I Flickr follow a number of talented SL photographers who favour BDSM themes. I am envious because I can’t figure out where they source their bondage outfits and props. For years Prairie Kawashima has unknowingly taunted me with her androgynous naked Asian av, who poses modestly in perfectly snug delicate rope harnesses. Driscol Byron’s subs, Laura, a Surprise Package in the Kink Department, Sacha Audeburgh, Ash and Laura Demonista appear latexed and leathered, wrapped and strapped, and bound and gagged to within an inch of their corsets. But with the exception of the gifted Surprise Package, who has begun to blog, none of them names her sources. This leaves me searching for kinky gear on the Marketplace, where I was finally rewarded for my submissive patience (or obstinacy) when I found some affordable fetish wear from DRBC. Continue reading
Oh no, Princess Predicament of the House of Prats is lost in the woods! Whatever will she do?! More importantly, what is she wearing? Continue reading
I’ve been researching the global exploitation of women’s reproductive labour. In the same part of the world where many resort to prostitution and are victims of sex trafficking, Romanian women are favoured producers of eggs for IVF because they are fair skinned. They undergo the procedure of hyper-stimulation of the ovaries, which is not without risk, in order to produce between 16 and 30 eggs per cycle, for which they may be paid three thousand dollars. Meanwhile, a smart, athletic, blonde college girl in the USA could earn up to twenty thousand for the same labour and yield. (Keep in mind that unlike sperm eggs are a finite resource, so Romanians who donate two or three times to make enough money are jeopardizing their own fertility.) Reproductive tourism flourishes in India and Thailand. Gay couples and single would-be parents as well as infertile hetero couples who cannot access IVF in their countries, or who want to do it less expensively, can hire a surrogate at a rock-bottom rate. Three thousand dollars per gestation is wealth for an Indian woman. It is also between twenty and fifty percent of the amount a North American woman would earn. Indian surrogates are valued because they are closely monitored, often housed in dormitories for the duration of the pregnancy. The disparity in wealth and rights between would-be parents and surrogates was illustrated recently when Israel evacuated the babies carried for its citizens from quake-stricken Nepal but left the surrogate mothers behind. This is the nature of any contract: once the terms have been fulfilled the relationship between the parties is at an end. In India, surrogacy businesses are not regulated by law. Nor are clinics that sell fake stem-cell therapies. In the west, women are asked to donate eggs or IVF-derived embryos for research into cell therapies. The “supernumerary” IVF embryos are going to be destroyed anyway, so why not donate. Women who donate eggs for research often have family members who suffer from potentially treatable terminal diseases; and they are already primed to donate because of the hype associated with the miracle cures in the offing. Thus far, only one stem-cell therapy (for macular degeneration) has been tested. It took a year to produce enough cells for the treatment—and that’s for the eye, a relatively small body part. Research into methods of producing stem cells without destroying embryos has been deemed “inefficient” because it requires hundreds of eggs, which are in short supply. Because a method like SCNT does not express any of the egg donor’s genetic traits, poor women of colour from around the globe will be ripe for exploitation. Racism will not prompt rejection of donors, but it will ensure that the women are paid very little.
As a relatively privileged western feminist, I have the luxury of condemning the commodification of other women’s bodies and body parts. From a position in which I assume that my body will never be sold, I can argue that poor women do not actually have the freedom to choose whether or not to sell eggs or rent their wombs. I can state that any woman who is already suffering sexism and racism as well as poverty is being coerced into this work. Thinking only in terms of western values, I can argue that an Indian woman does not have the “freedom to choose” when she contracts to do reproductive labour. (That in itself is a neo-liberalist marketplace concept of individual freedom, one that I have the individual freedom to abhor.) Looking for a less myopic approach to the issue, I have found at least one compelling argument: affluent westerners’ exploitation of poor women’s reproductive labour is unethical as long as we are doing nothing to end systemic immiseration around the globe.
