Archive for May, 2006

i’m organizing a gay line event and i want you there!

Monday, May 29th, 2006
Gay Line Celebrates 30 Years of Queer!

This year marks the 30th anniversary of Gay Line, Montreal’s English-language

listening and referral line for gay, lesbian, bisexual and trans people and their friends

and families. And we want you to celebrate with us!

On Thursday, June 8 at 6:30 p.m., join us at Cocktail, a beautiful new lounge bar in the Village (1669 Ste-Catherine East, metro Beaudry or Papineau). In the spirit of “30 Years of Queer,” we have a fantastic line-up of speakers who’ll be giving short, informal talks about various interesting aspects of Montreal’s history as a queer and gender-diverse city. Come and find out the juicy details of Montreal’s queer past while connecting with its very exciting present!

In between tales, there will be music, toasts and delicious vegan hors d’oeuvres from the very hip Café Blue Monday. Drinks will be available at the bar.

Our fabulous speakers include:

- Frank Remiggi, geography professor at UQÀM, on the history of the Gay Village from the 1920s to today

- Line Chamberland, women’s studies professor at UQÀM, on lesbian bars in the 1950s (in French)

- Miriam Green, co-founder of Gay Line, on the founding of Gay Line in 1976

- Johanne Cadorette, long-time lesbian community mover and shaker, on the history of L’Androgyne, the Mambo Drag Kings and the Montreal les/bi scene

- Michael Hendricks, well-known activist, on the history of activism for AIDS, sex work and same-sex marriage

- Miriam Ginestier on the history of les/bi community organizing - Meow Mix, Le Boudoir and other lesboriffic events

- Nancy Leclerc, anthropology teacher at Vanier College and board member of Bi-Unité Montréal, on the history of bisexual activism and community

- André Patry, former Mr. Leather Montreal, on the history of the men’s leather scene (in French)

- Marie Marcelle of the Association des transsexuel/le/s du Québec, on the history of trans community (in French)

Whisper translation will be provided.

The doors open at 6:30 and our speakers will take the floor at 7. A donation will be requested at the door, in the amount of your choosing—whether it’s 25 cents or $250, Gay Line appreciates your support! Tax receipts can be issued for donations of $20 or more.

Gay Line is open from 7 to 11 p.m. every night of the week at (514) 866-5090, or visit our website at www.gayline.qc.ca.

generosity and lechery: a bi pioneer remembered

Monday, May 29th, 2006

Dr. Fritz Klein has passed away. Don’t know who he is? The short answer: he was basically the pioneer of bisexuality research in North America.

The official press release mentions his various accomplishments - among other things, the creation of the Klein Grid in 1978 (http://www.bisexual.org/, under Explore), which takes the Kinsey scale a step further, and creation of the Bisexual Foundation in 1982.

I personally remember him as the dirty old man who hit on my lover in a San Diego bathroom.

It was 2003, and I had flown all the way to San Diego to attend the North American Conference on Bisexuality. I didn’t know a soul, and at the time, while I had been actively volunteering with a number of queer organizations in Montreal, I was frustrated that I wasn’t able to do more or feel more connected to a wider community of activists. So I took off to the States to see what would happen if I landed in a room full of fellow bi folks.

I walked into the first workshop on the first day of the conference, and locked eyes with a slim, blonde, very gay-looking, very hot guy wearing a Utilikilt (god, those things can be sexy). During the workshop I tried hard to think of a smooth way to tell him I wanted to get to know him better. At the end of the workshop, to my surprise and pleasure, he approached me and said, "I’d love to have dinner with you later and get to know you better." Woo-hoo!

Three years later, we’re still what I call "annual lovers." In other words, when we visit one another’s hometowns (his is San Francisco) or attend events in common, we hook up, and that usually ends up being once or twice a year; in the meantime, we don’t talk at all. It takes all the pressure off the whole long-distance relationship thing.

Anyway, so at the conference he made a trip to the bathroom while I waited outside. Dr. Klein walked into the bathroom too - I recognized him because he was pretty visible at the conference as a speaker and organizer, especially since San Diego was his hometown. My lover came out a few minutes later, with an odd little grin on his face. Apparently somewhere between the stall and the sink, Dr. Klein had decided to check whether or not my boy was going commando.

Needless to say I thought this was a hoot. Sort of a miniature version of the delight I took in knowing how Kinsey was a letch. It’s always good to know that famous sexuality researchers aren’t so buried in their books that they forget the other kinds of pleasure they can take in their subject matter!

In addition to reading a couple of Dr. Klein’s books, including several editions of the "Journal of Bisexuality", the other experience I had with his influence was just this past semester when I was writing a paper on the representation of bisexuality in James Baldwin’s book Giovanni’s Room. One edition of the JoB, entitled "Bisexual Men in Culture and Society," included an article on exactly my topic, but I was too last-minute in my research to have time to track down and purchase the book itself. So I phoned up Haworth Press to see about getting an article reprint and found out that the Bisexual Foundation was covering all reprint costs for all bi-related articles, to encourage researchers and students to make use of bi-related materials in their work. Sweet! Fifteen minutes later I had a PDF in my inbox at no charge to me.

