Posts Tagged ‘Sex’

Sex Advice

Tuesday, September 11th, 2012

My advice to young women about sex – well that’s an interesting thing. I have had a great deal of sex in my life, yet not a lot of people ask me sex advice. Perhaps its because I complain a bunch about it and nobody likes a squeaky wheel although it does get the grease. I don’t know. I have it less lately, more because the level of my desire has gone way down. It may be aging, or a health issue, or a kind of shutting off of lights in certain rooms that don’t get used much in order to save energy. I’m being green about it.



It might be because I have had a lot of sexual experiences I didn’t want. Now that sounds like rape and it isn’t exactly, because that has happened too, and I know what it feels like. I don’t have any shame around that, or being molested, since I had no say in it and nothing to do with it. I just happened to be physically smaller and that’s not my fault, so I refuse to let that bad stuff hang around and mess me up. how much it has taken from me, I have no idea – I refuse to look at it, so it doesn’t exist. Therapy hasn’t helped me around it, but I also just don’t care. Not caring has helped more, frankly. Not caring is like a balm for all wounds and suffering. Not caring rules. Being able to say, “I don’t care”, is like saying “I love you” to yourself. It’s like ultimate power, and you don’t even care. Awesome. We can’t control what happens to us, but we can control how much we care. That’s the best. I hope you consider that, whatever you’re going through, and if you are a young woman, you are going through something. I am an old woman and I am still going through it. I am sending my love to you and hoping I can help some.



But the sex I am talking about having, the kind I didn’t want, is sex I initiated with people I wasn’t attracted to so that I could get finished faster, or so I didn’t have explain whytowherefor I wasn’t into it or into them, or I loved them so much, but the chemistry wasn’t there, and I felt bad for them and so I would leave my body temporarily for them to do what they wanted, like “take what you want, I’ll be over there” and then return at the end for cuddling and the nice warmth of sleeping in a bed with another person.



I had too much sex for the enjoyment of other people. I put myself last in the buffet line of desire. I just let it happen. I did it because I thought I was ugly, and if I didn’t take that chance right then to be loved, it wouldn’t happen again. That’s sad to me now, because I was such a beautiful young girl, like you are now, and I never appreciated that beauty when it was there looking right back at me. It’s ok though. I still look good.



I faked orgasms all the time, to the point where I never learned how to have them properly, and it became a weird big deal and I even remember when I almost had one, and I was really young, but something stopped me and I felt scared and self conscious and instead of really focusing and going ahead and having one, I just faked one and then kept doing it. It’s hard to go back and correct that. I don’t bother with that anymore. I never fake it, and I am sure sometimes people would wish that I did, but I don’t care.



Vibrators are fantastic inventions, and they should be used more. Keep it plugged in or charged or fresh with batteries. There’s all different kinds, new kinds, old kinds. I think vibrators are the best. Some don’t need them, but why not? who cares who needs what except what you need? That is all that matters. What you need is all that matters.



Remember always that sex is for you first, and then the other person by proxy, but actually it pays off better for the other person if it is for you first. Sex is strange that way. The more we are in it, the more we all win it. There is no ‘I’ in team, but there is a ‘me’. I just want to put slogans in your head so its easy to keep it in mind when you are doing stuff.



Sex can be amazingly great – if you are turned on, and gross and terrible if you are not, so trust what is exciting to you. That’s your ticket to ride, seriously.



Sex Party Food

Tuesday, April 10th, 2012

I have been to many sex parties since my sex career has been fairly long and tumultuous. I think what the truth is that unfortunately I don’t like sex much, or I like it too much and so I have tried a number of things that don’t suit me and sex parties is one of them. I like the idea of them but I also have never had fun at one, so I don’t go anymore.



But I am finding that I miss them.



What I miss is the food. There’s always a really funny and odd variety of food at sex events that both puzzles and arouses me, not sexually exactly, but there is still tremendous desire involved. I would think about the food as I participated in the strange and sometimes irritating sex and couldn’t wait to get back to the buffet table and would be annoyed when yet another lover would pull me away from it.



