Saturday, October 30, 2010

Vote!

I take voting very seriously. As a citizen of a country that has a democratic government system, I believe it is a responsibility as well as a right to participate by voting. One of my parents was a British subject; hence, no voting for him. I have no memories of elections being a big deal in our household, or hearing my parents talk about who they were going to vote for during my childhood. Maybe that is why I was so curious about the process and hungry to take my place at the polls.

When I was 17 and a half, I set out to learn about politics in preparation for voting, as the month after I turned 18 was a presidential election. I found a tape called I Blow Minds for a Living with Jello Biafra's ranting about monkey wrenching the system while at the same time fulfilling one's civic duty by voting. After listening to him, I decided to register as a independent rather than proclaim a political party. I became diligent about researching candidates, initiatives and propositions so that I could make an informed decision based on my ethics and ideals.

I loved pouring over my voter's pamphlet, making notes of my opinions, crossing things out and circling other things so that when I went to the polls I was prepared. This was a sacred rite in which I eagerly participated. Going to the polling station was truly satisfying; especially when it was located in a school. For some reason, voting in a church was much less satisfying. I guess I take the concept of separating church and state too literally.

I understand the reasons for having a mail in system, but I do miss going to the polls. Last year, I saved voting for the first Tuesday in November; taking my ballot to the drop off station rather than mailing it in. I was doing my best to maintain that polling ritual. This year, I am accepting the fact that I will be mailing in my ballot. I have been reading my pamphlet and searching on the interweb in between working, marking my votes as I go. Voting while all bundled up in bed is quite nice. I think this soften the disappointment of not going to the polls.

Remember to get your ballots in the mail or to a drop off point by Tuesday November 2nd. Enjoy your responsibility!

Monday, October 25, 2010

Fire Connection

I started spinning staff again. Practicing to polish my skills and pushing myself farther. Making new contacts in the fire community where I can and envisioning where I want to go with this activity. I want to make art. I want to perform with fire again.

YouTube is great for generating ideas and finding heroes. Contact work has captured my attention and this video gave me a goal to work toward:

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Endorsement of the week.

Fact: I have long curly hair. And finding someone who can give a haircut that still looks good a month later, or even the next week, is difficult.

About six years ago, my beloved "hair artist" left Seattle for Chicago. Since then, I have suffered through some less than stellar haircuts. One day in desperation, I cut my own hairs in a spring time ritual. After the lack of dire results, and because I didn't have anyone who would take me to task for doing it myself, it became a yearly tradition.

And then I met Eric, the master of long curly hair. After the 4th friend recommended that I go to the Robert Leonard Salon and ask for Eric, I figured I should. I am immensely pleased with the results.  A month later, I shake out my hair from a ponytail or when I crawl out of bed and it still looks fabulous!

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

A fan-tastic weekend!

This weekend, the Foundation for Sex Positive Culture is hosting two authors I greatly admire.

Deborah Sundahl wrote Female Ejaculation and the G-spot which is an incredible book that walks a woman through the whys, whats and hows of ejaculating during orgasm. Complete with anatomy references and drawing to make anyone drool, this book is a must have for anyone who has anything to do with a vulva.

Deborah's class "The Feminine Fountain: Female Ejaculation and the G-Spot" is being held at the CSPC on Friday, Oct. 22 at 8pm. This class is open to all genders. I have heard her speak in the past and am very excited to have the chance to attend a class!


At the other end of the weekend, if you liked Sex at Dawn: The Prehistoric Origins of Modern Sexuality you will want to be at the CSPC for An Intimate Evening with Author Christopher Ryan. With all the fascinating conversations this book as inspired among my community, I am quite curious.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

I get to teach in Victoria!

The first weekend of November, the 5th-7th, I will be at Sagacity of Victoria's Annual Birthday Bash & Kink Conference.  "Head Games: Anatomy for Edge Play with the Head & Neck" and "Anatomy for Bondage" are the two classes I will be presenting on Saturday.

What does this mean? It means that I will officially be an international presenter. More exciting than that is the fact that I will get to use my new passport. I'll be taking the Clipper ferry over to Victoria, both firsts for me, with my lovely comrade presenter, Allena Gabosch, and Jim Duvall as my traveling companion.

If you don't have plans for that weekend, do consider taking a mini-vacation. The people I have talked to who have attended past Sagacity Bashes gave good reviews about how much fun they have had. I am hoping to get in a little sightseeing while I am in Vitoria, too. Check out the FetLife event page to see who else is going.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Look, Ma, no phobia! (Pt. 2)

I found myself intrigued by my reaction. I became convinced that the art of fire dancing held the key to me overcoming my phobia. Within a few months I had found a mentor and began the process of learning to be a fire performer and a “safety” for other performers. I became proficient. But I didn’t erase the phobia; I learned how to disassociate enough so I could function safely with the fire. I didn’t feel the joy of spinning that so many talked about. I certainly didn’t love the sound of the fire roaring around me as it fought the wind resistance generated by spinning. What I felt was a sense of accomplishment and strength. I was proud that I had worked through my fear enough to be able to hold two fans, each with 5 wicks, or a 5 foot long staff with flaming ends. But I was also tense and focused and hypersensitive to whatever I perceived as the slightest lapse in safety.
1st fire dance- Photo by G. Siano, 2006


When I was deemed ready to “light up” I was nervous, to say the least. Focusing on the safety protocols and preparations helped keep me from flying into a panic at what I was about to do. The the amount of will power required to continue after the completion of each step in the process to light up steadily increased. I felt like I was scraping the bottom of the barrel by the time my mentor stood in front of me with the lighter asking if I was ready. With a nod yes and the proffered end of my staff, it started.