So although I never really met Dr. Klein directly, from what I can tell he must have been one helluva guy. I think we can all thank him for helping put bisexuality on the map, and for doing his best, through his foundation, to keep it there.

If I could be in San Diego for the celebration of his life, I’d wear a Utilikilt and raise a glass (or perhaps a hem) to him.

Three guesses as to whether or not I’d go commando.

it ain’t just a nose job

Monday, May 29th, 2006

In the last week, I’ve received a petition from no fewer than five of my friends and colleagues. The idea is to pressure the Quebec government to provide better health care coverage for trans people who want to get sex reassignment surgery (SRS). I don’t have the full details of the current situation, but the basic idea is that while in theory some areas of SRS are technically covered by the RAMQ, the requirements to actually get it make people jump through so many hoops that the surgery is effectively out of reach unless they go through private (read: expensive) clinics.

Needless to say, I strongly encourage you to go sign the petition. I’ve had several trans partners over the years, and count many trans people as friends and colleagues. It’s really challenging to support friends and lovers through a transition that’s already personally profound and socially stigmatized, not to mention physically challenging, but when you pile "financially inaccessible" on top of that, the results can be pretty devastating to people’s lives. I’m not so much a person who goes for sob stories, but I am interested in fairness, and it seems ridiculously unfair that trans surgery isn’t available to those who need it to live their lives in bodies that are appropriate to their genders. It ain’t a nose job, people. This is serious shit. Like it or not - and I can’t say that I do - someone’s ability to pass has a direct result on their vulnerability to violence, employment discrimination and scads of other potential issues, not to mention their own mental/emotional health and physical health as well. (Talk to anyone who’s worn a binder or a gaff for even a few hours and that might give you an idea of the physical demands of passing when you don’t have surgery.)

Unfortunately I don’t know who the petition organizers are, but fortunately, they are doing it right - online petitions have legal validity, unlike those irritating e-mail-based ones that just clutter up your inbox.

So here’s the link: http://www.petitiononline.com/TShealth/petition.html

Go sign it now! And pass it on to whomever you think might also support the cause!

entitlement 101: gimme my gold star

Saturday, May 27th, 2006

And the weekend o’ dominance continues.

I’m having a good time. The workshop content is a little basic compared to what I’d hoped for, but at the same time I had a really specific purpose in coming here, and that purpose does seem to be getting met. The short version: I’ve been a dominant person in life since I was a child, and leadership roles come easily to me, so in that sense I have no problem with dominance. But I’m a gentle sort of leader - I’d rather ask people to do things, and then praise them for doing them, than order them around. I can dominate someone during an SM scene when it’s appropriate, and because I can see the person getting off on what’s going on, it feels good to me - but I can also turn off that dominance if it’s inappropriate, because for some people play isn’t about power. So: when I have responsibility to fulfill as a leader, or when I’m clearly seeing the way a person is enjoying my behaviour, that short-circuits any worries I might otherwise have about being dominant.

The problem I’ve had for quite some time now is sustaining or being consistent with my dominance in longer-term affairs. When partners of mine have wanted a D/s basis to an entire relationship, I’ve often been more than a little awkward when it comes to holding up my end of it. It seems somehow… I dunno… obnoxious or presumptuous. That sense of entitlement to someone’s submission does not come naturally to me. It feels too much like that general kind of entitlement that pisses me off whenever I see it - the kind of bad behaviour that comes with unexamined privilege, lack of manners or just plain insensitivity.

And yet, I know that’s created an enormous amount of frustration in some people who really wished I would take up my power with them - who were offering me submission and seeing it go unmatched or unmet. And worse: the idea of having a full-time D/s relationship (oh hell, more than one would be fine too!) is extremely compelling to me. So my un-dominated submissives have not been the only frustrated ones in the equation.

So my purpose in doing this weekend training was to try and wrap my head around that dynamic in a way that I could make it feel good for me and get past the "privileged asshole behaviour" block I seem to have.

Today we did an exercise where the issue came up, and several people had valuable suggestions for me. Midori was the one to say something that resonated the most. She compared the entitlement of a dominant in a D/s relationship to the entitlement a boss feels to her employee’s services. They applied for the job, you hired them, they want to do it, and you’re paying them (i.e. giving them pleasure and satisfaction). If you then prevent them from doing their job, do it for them, or don’t pay attention to whether or not they’re doing it well, they’ll feel frustrated, discouraged and undervalued. It is, in fact, your responsibility as an employer to uphold that end of things, because otherwise the employee can’t grow and develop their skills and you are directly behaving in a way that’s to their detriment.

It was an "aha!" moment for me. Maybe it’s because I’ve been working for so many years now and have seen good and bad bosses… maybe it’s because I have spent so much time managing employees and volunteers… but somehow the metaphor worked and something clicked over in my brain. Woo-hoo!

So in a sense my purpose has already been fulfilled. Sweet. And we still have another full nine-hour day of training tomorrow.

I think I’m entitled to a gold star, no?

business as usual

Saturday, May 27th, 2006

It’s 2:30 a.m. and I’m in the business centre of the hotel I’m staying at in Ottawa. I’m here to attend a Women’s Dominance Intensive weekend with Midori, kinkster extraordinaire and all-round fabulous femme. She’s LOTS of fun. She’ll be visiting Montreal over Pride, from July 26 to August 3, and giving a load of workshops here while she’s around; I strongly encourage people to go. She really is a kick-ass educator. Viky’s bringing her in, so check out www.attitudes.cc for details, which should be posted now.