There’s always chili, the home-made kind, with lots of canned kidney beans and ground beef and the flavoring out of a packet. Something about those ready made spice mixes gets me really excited. Perhaps it’s the egregious amounts of sodium or the odd chemicals and preservatives that have me hooked. They offer an imitation of life, rather than life itself, but I’d rather have an imitation than the real thing, because I am so used to the imitation that the imposter is more appealing. the chili was thick and bubbled over and was served in the pot it was cooked in, which is the best way.



Hot dogs and buns to eat with the chili were a must. Hot dogs and sex parties have long been inseparable entities. Even at the bare bones bathhouses and warehouse gatherings open only to gay men, they still had hot dogs and off brand soda available from 2 litre bottles left open so the carbonation had gone completely flat. Of course I have not been invited to any of these – but I heard about what was served.



Barbecue potato chips were eternally growing stale in large plastic bowls usually reserved for punch, which was less common. Barbecue was the flavor most likely seen at S&M functions, but then the swinger set could be relied upon a bag or two of sour cream and onion. Never plain, never baked and never salt and vinegar which is sad because salt and vinegar is my favorite.



There was always a big sourdough bread round hollowed out and filled with a spinach cream cheese dip, which I would illegally dip the barbecue chips and sometimes even the hot dogs in, criminal as I am, lawless to the core. I don’t know why they don’t serve the fluffy guts of the loaf next to the bread carcass, but that has never been the case. Perhaps it gets too hard to eat, but I actually like the crispness of fresh bread after its been exposed to the air for a time and it would give some body to scoop up the spinach dip.



The best part of sex party food are the cookies. The later parties I went to had trendier sweets like minicupcakes, which are sexy to look at and pleasing to the eye, like the lingerie of food, little fancies to get you going, but in my heart, the cookies were what I yearned for. These were always prepared by some kind of sex slave, so they were always baked extraordinarily well. This is one of things I adore about the leather community. Submissives made the best cookies and I think about those treats and I would happily turn up at anyone’s dungeon if the slaves were doing the baking.



Group

Thursday, March 29th, 2012

I have never gotten comfortable with having group sex even though I have done it a number of times. More than what I can count on my fingers and toes, which dishonors them for all their hard work. It did make my hands strong for guitar and motorcycle, but as for getting anything out of it besides having lots of sex I came up empty handed.



What is my main problem with group sex? It’s never sexy. That’s the plain truth, and that’s quite a disappointment.  I realize that the importance of sex is intimacy, the soul and all its components laid bare and set in front of another, and group sex, although it does affect the machinations of it, doesn’t accomplish it. There’s too many people. there’s too many factors that can cause a chain reaction of unpleasantness that is impossible to reverse, like a train with many passengers headed for a helpless maiden bound to the tracks.



You’re not likely to be attracted to every person in the bunch, which is no one’s fault, it’s just the way things are, and there is a level of compromised desire which I am frankly too old to consider. It takes a lot to get me off now, with my advanced age and dead tired nervous system. My wires are disconnected in some places, burnt out in others. The ends of them are frayed and there are frequent brown outs and flickerings and surges that defy prediction and more importantly, even the hope of repair. That happens as we grow old. There’s parts of the body we don’t even feel, don’t access or care about in the least, as if we die bit by bit every day, the gradual eventuality of oxidization. I am rusty and nearing the midcentury point. It’s all downhill from here and I need less of myself as I move on. I don’t think this is bad. This is merely life. I don’t judge myself for how long I have been here living it. It’s not my doing and its everyone’s fate. Whatever whatever. I am good and whole and going grey and its ok.



There is the fantasy of groups, the feeling of recklessness and delicious abandon, but all this pales in the face of harsh reality, and I don’t know if I can stand to fake it anymore, whether it is for an audience of 1 or hundreds. I should write a book about all my experience, as it has been quite a ride. I have many books in me. This I know.



Cho Clips from the View

Monday, July 20th, 2009

If you missed Margaret on “The View” a couple of weeks ago, check out these clips below!



Wrap up on Jezebel.






Here’s a Behind the Scenes video
where Margaret dishes on her tattoos and LL Cool J.