From that point on, I regularly performed with fire for  about 2 years. It got easier, though only to a point. I refused to learn to fire eating or breathing. While I didnt' refuse, I did avoid doing any contact work, even doing fire contact on another was difficult. Eventually, my performance partner convinced me to feed him fire as part of a sexy dessert skit for the Little Red Studio. The first time we did the rehearsal with fire, I just about threw up from the anxiety. I preferred to stick with using my fans, as then at least I could feel like I had full control over the movement of the fire. Spinning the staff was harder; the momentum made for more possibility to lose control of the fire.

Eventually, I came to the conclusion that performing with fore wasn't  reducing the scope of my phobia. Nothing had changed in my relationship to fire outside of performing. And even then, I wasn't overcoming the fear, I was just managing it when I performed. So, I stopped spinning. I still kept my tools, as they were all custom made for me, and one of them by me. In the back of my head, I thought I would try again in the future.

Enter hypnosis. Jim is, among all his other talents, a certified hypnotherapist. Using hypnosis as a tool for resolving phobias is a fairly common thing and there are a number of different approaches to choose from based on the circumstances at hand. Regression was a good tool once we realized that we had to do it repeatedly in order to pull off the layers. Parts therapy ground the process to a halt, but was still illuminating. There was about a month with hard emotional work of processing and integrating everything I learned about where the phobia came from.


Last weekend, Jim & I did a photo shoot we have been talking about for years. He has wanted to learn how to photograph fire performances, which takes a fair amount of practice. I was finally eager to spin for him, rather than just willing to help out. While we didn't get any art out of the shoot, I discovered that I truly had worked through the phobia: I felt joy, giggling bubbling up to the surface, as I worked the fire around me. The huge grin captured in the photos said it all.

Jim pointed out to me that he had never seen that look on my face before when I performed with fire. He said I always looked nervous and tense. And not just in the pre-show jitters kind of way. More like I was using every ounce of self control to not throw the fire tool as far away from me as possible. Looking back through all the photos I have of me performing, I see he is right; even in the photos where I am smiling, it's pasted on, lacking any joy in my eyes.

 Now, I go forward. I want to increase my skill set to include contact staff. All the work I currently admire and skills I envy are in that arena. It means getting closer to the fire, and I am excited that I can start practicing without panic attacks.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Look, Ma, no Phobia! (Pt. 1)

As a child, I lived through numerous experiences where I was scared by fire and explosions. A phobia developed around being burned or fire going out of control. I had a lot of shame wrapped up in being scared of fire. I felt it was a failing that I was irrationally scared of something, that while dangerous, was normally controlled and so useful. People would tell me it was an understandable fear, and then be shocked to find out that pulling something out of the oven would take me to to the point of panic or that I was incapable of making barbecue.



I managed quite nicely in avoiding pushing against the phobia too often. When camping, I would stand with my back to the inevitable fire, being only near enough to keep myself warm. Occasionally, I would I find myself lamenting that I had to rely on others to make me barbecue.  I managed to survive living two years in a house with a fireplace without having a nervous breakdown. Finding the condo with a gas fireplace turned out to be a great compromise between my fear and my then partner's love of having a fireplace in the home. I would always end up stressed out, often crying, on the Fourth of July; hating the family nature of the day that made my presence a requirement.



In the fall of 2000, during a First Thursday ArtWalk, I saw my first fire performance with my dear friend Ken. The woman was spinning poi (basically flaming balls on the ends of chain) and dancing around. Ken was enraptured and I was uncomfortable, even from our vantage point over 100 feet away. As she neared the end of her burn time, she knelt down and arched backward, spinning the poi in front of her body, arms outstretched and close together so that the fire looked to be tickling at her torso. As my panic rose, she stopped spinning and trailed the poi up her body and licked at the flame. I lost all semblance of control, spinning around, burst into tears and speed-walked away from the sight.



Ken dove head long into the fire arts. He learned in any how to spin staff, wield flaming whips and swords, among many other tools. He would kindly not mention details of what he was doing out of respect for my distress over the subject. 4 years later, he emailed me a video link saying that he was immensely pleased with himself and that while he knew I wasn't into it, he wanted to show me what he was doing. The video was him dancing with a woman while he was spinning a fire staff and she was dancing with fire bowls. And I found myself being turned on. By the beauty, by the artistry, by the chemistry between them. I immediately called him. "I can't believe that you just turned me on with fire!"