As I walked into this evening’s workshop, she soundly chastised me as soon for not participating in her "student lounge," a.k.a. yahoo group, for the past few months. I feel pretty bad about it myself - and those 78 huge e-mail digests sitting in my inbox waiting for me to catch up on them sure don’t help. Her yahoo group is the most amazing resource. It’s a collection of several thousand of the most intelligent, well-spoken, respectful and experienced perverts I’ve ever had the privilege of meeting, and they’re from all over the world. (Subscribe at divamidori-subscribe@yahoogroups.com.) From discussions through this group I have made online friends in such far-flung locales as Texas, Hawaii and Australia - and hey, any Australian chick who sends me pictures of her hubby tied to a radiator with a pair of nylons while wearing silk panties and sporting a noticeable hard-on is all right with me.

So I am going to follow Midori’s orders, delete my 78 digests, may they rest in peace, and get back at the business of having interesting conversations with excellent freaks.

As for this weekend… unfortunately, the very cute woman who was supposed to be my Sunday-afternoon demo bottom suffered a family emergency and needed to hop on a plane (my sympathies, C - we’ll take a raincheck I hope), but on the up side, a lovely woman I met at TOKink has volunteered to step in as a substitute, so that should be nice.

On a side note, of the dozen women attending this intensive, eight of us are queer, Midori included. How cool is that? And there’s a queer girl/trans party tomorrow night called Certain Sort, a fundraiser (aren’t they all?) for the Venus Envy scholarship program. (God, I love it - a sex shop that gives scholarships.) So perhaps by Sunday I’ll have interesting stories to tell about what the queer-girl party scene is like in Ottawa. I do know there are lots of great people here, but my general feeling about Ottawa is that it’s a boring government town where the women wear way too many powder-blue sweatshirts and have way too few faux-hawks and septum rings… so I’m hoping I’ll feel differently once I spend a few hours in a room full of queers. Cross your fingers for me, OK?

On the other hand, I just went to a nearby pub with one of my brothers for a midnight snack, and the waiters there were all wearing kilts and neckties. Anyone of any gender who wears a skirt and a tie makes me happy, so this place can’t be all bad. I forgot to ask if they worked commando or if restaurant hygiene rules required underwear. Ah well. It was just generally cool to hang out with my bro, talk about gay rights and ping-pong paddles and nipple clamps and bungee jumping with him (don’t ask) and comment on cute girls’ butts as they walked by. Quietly and non-objectifyingly, of course. Ahem.

While I’m here, I’m also meeting with some folks from the local SM dungeon, Breathless, to see about teaching a couple of workshops with them. Could be much fun if it works out!

And on that happy note, I’m going to hit the sack so that when 10:00 rolls around tomorrow morning, I’m not all yawns and dazed expressions while the lovely Miss M is trying to help me and the ten other women here become devastating dominants. I have all sorts of other interesting things to post about - like, for example, the amazing panel discussion I attended today about censorship, how wonderful the movie Better than Chocolate truly is, how I’ve figured out something about my shoe fetish and learned something new about the concept of arousal, and what it was like to sit at a table of authors and defend the concept of bisexuality this afternoon - but it’s three in the morning, I’m completely fucking pooped, and the guy at the hotel front desk is surely wondering exactly what sort of business I could possibly be getting up to at 3 a.m. Plus, my charming hotel roommates are surely finished fucking by now, so it should be safe to go back in there. So I digress.

Goodnight!

le jugement de Dieu + de Sade + de Beauvoir = disturbing

Tuesday, May 23rd, 2006

For the January edition of CinéKink, we screened the film Salo, a Passolini film based on the book 120 Days of Sodom by the Marquis de Sade. Due to, I dunno, weather and timing and who knows what else, only one person actually showed up to see the film with me - by far the lowest attendance we’ve ever had. I was disappointed, not so much because there was a low turnout - this sort of thing happens every once in a while no matter how well-organized an event may be, and taking it to heart does nobody any good - but because the film itself was so rich that I really would have liked to have more people around to discuss it with.

Okay, by "rich" I mean "full of thought-provoking images," not "gorgeous." The film was anything but gorgeous. There’s a fantastic description of it here for anyone who hasn’t seen it, and the second and third user reviews on this IMDB.com page are excellent, particularly the second which fully explains the movie’s "chapters" - The Antechamber of Hell, The Circle of Obsessions, The Circle of Shit and the Circle of Blood.

Yeah, it ain’t a pretty film. 

The basic storyline is that a handful of Nazi fascists round up a group of young men and women, take them to a castle and subject them to all sorts of tortures. Every review I read of it made it sound pretty stomach-turning, but to be honest I really didn’t think it was once I’d seen it. Of course it depicted some pretty gruesome things, but they were all at such a visual remove - nothing like the level of graphic gore you see in even your average horror movie nowadays - that it was hard to feel too affected by them except maybe in theory.

Bear with me here - I’m a little tired, but highly intellectually stimulated all of a sudden, and I’m going to try to be coherent.

