WM, S&M, B&D, LEATHER, AND THE DOG LEASH
By William Maltese

I’ve been “into” leather for a very long time. Don’t know what there is about the feel of it and smell of it, but I was on the verge of virtual orgasm each and every time I put on the very first antelope leather bespoke suit I had made during my initial trip to South Africa as a young man. I wore a black leather bomber jacket (admittedly Gucci) with tuxedo dress shirt and pants, black tie, onyx cufflinks to a very posh dinner at Gaddi’s Restaurant in The Peninsula Hotel Hong Kong, and my host was somewhat disconcerted, probably at the prospect of my being sent back to my room for a “proper” jacket, when Leo Gaddi, himself, came over to our table. “William left his motorcycle just outside,” my host alibied. To which Leo charmingly replied, hand on my shoulder and massaging the fine leather of the jacket: “Fashion changes; the young always in the vanguard.”

My first riding crop was wrapped black leather “by” Gucci. I remember the vivid red welt it left on the creamy white ass of a certain Eton school boy shortly after he’d initiated me into ritualistic British public-school caning.

williamyoungmasterAny wonder then, that, leather —ropes, whips crops, chaps, vests, codpieces, straps, webbing, slings, collars, bicep or wrist bracelets, and boots, not to mention leather sheets — has played a large part in my fiction?

If my memory serves me correctly (it’s not as good as it once was), my first “official” B&D erotic novel was THE YOUNG MASTER, writing as William J. Lambert III, for Greenleaf Classics, back in 1970 (followed later by its sequel MASTER BLACK in 1971); these were my gay-equivalent tributes to that first of the infamous Falconhurst novels, MANDINGO by Kyle Onstott.

williamdogcollarboysBefore writing DOG COLLAR BOYS, as Lambert Wilhelm in 1972, I spent six months wearing a dog collar around the Seattle bar scene, by way of research.

While a lot of my early novels included at least one de-rigueur B&D scenes, my halcyon days of gay B&D/S&M writing occurred between 1975 and 1983 when I turned out, sometimes once a month, under my pseudonym Lambert Wilhelm, over two-dozen books with titles likewilliamleatherbound TRUCKER SUCKER (1975), LEATHER BOUND (1976), BONDAGE BOY (1976), BROTHER IN BONDAGE (1976), B&D BOY (1976), STRUNG AND HUNG 1976), BOY IN BONDAGE (1977)…

…RAPED STUD (1979), OIL RIG BOYS (1979), TIED UP RANCH HANDS (1980), CRUISING COPS (1980), CALL BOY BROTHERS williamrapedstud(1980), B&D BUDDIES (1980), HOMECOMING BUDDIES (1980), BALLING BROTHERS (1980), INTO LEATHER, INTO BONDAGE (1981), STUD ON THE RINGS (1981), B&D HUSTLER (1981), HAZARDS OF HUSTLING (1981), MASTERS AND SLAVES (1982), HEAVY CRUISERS (1982), BLACK ROOM BUDDIES (1982), IN STOCKS AND BONDAGE (1982)…

Around the very same time as I was doing my S&M/B&D series as Lambert Wilhelm for Greenleaf, and williamssmreading the Maquis de Sade’s 120 DAYS OF SODOM, I ventured into some serious S&M straight shit for a publisher who was doing genuinely hard-core sado-masochism at the time. However, by the time my book, SS&M, was completed, the publisher had gone belly-up. My manuscript went into a deep dark trunk where I figured it would remain forever and ever, Amen. Frankly, I couldn’t imagine a time when a publisher or readers would again be ready for something so truly intricately detailed as regarded the gruesomeness of a Nazi death-camp.

However couple of years ago, while writing the series of my m/m B&D stories that would become my short-story collection LOVE HURTS, and serializing them on line at…

Visit Jardonn’s Erotic Tales 

…I made a passing comment about the deep-sixed SS&M to Jardonn, the site’s owner, and he asked if he could take a williamlovehurtslook, after which he decided to serialize the book. After which, to my utter amazement, the novel was picked up for print publication by Wildside/Borgo Press and is now available just about everywhere books are sold. 