r2_A/D/E ayame[M]nude2 (at Collabor88 till the 6th of July)
.HW. [Hollyweird], Thrive – Belly Tattoo- FADED
Noodles – Luna Chain Top Rose Gold XS
r2 A/D/E ayame arm warmers[S]nude (at Collabor88 till the 6th of July)
r2 A/D/E kagetsu boots[XS]sheer
Slink Female Feet (AvEnhance) XXS – High
.:EMO-tions:. * TIZIA*/black with EMO-tions base black – 5
Slink, Avatar Enhancement Hands V2.1 – Casual
Clemmm – Damaged Hands *Bruises and grit* 1
[Haste] Satire Bracelet – Rose Gold (gacha)
-Glam Affair – Mokatana – Jamaica 07 A
.random.Matter. – Misery Brows
pose one: Flowey
pose two: not available
shot at Hangars Liquides
Portia can’t understand why she isn’t able to fall asleep. Me either. Continue reading
Quitterie is the latest lacy lingerie from Yukachoco Magic for Chocolate Atelier. It’s available at On9 in black, red, white and green, worn here. There are system layers and appliers for bodies by Maitreya, shown here, Slink, TMP and Wowmeh. I was curious about the origin of the name and discovered that Quitterie is both a rabbit-headed manga character and an obscure virgin martyr. The French female name Quitterie means “quiet.” That’s perfect for poor muzzled Portia, who awaits the return of her master, not because she longs to be freed but because she is impatient to be punished and petted. Continue reading
This is one of those posts that’s hiding the very very naughty bits under the cut. It’s also hiding the latest accessories from Zib Scaggs for Zibska. Not to mention an account of what I mean by “it” when I say “it happened.” Continue reading
It was six years ago this week when I joined Second Life and just about a year ago that I shot the pictures featured in today’s post. When I joined SL I’d had no experience of BDSM and shibari. They were the stuff of fantasy and fascination. By the time I did this photoshoot with a bound, blonde Portia I’d discovered the pleasure of submission with a man I met inworld and dated online, but I hadn’t been tied. I went to my first munch early last July, entering the scene as a submissive but realizing relatively soon that it was going to take me a while to find a dominant. I have tended to describe rope as an alternative to the D/s relationship that I want but don’t expect to find, but it’s becoming more than that. Today I am pleasantly exhausted after being tied eleven times in eight days. How did I manage that? I attended Shibaricon in Chicago last weekend, which led to some follow-up skills sharing, a demo of a particularly boobalicious harness and a play date last night. Shibaricon featured excellent teachers/performers from all over the world, each one with her or his distinct theory and practice. By the time the four-day event was over I was just as interested in the history, the philosophies and the technical aspects of tying as I was in enjoying the physical and emotional pleasures of being tied. Now that I have two regular play partners, I am able to explore my masochistic side, enjoying the pain of tight rope and impact play. And I may have just met a woman with whom I can explore shame, which is the aspect of shibari that makes it sexually stimulating for me. Shibari originated as a means of restraining prisoners for the purpose of capturing, interrogating and parading them. The significance of this came home to me last weekend when I attended a class where I learned about a tie used to expose female prisoners’ underarms, a part of the body that is not meant to be revealed. Humiliation is key to the erotic and pornographic derivations of rope bondage. The shame of the bound woman is displayed not just physically by emphasizing the breasts and opening the legs, but also psychologically by showing the erotic pleasure the woman takes in being bound and in being thus humiliated. Continue reading
My track pad is so fucked. I kept trying to take better pix of this summery ensemble and trying to edit the pix I already had, but I ended up with a wildly swinging camera inworld and smeared scribbles in GIMP. This does not in any way diminish my love for Aikea Rieko’s Ruina dress for The Plastik, which is available at The Thrift Shop in many colours and fabrics. Each dress comes in mini, mid-thigh and lady-like-length versions. I chose the last because I like the combo of a conservative skirt length and big breasts. (In fact, at one point I was thinking of this as an homage to Joan in Mad Men.) Also featured in today’s look are the beautifully curvy Salvie earrings from The Plastik, which you will find at The Secret Affair. Each version of the earrings includes a HUD to change jewel colours.
Hedda looks soft and lovely in Perfume, the latest look from Sopha Portal for MUDSKIN, which you will find at Kustom 9. Her hair is a VIP group gift from Moon, her bracelets a Fameshed anniversary gift by SYS, and her necklace a VIP group gift from Finesmith.