Just today - for a translation job, no less - I came across a reference to a sound artist named Antonin Artaud. Apparently, he was a nutter, but a genius of sorts; he was a theorist, playwright and philosopher. Among other things, he wrote a piece for radio broadcast, entitled Pour en finir avec le jugement de dieu (To Have Done with the Judgment of God) that mirrors a lot of the themes from Salo. To wit (full text here):

Bloody and apocalyptic death rituals are described. Shit is vividly exalted as evidence of life and mortality. Questions about consciousness and knowledge are pursued and answered with more unanswerable questions. It all dead-ends in a scene in which God itself turns up on an autopsy table as a dissected organ taken from the defective corpse of mankind.

Apparently this was a reaction to his "incarcerators," i.e. the people who kept him in the insane asylum.

Not too dissimilar from our oft-imprisoned darling de Sade, really, though admittedly Artaud’s stuff seems a bit less sexual in theme and more into the whole shit and blood thing. But the thing that interests me the most is how many points of comparison I’m seeing between de Sade’s work and Artaud’s.

Okay, so a bit about de Sade for starters.

Simone de Beauvoir wrote a fascinating essay on the subject of de Sade and his work in 1955, entitled "Must We Burn Sade?". In it, she critiques him, but does not dismiss him; instead, she tries to elaborate a sort of explanation of his moral stances on things, and what she manages to tease out is not altogether evil. A few excerpts:

"He dreamed of an ideal society from which his special tastes would not exclude him. He really thought that such tastes would not constitute a serious danger to an enlightened society." (64) (Yeah, I’m down with that.)

"Sade raised no objection to tolerance, probably because, so far as he could observe, no on even tried to practice it; but he did attack fanatically what is called humaneness and benevolence. These were mystifications which aimed at reconciling the irreconcilable: the unsatisfied appetites of the poor and the selfish greed of the rich." (67) (A stance against hypocrisy. Good so far.)

"What he demands is that, in the struggle between irreconcilable existences, each one engage himself concretely in the name of his own existence. He approves of the vendetta, but not of the courts. We may kill, but we may not judge. The pretensions of the judge are more arrogant than those of the tyrant; for the tyrant confines himself to being himself, whereas the judge tries to erect his opinions into universal laws." (79) (Bit of a radical anarchist, maybe?)

"Sade’s basic charge against the codes imposed by society is that they are artificial." (60) (Nature vs. nurture all over again…)

"Nothing can threaten the man who can transform his very defeats into triumphs. He fears nothing because for him everything is good. The brutal factitiousness of things does not crush the free man because it does not interest him. He is concerned only with their meaning, and the meaning depends only upon him. A person who is whipped or penetrated by another may be the other’s master as well as his slave. The ambivalence of pain and pleasure, of humiliation and pride, enables the libertine to dominate any situation." (71) (Now this is my kind of zen, baby.)

I could go on, but it’s a complex text (Beauvoir? simple? ha!) and no excerpt will truly do it justice. Suffice it to say that the ideas are highly interesting - the thought that Sade was basically after an "ethics of authenticity" rather than wanting people to hide behind false kindness. I dunno. There’s a certain appeal, a certain rabid devotion to truth.

Of course, he was pretty monstrous in his practices - not exactly "safe, sane and consensual" - and he contradicted himself all over the place, among other things by enjoying the privileges of the rich whom he so heartily condemns. (As Beauvoir herself writes, "To sympathize with Sade too readily is to betray him." (79)) And he really was a bit crazy, too - not always super-coherent. I’ve got two meaty books by him on my shelf, as well as a biography, and one day I’ll get around to actually reading more of them, but from what I know his work is generally more remarkable for its shocking ideas than for its literary quality. I could be wrong. I’ll let you know sometime in 2009.

Obsession with shit and blood. Political rantings. Imprisonment and insanity. Interesting how these things show up hand-in-hand despite centuries’ difference. Even the circumstances of the works’ release bear some similarity - de Sade wrote 120 Days of Sodom in 1785, but it was only published in 1904, and Artaud’s radio piece was written in 1947 and broadcast thirty years later due to censorship at the time.

Maybe we think that disturbing ideas are easier to deal with once their originators are dead and gone? Yikes. The idea of judgment - on the part of God, of society, of censors - rightfully upsets the producers of disturbing work, and clearly has done so for time immemorial. For me, at least, whether I agree with the contents of the works or not, reading about the degree of success those judgments have encountered is in itself pretty disturbing.

bois, bras and bettie

Friday, May 19th, 2006

Went to see the Bettie Page film last night.

Does anyone else here have a huge hard-on for fifties-style pinup-girl high-heeled shoes with ankle straps? Gawd. The corsets and crops weren’t bad, either. Not to mention the lovely Gretchen Mol’s perfect breasts. Zowie.

The film, on the other hand… It’s kind of unfortunate, but I have to agree with the reviews I’ve read so far. The Mirror review is a case in point:

"Gretchen Mol may look convincing as the ’50s pin-up, but can she pull off Page’s descent into mental illness? Well, we¹ll never know. Disappointingly, the mostly black-and-white biopic concentrates almost exclusively on Page¹s heyday in New York and Miami. Starting with the 1955 Senate hearings that summoned Page for her role in porn peddling, director Mary Harron flashes back to the years leading up to the bust. In doing so, she leaves out all the juicy bits like the fact that Page married the same abusive man twice, and was institutionalized for allegedly threatening her landlady with a knife. On the upside, Mol has never looked hotter."