Speaking of LOVE HURTS, yes, that is me, myself, and I, on its cover, in a portrait done of my by master S&M artist John U. Abrahamson (I’m naked in the original).

williamlovehurtscandleLikewise, I couldn’t help but commission a supplemental LOVE HURTS candle from wax-artisan Jfay who not only came up with a leather scent but draped the candle in chains for added effect.

And in a return to leather, in finale, I was recently inspired to provide a dog leash for an acquaintance of mine who I knew would appreciate something a little out of the ordinary. So I commissioned artist Star Urioste to do some hand painting on a strip of riveted heavy-duty leather. Actually, when the leash was finished, not likely to be followed by any more — because of the labor-intense job it turned out to be to produce the decided masterpiece — I was tempted to keep it for myself, and for my own fun and games, but in the end my gift-giving spirit gave in (just call me Santa Claus!), and I begrudgingly sent it along. Obviously proving that I have masochistic tendencies as well as sadistic.

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Afor JamesBOUT THE AUTHOR:

WILLIAM MALTESE was born in the Pacific Northwest. He has a BA in Marketing/Advertising. He enlisted and served a full tour of duty in the U.S. Army, achieving the rank of E-5 before receiving honorable discharge. 

He started his literary career by writing for men’s pulp magazines. From there, he moved on to pulp novels and then into mainstream. He has penned more than 200 books, both fiction and nonfiction, under more than twenty-six pen names. He was a short-listed nominee for a Lambda Literary Award for his historical novel (written with Professor Drewey Wayne Gunn), ARDENNIAN BOY, and the collection of erotica HARD-WORKING MEN (with Victor J. Banis, J.P. Bowie and Jardonn Smith). Several of his books have been released in fore-language editions. He has a long-time listing in Who’s Who in America.

 You can visit his websites at:

www.williammaltese.com

www.myspace.com/williammaltese

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jeffreyblogHello Everyone, it’s me Daddy/Bear porn star, Jeffrey Huntwell…. James thought it would be fun if I dropped my furry ass by and gave you the low down on what actually happens on a gay porn set, ready? Here we go !

Usually Daddy Jeffrey is a top, but for his first porn outing someone got their pubic hairs in a knot. That’s right I was told I was topping on the phone and when I got there I was caught off guard and told: No I was going to bottom. Continue reading »

triadHi, I’m Cat Grant. I’m an author of erotic romance, and I have also been involved in the San Francisco Bay Area leather scene off and on for the past decade.

BDSM’s become a popular subgenre in erotic fiction, especially since the advent of e-publishing. I can usually tell within the first few pages of a BDSM story if the author is in the lifestyle. This isn’t to say that non-kinky people can’t write good BDSM fiction, but more often than not, some small error will give them away. Most commonly, they don’t grasp the distinction between submission and masochism.

Submissives get off on the power exchange between themselves and their Dominants. Handing over all responsibility, all decisions to someone else can be an extremely deep and heady experience. It’s the ultimate demonstration of trust – and for some submissives, the only way they can truly let go. 

I identified as a submissive for my first few years in the scene, until I realized that, outside of the dungeon, I’m not all that submissive. I’m not into kneeling at a Dominant’s feet (which I couldn’t do anymore even if I wanted to, thanks to my arthritic knees!), and I’m definitely not into service-oriented submission (ie., doing housework). All I really want is to get the crap beaten out of me. So, a couple of years ago, I finally admitted to myself that I’m a masochist. 

Masochists tend to be people with jobs requiring a lot of brain power – writers, architects, engineers, high-powered executives, doctors, lawyers. We spend so much time inside our own heads, we need something to pull us out, help us reconnect with our physical being. The kiss of a flogger or a single-tailed whip releases us from the confines of our mundane daily lives, lets loose the endorphins and sends us soaring.

