nice black bow at the top, absolutely completed the outfits.  Can you say adorable?

If Orange is the New Black Then Black is the New White

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Sending Smoke Signals

Sending Smoke Signals

This entry is part 21 of 22 in the series Wicked Wednesday


There are lots of ways that we, as humans, communicate with each other.

Obviously there is verbal communication, that’s what naturally springs to mind for most of us when we hear the word.  Once we are past a couple years of age, words shape our perception of things, and the spoken word is king.  As children we spent hours upon hours listening to our teachers talk, likely far more time than we spend with our noses in books.   Language matters.  It is, perhaps, mankind’s most important invention.

But, for the purposes of today’s topic, I’m more interested in non-verbal forms of communication.  The messages we send with the clothes we wear, as well as the products we purchase and use, are perhaps even more important in signalling who we are, than anything we might say.

Why is that, I wondered?

At least that was my response when I first started to ponder this question.  Why can’t we just trust people to tell us who they are?

Then I remembered the old adage – “Talk is cheap!”  Some folks will say most anything to get what they want, or so it seems.  With that in mind, it does pay us good heed to look deeper than just listening to an individual’s words.  As they say, “Actions speak louder than words.”


drew-estate-dirt-torpedo-05Which brings me to the topic of this Wicked Wednesday post – cigars.  Ha!  I bet you were thinking this was a post about communication – and it is that indeed – it’s just not a normal association that most folks consciously make.  But, believe it or not, every time I light a cigar I am communicating with the world.

Cigars have a particular mystique about them.  Their use makes specific statements about who I am, and what I value.

Cigarettes are for the poor.  While advertising men once tried to make cigarette smoking appear to be a luxurious and decadent habit, the truth is cigarettes are vulgar.  Being quick and easily available, they are the tobacco of choice for whores.  And even without the vulgar association cigarettes bring to mind, I have to say that I don’t need to inhale smoke deep into my lungs to appreciate it’s characteristics.  Nor do I need my tobacco laced with a variety of exotic chemicals, as is the common practice by cigarette manufacturers.

Smoking a pipe, on the other hand, is a decidedly middle class hobby.  At least that’s the way it’s associated in my mind.  Solid middle class icons from my childhood, the father’s of 1950’s television families in particular, smoked pipes.  Pipes are also the domain of intellectuals, Albert Einstein smoked a pipe, as did Sherlock Holmes (perhaps the most prominent literary intellectual from my childhood.)

my three sons pipe smokerCigars, however, speak not so much of working or middle class styles and aspirations, but instead signify to me icons of power and fame (not to mention infamy.)  Cigars are an expression of machismo, power, influence, wealth, and sophistication.  Politicians and mobsters (aren’t they really one and the same most of the time?) smoke cigars.  Real adventurers, as well as action/adventure movie heroes smoke cigars, as do several of our former Governor’s and Presidents.

Cigars are celebrated.  Barack Obama’s cigarette habit is a dirty little secret, something that certainly could not be said about Richard Nixon’s enjoyment of a fine cigar.  Bill Clinton’s use of a cigar might have been a dirty little secret had it not turned into national news, but that’s the exception that makes the rule.  I’ve known die hard republican right wing types that asked their submissive lady to give his cigar’s that special sort of wetting, all the while hoping it just kept his fellow libertarians from mooching.  I hope, at least for both his lady and Ms Lewinski’s sake, that the gentlemen in question smoked something a little fatter than a 48 ring gauge.

Even our birth rituals point to the importance of the cigar.  I’m quite sure that nobody anywhere has passed a pinch of pipe tobacco around to celebrate a new baby, nor do they pass around Marlboro’s.  Indeed the cigar is unique in the world of tobacco.

smoke signals – communicating my alpha-maleness w/ cigars

As a alpha type male, when I light a cigar I send a clear message, a “smoke signal” if you will.  I’d like to think that I smoke because I enjoy the ritual, because I find it to be a relaxing and fascinating hobby, rather than because it might make me look powerful, or dominant, or because it’s an expression of my personal sense of masculine pride.

drew-estate-dirt-torpedo-02Yet, my conscious mind knows all of those things.  My head knows the message I communicate to the world when I relax and enjoy a fine cigar.  There’s no telling what my sub-conscious mind has for reasoning, in terms of my motivation to occasionally enjoy a fine cigar, as that part of our brain is protected from our consciousness by a protective fog.  But I am savvy enough to know the motivations are complex, and they probably just aren’t about me.

We, as human beings, are all social creatures.  That’s perhaps the most disturbing part of conditions like autism, they rob us of that basic and essential human trait, the need to communicate and interact with others.

That’s part of what makes our interactions with each other so complex and hard to decipher.  And that’s what makes the simple act of lighting a cigar a form of communication.1

Sending Smoke Signals


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