Yeah. A shame, really. The story could have been so interesting, but Bettie just ends up wearing really great outfits and looking like a clueless ditz most of the time - albeit a wonderfully unashamed one when it comes to nudity. What’s that line? Something about God only getting mad at Adam and Eve once they put on clothes. Hee hee.

There’s a bio here which covers some of the missing details, and the same site has a load of cute pictures of Bettie if you want to see the real thing. Some of the juicier (true? not true?) details are on Wikipedia, and IMDB has a bit more. I wonder why the filmmakers chose to do such a light overview of her life, and leave out so much.

Gah. I should have kept a tighter rein on my Googling, because now I’ve come across this link to retro shoes and I want to buy everything on the page. Help! I think I’m having a shoe fetish attack! Maybe I should reconsider buying those drool-worthy polka-dot ones I searched for last month. Which, by the way, according to the good people at Bust magazine, are a pair of $600 designer pumps available only at some exclusive boutique in New York City, which I deliberately avoided visiting last time I was there because I was sincerely concerned I’d drop two months’ rent on them even though logically I could only probably wear them with about four pieces of clothing in my wardrobe.

Anyway, back to Bettie. The filmmakers are none other than Guinevere Turner of dyke (Go Fish, The L Word) and fetish (Preaching to the Perverted) fame, and Mary Harron, who’s apparently from Ontario (who knew?) and who has worked on various projects with Turner. A friend told me she’s a dyke too, but a bio of hers does reference a husband. Whatevah. I appreciated the two veryveryvery short dyke shots in the film - one, a butch photographer with a New York accent at Bettie’s first shoot ("Pay some attention to the boys over here, Bettie!") and one a quick shot of a nameless, no-dialogue woman with a tie and glasses at some large public event.

So… go see it for the eye candy, of which there is plenty. But don’t expect any major revelations about the Suicide Girls’ grandma.

On the upside, my friend and I ended up having a short but very interesting talk about the fetishistic appeal of high-femme clothing and accessories. She explained that she feels extra-sexy when she’s in heels and skirts and cleavage, and that it’s a very powerful thing for her. She actually wears hot lingerie under staid professional clothing when she’s giving presentations for work so that she feels an extra boost of confidence. How hot is that?

I’ve been orbiting away from high femme for a while now, but in the last couple of weeks I’ve felt myself once again start to lean towards the femmier gear in my wardrobe. I, too, feel the appeal of the stuff when I wear it - the bones of a corset at my waist make me feel stronger, somehow, and a shoe strap around my ankle and the angle of my foot when I walk in heels makes me feel demure and dangerous at the same time. The perfect outline of a leg under fishnets and the luscious look of well-framed cleavage… It’s hard to explain, and I should probably chew on it and write more later. But high femme is a powerful place to be, logical or no, and at least for me it’s a profoundly queer one. I don’t feel like a cheesecake model showing off for the boys; rather, I feel like a deadly dame from some lesbian pulp novel, a woman of my own and choosing to direct my attentions towards the ladies (or gentlewomen, if you wish).

Another femme-identified friend of mine was complaining, at Lips the other night, that there aren’t enough butch women around who truly appreciate femme nowadays. She was wearing a red leather skirt and garters, and she yanked up her hem to expose the lace tops of her thigh-highs and wailed, "They’re all fags! I can do this all night, and the little butch girls won’t even notice… they’re all just interested in making out with each other!"

She’s got a point, but only to an extent. Her very own nicely tattooed "lady-boy," as she calls her, was certainly looking, and I spotted at least five or six others in the room who probably would have if they’d been turned in the right direction at the time. I think there will always be a charge in butch-femme for some of us, even if lots of dykes are fags nowadays. I dunno - it all kinda makes me happy. I like watching bois make out with one another almost as much as I like watching boys make out with one another, so even if I ain’t gettin’ any from those particular types, I still get the entertainment value of being a voyeur. And I’m not above putting on flat boots and a tie to hit on a short-haired gal if that’s how she swings. Yay for flexibility.

On that happy thought, it’s Friday night, and I’m off to hang out with some hotties in the Village. Fuck yeah.

Where’s my push-up bra?

have some humility with that dominance

Friday, May 19th, 2006

I’ve been hemming and hawing about posting a conference review of TOKink, which took place April 28-30. I’ve been back for over two weeks now and I’m still chewing on what to write. But my procrastination can’t last forever - I have promised a couple of lovely someones a write-up, and I’m the kind of girl who keeps her promises.

I think part of the reason is that I have some not-so-good things to say and I know the conference organizers and don’t want to hurt their feelings - especially since I know they’re going to read this. But I’ve finally managed to pick apart the nuances of this and I think I can do it right.