Unfortunately, this is the part about masochism that most non-kinky authors don’t understand. They see what appears to be a rather brutal infliction of pain, but the beauty – and yes, even the spirituality – of it flies right over their heads. Pain can be an incredible natural high, a doorway to a place in one’s consciousness where time simply stops. I’ve had scenes that went on for over two hours, but felt like five minutes. When you’re in that headspace, the rest of the world falls away.

Pain has proven an amazingly therapeutic tool for me. It’s helped me become more aware of my body, and, as a woman of size, helped me rid myself of some of society’s ridiculous hang-ups regarding my weight. When I soar, I feel like the most beautiful person on earth.

Pain also helps me break down my emotional barriers. It’s allowed me to access the types of feelings we’ve all been taught to keep under a tight rein – anger, grief, fear, etc. I’d been on prescription anti-depressants since I was twenty, but once I embraced my masochism, I discovered I no longer needed the drugs. For me, it has been not only a journey of self-discovery, but also a liberating and empowering experience.

Authors in the lifestyle understand this dynamic. I’ll admit, it was one of the most difficult things for me to come to terms with when I first realized I was a masochist. We’ve been programmed from childhood to view the infliction of pain as a punishment. What often appears to the uninitiated as an act of violence is, in actuality, an expression of tenderness, even love.

bychance 1Cat Grant has been scribbling dirty stories since she was knee-high to a bug. TRIAD, the fifth book in her Courtland Chronicles series of bisexual romances, will be published on December 21, 2009 by Lyrical Press.

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Bend In The Road Cover

James asked if I could speak about cross-dressing in the Yiddish theater since one of the stories in Bend in the Road has this as a central theme. But to even briefly discuss this practice, the holiday of Purim must also be presented and its influence on Yiddish theater.

Although the very thought of men or women wearing each other’s clothing is abhorrent and prohibited in traditional Jewish custom, there was one time during the year when this was allowed. Most rules relaxed on Purim, and cross-dressing and inebriation became permissible. In fact, among the most orthodox of Jewish groups, cross-dressing is a popular and accepted activity in many instances during the holiday. If one is aware of this reversal, then the idea of cross-dressing in Yiddish theater becomes more easily understood.

A wonderful article from My Jewish Learning, http://tinyurl.com/PurimStory, gives more detail about the holiday, but there are just a few points from the article worth mentioning here.

“The holiday of Purim is one of the Jewish tradition’s most beloved communal celebrations…Purim is a holiday where celebrants are obligated to be happy–and to drink until they are unable to tell the difference between Mordecai [the hero] and Haman [the villain].

The Book of Esther reflects a number of important features of the Persian culture, which are also found elsewhere in the Bible, above all in the book of Daniel. These features, satirized in the Book of Esther, include a mock representation of Persian rites of gluttony, drinking, exuberant public eroticism, abnormal pomp and display of richness, and bowing to idols or men…The biting content of Purim performances and the socializing, mockery, dressing up, and carousing surrounding them often provide an important forum for boundary-crossing on issues of gender, sexuality, authority, and relations with the non-Jewish world.”

Is there any question then why Purimshpiels inspired the beginning of Yiddish theater?

At its height, Yiddish theater’s geographical scope was comparably broad: from the late 19th century until just before World War II, professional Yiddish theater could be found throughout the heavily Jewish areas of Eastern and East Central Europe, but also in Berlin, London, Paris, and, perhaps above all, New York City.

