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Whacking Swords Eases Sexual Addiction

June 15th, 2008

Okay, the whacking swords part sounds like code for forced-bi, doesn’t it? Well it’s not. This truly is about the joy of picking up a big ol’ metal blade and teeing off on someone. Safely, I might add.

When not wrestling sexual demons, I belong to a merry troupe that tackles Shakespeare on a yearly basis and this time we’re drawing steel for “Richard III”. We have two pitched battles and I have a great fight in each. The choreography has to be precise since even though the blades are dull they’re big heavy metal swords and you could easily break a bone if you misjudge and your opponent is expecting the blade to be coming from another locale.

I owe this reverie to Claire Adams, bondage rigger/director and performer of the highest caliber and one of the sexiest women on the planet. I happened upon her blog and it’s quite delightful with links to many of her libido stirring endeavors. Then I hit an entry of hers comprised of Albert Camus quotes. As a philosophy major until my dear mother said try something a little bit more practical, I am drawn to the field still. French Existentialism and a hot bdsm diva all in one. Ahh….

It just reminds me of the importance of the mind in these games sexual we play. And the fascinating minds at work out there in the field. Ms. Adams, my Billie Holiday of phone artistry: Angela St. Lawrence, Tatum Reed’s cultural musings, Mistress Coraline’s wacky bon mots, brilliant Rita Seagrave, Lady Velvet, Mistress Matisse and so many more. When they wander off topic it makes for some marvelous flights of fancy.
And I was recently added to the plethora of blogs at Love Boudoir, what looks to be a French based collection of blogs le sexual! Out of context I know, I just had to pat my blog on its little brain pan.
Back to the original thrust of all this (remember we’re dealing with swords). The brain needs to be unleashed frequently and it can’t always be wrapped up in the fetishes of the flesh. It needs to stretch. For me, the poetic lines of Willy the Shake and swinging a broadsword and for Claire Adams it’s the lonely knight of our singular path in this world, brother Camus.