The thing that makes it easiest is that the conference itself was incredibly well-organized. :) No, I’m not just saying that to be nice - it really was a great job. There were a few glitches, but they were the sort of thing people do encounter when organizing major events, and they’re such technicalities it’s not even worth getting into them here - I’m sure I wouldn’t be telling the organizers anything they haven’t already figured out themselves. Seriously: the location was great, the schedule was clear and easy to follow, things happened on time, and the play parties were impressively well-organized and well-monitored with good music, good lighting, excellent play set-ups and great atmosphere. The TOKink play parties were nothing like that cold, industrial gymnasium/airport feeling I got at the TES party in New York… on the contrary, the (very large) room was set up in such a way that every station felt both intimate and easily accessible, and you could watch a scene from the other end of the room without ever feeling like you were in a hangar. And somehow, despite standard hotel carpeting, walls and tables, the place didn’t feel like it was a makeshift dungeon in a boardroom - it really just felt hot, sexy and spacious. Very very cool indeed.

The workshop line-up was pretty awesome too. The topics were wide-ranging and really fascinating, with a general focus on play techniques, which I really like - don’t get me wrong, theory is great, but when I spend a weekend devouring BDSM, I appreciate a well-rounded meal, and that includes lots of hands-on fun and demos galore. There were sessions on everything from bootblacking (hot!!) to pain processing to various forms of genital play to academic studies of kinksters to slavery to flogging to scent training. All of the ones I attended were super-informative.

Okay, okay, so the bad parts. I’m getting there!

It sucks to say this… but I have never in my life encountered so many overblown egos among the presenters at a kink event. Gawd! It was awful. And most of them were dominants.

Now, there were tons of wonderful people there also. In fact, I’m still in touch with no fewer than four people now that I barely knew before, and can sense solid friendships forming. And beyond the ones I connected with more deeply, I met quite a few other folks who impressed me to no end - attendees, presenters and organizers. But one of the salient features of my weekend was having to deal with quite a number of people whose self-importance was just disgusting. These are the kind of folks who give dominants and tops in the SM scene a bad name.

Let me say that in no way is this a criticism of the people who ran the conference - the organizers of a conference can’t be responsible for the behaviour of everyone who attends it, or everyone who presents at it. With that in mind, the bad experiences I had haven’t soured me on TOKink at all; I plan to go back next year because the experience as a whole was a blast. I will perhaps simply know who to avoid next time around.

So before I do any real bitching about bad dominants, I should probably lay out my opinion of what makes a good dominant.

The way I see it, a big part of doing good dominance is the way a person approaches it, not necessarily their practical skill level with toys or rope or whatever. Dominance, as I see it, needs to be done with respect, not entitlement; with humility, not ego; with generosity, not selfishness. I think these things are at the core of it, and if a dominant loses sight of them, in my view they lose their "true" power as well, and become no better than a schoolyard bully - whom pop psychology (rightfully) tells us are not strong or dominant at all, but weak and taking it out on people weaker than themselves. This is exactly what people hate in “bad” dominants… people who are pushy, self-centred, inconsiderate. In BDSM circles the phenomenon is commonly known as Tops’ Disease, which is basically another way of saying "being an asshole" except that it’s specifically applied to people on the dominant or top side of the coin.

I feel there are often parallels between teachers and dominants. Teachers need to focus people’s attention, manage a classroom, respond to questions, listen to their students so they know what they’d like to learn and how to help them get something out of the class, take a group’s thinking from points A to B, and be "on" at all times while on the job. I’m sure we’ve all encountered teachers who clearly talk for the pleasure of hearing their own voices, or whose egos ride so precariously on their perception of themselves as knowledgeable that they respond to any challenge or "threat" with great shows of sweeping authority far out of proportion to the issue at hand. I know I’ve met teachers like this here and there throughout my academic career - from preschool to university.

The way I see it, the principles of good dominance are exactly the same thing as the principles of good teaching, just filtered through different spheres. I always learn a lot from teachers who are respectful of my intelligence and of the classroom, not those who talk down to their students or bully them; teachers who are confident in their knowledge as it stands, but who acknowledge that like everyone in life, they are still learning too, and who can admit when they don’t know something rather than puffing up to defend their qualifications; who are there for the pleasure of seeing and helping people learn and take joy in that process, rather than to shore up their own sense of reigning expertise.

Trevor Jacques, one of the conference’s keynote speakers, gave a lot of interesting data about the BDSM community as part of his speech - he carried out an enormous independent academic study of BDSM practitioners and was presenting the breakdown of certain features. One of the facts he mentioned that struck me was that the vast majority of teachers within the BDSM world - in other words, people who pass on their knowledge in the context of conferences and other teaching opportunities - identify on the top/dominant end of the spectrum. I wonder if, had more bottom/submissive types been teaching that weekend, the flavour might have been different… because sadly, I encountered a few dominant teachers at TOKink who really showed me what not to do as a dominant teacher myself. (I suppose in and of itself that was a learning experience. Hmm. Silver lining!)

Here are a few examples, minus identifying details. (I am, after all, not interested in defaming people. Bad for the karma.)

While I was presenting one of my workshops, the presenter next door was speaking so loudly that their voice was totally overpowering my workshop. I chose to work around that by gathering my people closer and enunciating well, but one of the people in my group went over and asked them to tone it down so we could hear too. The other presenter’s response was to yell a threat over the wall that separated the groups - something along the lines of (allow me to paraphrase) "Wanna see who’s more dominant here?"