Modern Yiddish theater’s roots include the often satiric plays traditionally performed during religious holiday of Purim known as Purimshpiels, first performed in the late eighteenth century

Often satiric and topical, Purim players were traditionally performed in the courtyard of the synagogue, because they were considered too profane to be performed inside the building. These made heavy use of masks and other theatrical devices; the masquerade (and the singing and dancing) generally extended to the whole congregation, not just a small set of players. While many Purim plays told the story in the Book of Esther commemorated by the Purim holiday, others used other stories from Jewish scripture, such as the story of Joseph sold by his brothers or the sacrifice of Isaac. Over time, these well-known stories became less a subject matter than a pretext for topical and satiric theatre. Mordechai, [originally a heroic figure], became a standard role for a clown. [Bercovici, 1998, 24, 27]

What most consider the first professional traveling Yiddish theater group was founded in 1876 by A. Goldfaden in Iasi, Romania. Soon, more such traveling artistic troupes began appearing. Despite the tsarist ban in effect from 1878-1905 on performances in Yiddish, they continued performing in a “pseudo-German” language at cafes, or outdoor cafes in the summer, in the cities throughout the Kingdom of Poland and Russia. One of the first of such performances was Shmendrick by A. Goldfaden, staged in 1880 in Lublin by the Spiewakowski Troupe of Odessa.

Goldfaden’s troupe began as all-male; while they soon acquired actresses, as well, it remained relatively common in Yiddish theatre for female roles, especially comic roles, to be played by men. (Women also sometimes played men’s roles: Molly Picon was a famous Shmendrick. Many early Yiddish theatre pieces were constructed around a very standard set of roles: “a prima donna, a soubrette, a comic, a lover, a villain, a villainess (or “intriguer”), an older man and woman for character roles, and one or two more for spares as the plot might require”, and a musical component that might range from a single fiddler to an orchestra. [Sandrow, 2003, 11] This was very convenient for a repertory company, especially a traveling one. Both at the start and well into the great years of Yiddish theater, the troupes were often in one or another degree family affairs, with a husband, wife, and often their offspring playing in the same troupe. 

Goldfaden’s career also took him to Imperial Russia, Lvov, and New York City. Within two years of Goldfaden’s founding of his troupe, there were several rival troupes in Bucharest, mostly founded by former members of Goldfaden’s troupe. Most of these troupes followed Goldfaden’s original formula of musical vaudeville and light comedy, while Goldfaden himself turned more toward relatively serious operettas about biblical and historical subjects, especially after his own company left Bucharest for an extended tour of the cities of Imperial Russia.

(The above material was gleaned from several articles found on the Jewish Theatre site www.jewish-theatre.com )

So, we have the origins of the theater troupe in “In the Lion’s Den”, the first story in Bend in the Road and the cross-dressing of Daniel, one of the main characters in the story. I hope you’ll take a journey with the troupe and Daniel past the “bend in the road”.

 Jeanne Barrack is a native New Yorker, born and bred in Brooklyn, married for thirty-odd years (and they have been odd) to her high school sweetheart. She now live on a mountain top in rural Pennsylvania. Jeanne plays guitar and studied voice privately with a Juilliard coach and has a Masters in Music Therapy. She sings everything from folk music to Grand Opera – in ten languages including Gaelic and Hebrew. Many of her stories draw inspiration from music. Her day job involves music therapy for seniors. 

 Jeanne writes straight erotic paranormal romance laced with historical subtext and with the publication of The Sweet Flag, can add gay erotic paranormal romance to her credits. Jeanne’s goal for her m/m writing are stories set in her cultural heritage, be they historical or paranormal — or both.

Bend in the Road: http://tinyurl.com/BendMLRbookstore
Blog:
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8daysMorning all.

James has invited me to guest today and suggested I talk about activism in the GLBT community.

For those who don’t know me, I’m Angelia Sparrow. I identify as bisexual. My oldest daughter came out of the closet about four years ago, just before her thirteenth birthday.

It was the Summer of Zach, the summer of the protests at Love in Action here in Memphis. That was our first exposure to the community as a whole. She joined the local gay youth group and I started volunteering at the Memphis Gay and Lesbian Community Center.

gladhandscoverWe went to Pride that summer and she marched in the parade. By the next summer, my husband, Mudd, had joined PFLAG. I dressed the three other kids in t-shirts that read “I [rainbow heart] my family.” The Community Center offered to let us walk with them, but we opted to sit and cheer the parade, since a parade isn’t much use without an audience.