Photos from San Francisco Shoot

Tuesday, March 3rd, 2009

Some photos from the SF shoot, courtesy of Daniel Riedel:



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Here are some pics by Mookey Goh! My maxi-me, Monistat, and the Lord of the Cockrings:



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San Francisco

Monday, March 2nd, 2009

Recently, I put my guitar away and put my directing clothes on, which consist of a black Kink.com hoodie, dark rinse skinny jeans and black Nikes – and started work on Jill Sobule’s video for her song “San Francisco” from her beautiful new album “The California Years.” Jill and I have been friends for some time, and I have always wanted to work with her. She is a rare breed of singer. Her heart, head and voice are all at one. There is so much emotion and sweetness and light and stingingly bright humor and love in the way she sings. She sounds like a little girl going through a bitter divorce.



The song “San Francisco” is a perfect Jill Sobule song about her visit to a masseuse who shares her dreams to go to the city someday. I love San Francisco and am constantly fulfilling my dreams of going there, so I felt I was the perfect man for the job. Lorene Machado helped me get the first shots of Jill singing at her house. I loved this part so much, because Jill is really fun to hang out with. One of the things I love about Jill is that she is so incredibly alive, like cold water melting down a snowy mountain as the morning sun cracks the ice, and the life in her spills out in her songs, in her words, running down the hills of everyone around. I remember she singled out my little puppy Gudrun and told her, like it was a secret she didn’t want anyone else to know – “when I get home, I am going to take a bath and get right in my pajamas! Right in the afternoon!” It was so cute, you could just scream. I got in a little masseuse costume and Jill and I played travel guitars on top of a borrowed massage table. I got wonderful shots of Jill playing all over her house. She’s so fair and precious and pretty. I love to photograph girls. I think I must be some kind of dirty old man inside, creeping around with my camera trying to get a stolen glimpse of their underwear.



After I finished the principle photography with Jill, I headed to San Francisco for shots of the city, and also a kind of moving gallery of portraits, people I love and who represent San Francisco. I had one crew member, “Cho Show” alum Mookey Goh, who was my 1st AD, PA, grip, best boy, catering, locations and driver all rolled up into one. Our first subject was the illustrious Henry Lewis. We picked him up at Sword & Skull Tattoo and I also got to meet GRIME, who I absolutely adore and I wish I had a whole ‘nother body so he could tattoo it. We took Henry to his studio, which he shares with Shawn Barber, who I tried to get in the video, but unfortunately, he was away at the Philadelphia tattoo convention. It’s called the “get shit done” or “GSD” studio, as Henry and Shawn both sport the “GSD” tattoos and the life attitude of getting shit done. They are both world famous painters and tattoo artists and all around SF icons as well as being totally just hot guys. Henry said that I could also get a “GSD” tattoo as well, because I too, get shit done.



We gave Henry a ride home and then tried to shoot some of the drag show at AsiaSF, but since we didn’t have permission, we had to leave – but it was all handled very politely I must say. They gave us a whole bag of delicious dinner to compensate, so it’s all good. Not only is the show packed with stunning drag queens, the food is just divine. The chef there told me he has had a crush on me for ten years, so you know, I like them. They have a reality show coming out, and so their image is pretty tightly controlled. I am looking forward to seeing it!



The next location was infamous blogger Violet Blue’s beautiful Castro home. I loved shooting Violet, not just because she’s an absolute beauty, but also because I love her writing, and she is very much a San Francisco success story. She has gone from being a homeless teen to literary icon in just a short time, because she’s still very young! She should probably sport a “GSD” tattoo as well. I put her in front of “No on Prop 8″ sign. Her skin is very luminous and set off wonderfully by her jet black hair. I think the shots of her are my favorite of the whole shoot just because she’s so darn good lookin’. Did I mention I love to photograph girls?



We waited for some very late drag queens. Drag time is like 2 hours later than everyone else, sort of like daylight savings time, so spring forward or fall back – it’s gonna take 2 hours more because of makeup and hair, bitch. Tita Aida, Cecilia Chung, Christina and Monistat joined us. “Cho Show” fans might remember Monistat from the Vh1 promos, where she plays the drag version of me. Some people have a mini me. I have a maxi me, and that is Monistat. Everytime I see her, I am like, “bitch, why? why? why? you look exactly like me. bitch why?” It’s like looking in a mirror if the mirror was a drag queen. I loved shooting all the drag queens but I just couldn’t get enough of Monistat, who was burning up my lens so bad it melted and shit. She actually painted a yellow nicotine stain on her teeth as part of her drag. I couldn’t stop shooting her and will likely make one version of the video with only Monistat for myself.