Um, no. I truly have no interest in comparing penis size with someone in front of two classes full of people who are surely interested in the subject matter at hand far more than in a battle of presenter egos. Yuck.

In another workshop, I asked a question of the presenter, thinking perhaps their technique, which was sexual, could be useful for me in a BDSM situation that was non-sexual, and I thought perhaps they’d have pointers on how to do that. The answer was one of the rudest I’ve ever heard - they basically told me in no uncertain terms, in front of a large audience, that non-sexual BDSM doesn’t exist, and if I thought it did I was lying to or kidding myself.

Gee, thanks for calling my honesty and the authenticity of my personal experiences into question in a large public setting. Y’know, in Shakespearian times that would have been cause for a duel, and with good reason - it’s incredibly inconsiderate to just randomly insult people’s ethics like that, whether you agree with them or not.

Luckily I don’t find that sort of invalidation particularly threatening - I know non-sexual BDSM exists because I’ve done it, and I’m hardly one to shy away from the sexual when it’s present, so I’m relatively certain I’m not delusional about this. I don’t require expert validation of my experiences for them to be real. But I lost an enormous amount of respect for the presenter in question, whom I used to admire. Not so much for their opinion - we’re all entitled to ours, and I certainly have mine, and I don’t expect everyone to agree with me. But the attempt to publicly shame someone who disagrees with you says much more about your own terrible manners and lack of consideration than it does about the person who has the different opinion, and it showed me that even experienced presenters can fall into the trap of thinking their way is the only way and all others are wrong. Yikes.

And then there was the presenter who spent a quarter of their workshop repeating, ad nauseam, how truly "evil" a dominant they were. Once or twice was mildly funny, but when we got up to the dozenth time, it started to feel like they were trying to convince themselves of their own scary dominance as much as the audience - and if they really needed to insist on it that much, it’s probably not true. Not to mention irrelevant to the content of the workshop. The person’s ego-driven insistence on their own persona made it really hard for me to listen to them very seriously - I wanted teaching, not theatrics.

And then there was another workshop, a facilitated discussion, in which two of the attendees (both identifying as dominants or at least switches, from what I saw at least) turned into a lively debate between one another, apparently not realizing there was a whole group of others in the room who might not have been interested in their little witticisms. They took their discussion so far from the original topic that I really wished they’d have gone out for coffee and left the rest of us to talk about the issues at hand. The moderator - much younger and less experienced than either of the talkers - tried to jump in more than once to turn it around, and the two talkers didn’t leave any space for it or even acknowledge the effort. It was painful. And downright rude.

To me – and bear in mind this is my own, highly subjective view of things – dominance is a way of moving through the world with grace and serenity and self-knowledge and the willingness to learn, and all the power that comes with that. I hope I never forget that if someone gives me their submission, it is a gift and an honour, never something I magically “deserve” because I happen to flag left. And I hope that I never forget that if someone is giving me their attention in a classroom, it is also a gift and an honour, and one I can best return by respecting them and doing my best to provide whatever it is they sought out by coming to me in the first place. Not by sucking self-validation from their presence and cutting them down if they disagree with me.

I was already in the habit, when teaching, of telling people "I’m not an expert, but I will share what I know, and I invite you to share what you know too because one of the perks of teaching is that I get to learn from my students." The experiences I had with some of the TOKink presenters have shored up my conviction that this is a good idea, and I want to try and find even more ways to work that approach into my teaching in the future. I never want someone leaving a workshop I give with the sense that I’ve just insulted or belittled them, or that I think I’m much cooler than they are. Nobody wants to waste their time on that kind of experience, and I don’t want to be the source of it.

One dominant presenter at the conference did something very different. At the very beginning of their workshop, they spotted someone in the audience and singled them out - for an apology. The presenter said (paraphrased), "I was rude to you last night, and it was uncalled for, and I am sorry. You came upon me unexpectedly and I snapped at you, but I should not have spoken to you that way. Please forgive me."

The presenter then went on to say to the classroom something along the lines of, "Just because you are a dominant doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be humble. In fact you’re only really doing dominance well if you do it with humility, when you can admit when you’re wrong, and when you take responsibility for your mistakes."

Needless to say this impressed me enormously. It was refreshing to hear, and whaddaya know, my respect for them shot up ten notches with those few sentences. We need more people like this in the world of BDSM.

I wonder… I wonder who might show up if, at the next TOKink, I offered to host a facilitated discussion about the role of humility in kink - on the part of a dominant. It would certainly be fascinating to see.

In the meantime, I am going to chew some more on the idea of humility within BDSM. And I’m going to pursue the friendships and connections I made at TOKink, and go back next year, because I think the good people far outnumber the rude ones and I want to hang out with them and take part in making community with them. If you want a community to reflect your ideals, you gotta participate, ya? And I want a BDSM community that’s full of considerate, respectful, polite perverts, not rude and self-absorbed ones.

Call it a personal bias, but I don’t see BDSM as disassociated from the rest of someone’s existence. To be a really authentic part of you, power in BDSM (whether dominant or submissive - and yes, there is much power in the submissive role) and power in life almost have to be one and the same, otherwise one of them is just playacting (showboating?) and I don’t have much faith in that.

