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Gentleman Handling

Here’s a new, very beautiful and very sexy website that I’m incredibly excited to tell you about! It’s the first commercial venture from Sensate Films, a new erotica production company which has been put together by two incredible ladies who I am privileged to be friends with, Aven Frey and Gala Vanting.

The website is gentlemanhandling.com

“What we’ve made here, really, is a lovely place to watch moving images of male masturbation. GentlemanHandling attempts to strip the image of male sexual pleasure from its less-than-savoury pornographic contexts and situate it in a style of imagemaking that is honest, attentive, and reverent. In our years of experience in the pornosphere, we’ve found that men have just as much to lose as other genders from the dishonesty and superficiality of mass-produced sexual imagery. So we’ve taken up the project of presenting our contributors in a manner that highlights their human-ness, their individual sexual style. Self-pleasure is a deeply personal thing and is often glossed over or neglected in mainstream sexual media. We’re trying to take steps to change that.” ~ http://gentlemanhandling.com/public/main.php?page=about

As someone who has seen many of the films produced for the website (fuck yeah sneak previews!), I can say in all honestly that they are beautifully filmed, sensitively edited,  incredibly gorgeous, raw, powerful and most importantly, intensely sexy. Gala and Aven also have a talent for finding immensely attractive but diverse men who all have a real presence in front of the camera and seem really comfortable in their skin and sexuality.

I truly believe that this project is onto a very, very good thing. Watching these beautiful men indulging in self pleasure, seeing their face as they get lost in their own senses… well, for me it was as good as looking at a beautiful painting – a beautiful painting that made me need to take a cold shower afterwards. There were moments during some of the films when I gasped, there were moments when I felt my face getting hot, there were moments when I even felt a little sad because male sexuality is every bit as rich, varied, beautiful and sexy as its female equivalent but it has been neglected for so long, considered crude, ugly, base.

Gentleman Handling gives male sexuality the attention and respect it deserves. So fuck yeah to that!

Go check the website out, watch the preview video I posted at the top of this entry, subscribe if you want to see beautiful men masturbate and spread the word if you want to support new, ground-breaking, beautiful and ethical porn. Seriously, they only just released the website so you get to say “Oh yeah, I knew about that before it was famous!”



The Accidental Exhibitionist
September 1, 2010, 9:57 pm
Filed under: Feminism, Sex | Tags: , , , , ,

I wrote about this at the time, but can’t find my original transcript so this is going to be written entirely from memory. So any of my friends who might remember the original story will have to forgive any embellishments or omissions!

In 2007, when I had only been living in Melbourne for about seven months, I went to Sexpo Australia with my partner at the time. It was pretty tacky for the most part, oceans of stalls selling overpriced sex toys but we’d never been to anything like this before and I think we were resolved to having a good time.

So we walked around wearing red, fuzzy handcuffs (ah so gloriously vanilla!), checking out the $2 peepshows, riding on the sexy ghost train (there really was one!) and talking with various stallholders about their wacky wares. It was fun! Anyone who knows me knows I’m fascinated with kitsch and especially the way we make the sexual experience into a kitsch one.

At some point during the day, we came across a stall with some very strange contraptions indeed – I believe they were either Sybians or Sybian imitations. To me, at the time, they just looked like ridiculous, vibrating boxes with nubs attached to them. While we were wondering over these weird, ugly boxes a salesman came up and asked me if I’d like to try one, to which I politely declined and quickly walked away. The whole thing struck me as a tad seedy.

However, later on we passed the same stall and noticed that a crowd had gathered. A fully clothed woman was sitting on one of the machines, bright red face screwed up and looking utterly gleeful. Very shortly, she brought herself to climax and then had a dazed, shocked expression as the salesmen helped her stand up and get off. At this point, the intrigue got the better of me and as the crowd dispersed, I went up to the machine for a closer inspection. Once again, I was offered the chance to try and this time I thought “What the hell?” and clambered on, fully clothed.

One of the salesmen, wrinkled beyond his years, explained to me how to press myself against the powerfully vibrating nub on top of the machine: “Put yer clit here, darlin’”. I was shocked by the power of the vibration but didn’t instantly feel anything in the way of sexual excitement; it was all too strange… but gradually, the tingling that had only recently become familiar begun to take over and, well, I sort of started humping the thing! Still, I’m usually pretty awkward and uncomfortable in social situations (social anxiety is a constant struggle for me) so I was fluctuating between arousal due to intense sensations, and then bursting into nervous laughter as I realised that a rather large crowd was gathering.

I remember making a lot of jokes with the salesmen while this was happening. I remember being on there for so long that one of the men asked my partner “Is she ok? She can stop if she wants to!” to which I cried out “Do I have to?” The man laughed “Not at all!” I remember one of the salesmen suggesting to my partner “Bite her neck,” to which he kindly obliged. I remember wondering “What the fuck am I doing? I’m in public!” and vaguely wondering why I was allowing myself to be exploited… then, eventually, laughing and gripping my partner’s leg, I came.

I stop up, red faced and sweaty, on shaky legs and realised just how big the crowd of people was. I weakly raised my hand and the crowd fucking cheered! I kid you not! My partner and a salesman then helped me to a chair where I was given some free toys – though obviously not a Sybian!

I remember walking away from that feeling excited, aroused, amazed at my own bravery, and ready for more new experiences.

Reflecting on my very public wank…

I’ve been thinking about that experience a lot lately and about the exhibitionist I acknowledged within myself that day. While the setting was somewhat seedy, the experience was ultimately liberating for me because I felt in control and as if I was breaking down some of my own barriers, a challenge I always enjoy.

The only other similar experiences I’ve had since have been making films for Beautiful Agony and I Feel Myself, but being in front of a camera which you control yourself is a different experience to being in front of a live audience. I admit that only once, so far, have I ventured to any sort of sex club; a BDSM club a couple of years ago and while I enjoyed being a voyeur, at that point I was not game enough to step up myself – nor did I have any idea of how to initiate such a thing.

So it’s occurred to me that I feel very much ready for some new adventures. Perhaps that will be my mission over the upcoming summer months. We shall have to wait and see.



Nio faps…
April 12, 2010, 11:19 pm
Filed under: Sex | Tags: , , ,

I’m still developing my confidence with this whole blogging thing, so I apologise for the infrequent updates. I also admit to having something of a procrastination problem. See, whenever I sit down to write something sex related for this blog, I end up getting distracted… Two hours and several orgasms later and whoops, it’s time to go to bed!

Actually, I think I have my priorities right.

Anyway, here, have a quick crappy picture. Pardon the really bad airbrush painting done in Adobe Photoshop. I really need to learn how to use a digital painting program. I also need to learn how to make tongues look less creepy.

Lately I’ve been really fixated on the pure oral pleasure of gently sucking another person’s tongue. When I was younger, I thought that kissing with tongue sounded disgusting, why would I want to share spit with someone? Oh how wrong I was, oh how terribly, wonderfully wrong!