I had to kidnap Monistat and take her to our next location, the armory, where kink.com is. I am working with kink.com on another extra special secret project (NOT PORN- I wish), so I get special access and they let me stay there for free! I get my own room, #420 (appropriate). I put my maxi-me in the stairwells and shot the shit out of her. Then, I got Peter Acworth, the king of kink himself to don a little white thong leotard underneath a giant velvet and lace opera cape. He looked just like the Infant of Prague, or Le Petit Prince. He spun and spun and spun like a whirling dervish on the rooftop of the armory, overlooking the city. He spun around so hard he got dizzy and almost fell down. It was really hilarious and stunningly beautiful, and really captures him as he is. Peter is a like a mad king, but he’s not really mad, just mad for his kingdom, and the kingdom of kink.com is a tremendously successful one. He’s like Lord of the Cockrings.



We then went to my favorite place of all, Everlasting Tattoo, where my tattoo artist and friend Mike Davis tattooed shop assistant Ryan with an “SF” tattoo, just for me and my camera. We also played guitars to song like rock stars and I got some really pretty shots of the neon Everlasting Tattoo sign. Shit, I need to get more tattoos. We rounded out the weekend by shooting Mark Eitzel, from American Music Club. I love Mark, and he and I are working on a duet for my new album. He is a friend of Jill’s too, and a San Francisco icon, and very handsome indeed.



I am getting better with the camera. I haven’t picked it up in a couple of years. It takes some getting used to, since I forgot everything I learned from making all those music videos and short films. I just try to shoot too much, and then try to just be on the other side enjoying the images. The more I enjoy the subject, the better it looks.



I spent the better part of the morning shooting at Stephen Elliott’s apartment, which is so classically Mission, with big bay windows that let in all that foggy white San Francisco light. I got cute Isaac Fitzgerald’s on camera debut, as well as lovely Daphne and the sweet blondness of kink.com superstar Lorelei Lee. For the final sequence I went back to the armory and shot my darling Princess Donna, who put Stephen in some serious rope bondage and sat on him like he was a human swing. It was so incredible. I was really exhausted from shooting, but seeing that brought me back to life. Of course, I didn’t take any photos, but I think I can steal some here and there from people to show you. Thanks to everyone in San Francisco, and especially to Jill Sobule and her beautiful song!!!



Violet Blue blogs about the shoot and posts some photos.



Liberate the Vagina Show

Thursday, February 12th, 2009

There are few things I hate more than ignorance and one of them is overly cold air conditioning during the winter. I am one of those people who is always cold. I am freezing all the time. My hands and feet are like blocks of ice and during the winter I am always completely bundled up head to toe. I think I must be part lizard or something because when it is cold outside, I am practically incapacitated. I need to stay on a hot rock or something until spring comes.



My hates collided when I did an episode of the TV show, The Doctors. I was asked to host the show because of my extensive interest in/knowledge of the vagina. I think it’s very exciting for a mainstream TV show like this to want to do an entire episode based on the vagina and to ask someone like me, a real ‘expert’ on the subject, to play co-host. It was really pretty fun, except for the fact that it was totally freezing outside and the air conditioning inside was cranked up as high as it could go. Everyone was cold! I was so cold that I got a temperature migraine on one side of my head. If you watch the trailer, you can see even though it was cold, I still managed to get some zingers in.





You can imagine how disappointed I was to hear that the show was never aired because the powers that be at the networks thought that it was too racy! That is ludicrous and ignorant and perpetuates the ‘mystery’ of the vagina! How are we supposed to learn about our bodies if we aren’t even allowed to discuss them in detail? The show was set up so that women could talk to each other frankly about what is going on down there, and if we aren’t able to bring up the subject even in a medical context, when can we bring it up? I think it is a great disservice to women to silence us when we attempt to share truths about our bodies.



Are we supposed to believe that our bodies are somehow wrong and dirty and bad because we are female? This kind of thinking is archaic and misogynist. I expect better from the world, and certainly more from television. Turn the a/c off and turn your minds on!