BDSM is no different from everyday life; we just wear lots more leather. We still need to remember our pleases and thank-yous, regardless of where we sit at the table.

flagging bi

Sunday, May 14th, 2006

Friday night, I was in the Village and I saw something I never in a million years would have expected to see.

For anyone who’s been there before, you’re doubtless familiar with the enormous and horrifically ugly Sky Complex. You know, the Vegas-style eyesore that is home to, I dunno, ten clubs, a few restaurants, a hotel, and god knows what else. It takes up the length of an entire city block and is truly an architectural armpit. Or maybe more like the building equivalent of a cheap jewelry store full of four-dollar bling.

Anyway, the place is so frickin’ ugly that it kind of pains me to give them credit as seriously as I am about to. But here goes… from what I have seen at least, they are the very first building in the Village to be proudly flying a bi flag over their door, on the highly visible corner of Ste-Catherine and Plessis.

Yes! There is a bi flag. I discovered it several years ago, but it’s quite remarkable how hard it can be to find, and how few people actually know what it means when they see it, or even know it exists (bi people included). Here’s a link to the story of the flag’s history - it’s pretty young, really, having been created in 1998.

In the seven years (god, I feel old) I’ve been around in Montreal’s queer community, I have never seen the bi flag flown by anything or anyone other than bi groups - of which the city has two, Bi-Montreal and Bi-Unité Montréal (mainly English-speaking and mainly French-speaking, respectively). I’ve stubbornly walked in the Pride parade with it every year, and from what I’ve seen I’ve been the only person doing so other than the one bi contingent. It’s rare to find bi-flag stickers in stores, and harder still to find any other interesting merch except what those same groups sell one day a year at Community Day during Pride.

The gay world, simply put, is not always a great place for bi folks. I promise I will indulge in a rant on the topic next time someone gay or lesbian says something utterly, crushingly stupid to me about how bi people haven’t yet figured out which side they’re on (because, of course, there are only two, and clearly we’re the confused ones, not the person making the idiot statement), or told me what sort of behaviour is appropriate for me in what spaces ("Don’t kiss him in front of me, OK? Because, you know, I see you as a lesbian."), or explained to me flat-out that we don’t exist (um, hello? Looky here?). All of which and then some I have encountered in the GL part of the GLBT world, and even, sadly, fairly often in the places that are nominally B- and T-inclusive. (I shudder to think what the trannies go through.)

Don’t get me wrong - I’ve been warmly welcomed by many Ls and Gs too, and lots of progressive dykes and fags wrapped their heads around bi inclusion years ago and figured out that "we" weren’t traitors to "their" cause, but political and personal allies (and friends, and lovers, and co-volunteers, and…). But at other times I’ve had to work pretty hard for that welcome, and do a lot of education in spaces where, if I’d been in need of getting emotional support and finding community, instead of being prepared to provide and create it, I might have just walked away. When I joined Gay Line, bi people were welcome to join, but bi issues weren’t talked about in training (and no, they aren’t exactly the same as gay issues only sliced in half). When I joined Tip of the Tongue in 2000, the group was in theory for lesbians only. In 2001, as part of a small research project, I called every women’s or women-inclusive group in the Fugues community listings section and asked each of them if they were inclusive of bisexuals, and nine out of ten said a resounding (and sometimes hostile-sounding) NO.

It’s still happening, too - the battle is not over by a long shot. At the very least nowadays groups are approaching me for help wrestling with the question, instead of me trying to bring the debate up where it’s not welcome. I’m beyond pleased that they’re tackling the question - but the very fact that some of them are still wrestling, or only just starting to, clearly means there is still work to be done.

So when I saw the happy little pink/lavender/blue flag hanging calmly over the door of one of the Village’s biggest spaces, suffice it to say I was impressed. There must be a good story behind the flag’s appearance. I must do some research here, and find out what happened to bring this little wordless sign of welcome into such a visible space in the, ahem, Gay Village.

I wonder if this is a (positive) sign of the times, or if it’s tokenism taken one step further. Next time I’m there, I’ll cross my fingers and go ask!

look, ma, no - um, never mind

Sunday, May 14th, 2006

Today is Mother’s Day. Have you called your mama yet?
Okay, I haven’t either, but I figured I’d remind myself along with you. I sent a card to my grandmother (who’s a hardcore feminist) and to my mother (who’s not, interestingly), and I have to call the Spawn’s moms and make sure they know that my honey and I are thinking of them.
Anyway, in keeping with the theme of the day, I decided to Google the words sex and mother’s day, and share a few links with y’all:
An article on same-sex motherhood and children’s books
Some political activism around issues affecting mothers (indymedia.org is great)
A study (2004) showing that single mothers have high self-esteem and high "sex-esteem" - how fascinating!
A hilarious story about being a lesbian mom, the joys of reproductive lesbian sex and how difficult it is to "accidentally" get pregnant (you don’t say!) when you’re in a same-sex couple. I think my favourite line here is, "There is something terribly naughty and titillating about two women in bed with a vial of disembodied sperm." Gah. What a thought.
All righty. That’s it for now. I’m off to have a nap, after blogging until 5 a.m. and getting up at 9:30. I’m never gonna shake this cough if I don’t sleep properly.