I live on the wrong side of the river for most of the local political activism. But we do what we can socially. We support the Center financially. We support the gay youth group financially. The youth leaders have us on a list to call if they need a bed for a throw-away gay teen on this side of the river. (We can’t take in Tennessee teens for legal reasons)

manicuristsMudd has turned into a bigger activist than I am. He is the one who goes to the protests and either freezes or swelters. My work schedule doesn’t allow much Saturday stuff.

We’ve stood up to Love in Action and gotten their teen program shut down. We’ve stood up to the Exodus International conference. We’ve stood up to a junior high principal who took exception to my daughter getting “special rights” because of her orientation and informed him that “not being killed at school” is bare minimum safety and not a special right at all. Mudd and the kids protested Prop 8. We write our congresspeople.

Every now and then, I write a story for a charity anthology. We tend to keep our charity money close to home, because it is needed here. But royalties going to a good cause works for us as well.

heartoftheforest_msr-1And most of all, I write. Repeated exposure to a shocking idea renders it less shocking. Julian May included same-sex married couples and unabashedly gay characters in her Pliocene Exile series. Reading it as a religious teen in the 80s, this idea shocked me. Anne Rice’s vampires horrified me. But, I read the Pliocene books over and over and the idea grew on me.

Normalizing same-sex relations by telling stories about same-sex couples doing ordinary or extraordinary things is a form of activism. It performs a vital role in opening hearts and minds.

But, what else are you doing?

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I’m a middle-aged truck driver living in the mid-south. Sometime in between working and raising four kids, I’ve managed to start a writing career that includes everything from Gay Christmas Werewolves to Roaring 20s adventurers. 2009 will see the publication of six novels, all GLBT focused: dark future truckers, dark future political thriller, Robin Hood, the adventurers, a gay pagan inspirational romance and an evil carnival.

 

My Website is: http://www.angelsparrow.com 

How do I get myself into this shit? Must be my inner subby, who doesn’t know how to say no to hot, forceful people *g*.

So James has asked me to blog about something BDSM-ish. Where the fuck do I start? It’s such a wide area, and it’s almost always wrong…at least in the m/m books I’ve read. That’s 2 parts authors being too lazy to do a little research, or have a beta in the Scene who can check it over for accuracy, and one part using a little artistic license to make to make the book a little more interesting. I mean, rope play is fun and beautiful, but if you’re observing, it’s alot like watching grass grow. Slow and silent and takes a long time to get to the end result.

While I’m willing to forgive much if the rest of the story is compelling, there are a few things that pop up ad nauseum that just drive me bugnuts crazy:

1) Submissives aren’t stupid. They’re not weak. Most of them were never either physically or sexually abused as a child, nor do they have any other mental problem that needs to be addressed with the flick of a whip. They’re not trying to run away from their past, or their present problems. Yet, poor subbies are constantly portrayed as disturbed individuals who would better benefit from a good therapist than a good Dom/me. Or as self-loathing/borderline mentally incapacitated idiots who somehow think they deserve to be beat on. Nothing could be further from the truth.

It takes a great deal of courage to give yourself over to someone, to let go of all control and let someone else take charge, even for a short period of time. To make yourself vulnerable in the deepest way possible. To have no way to defend yourself if the person you’ve just given everything to suddenly morphs into an asshole and takes advantage.

2) Smug bastards annoy me. Not everyone who decides to stand up and make a decision in life is a Dom/me. And just because some guy has decreed that he’s an alpha male, doesn’t mean that all subbies are going to fall at their feet and beg to serve the dumb ass. Actually, a smart subbie would run the other way. Dom/mes who are that full of themselves are so focused on their own greatness that they’re likely to maim or kill someone.

3) I will fly a book at the wall 100% of the time if it includes a bar scene where two people meet, decide to get freaky, and go home to play with the handcuffs. Any character who will let a drunk stranger take them to an unknown location and tie them up to anything, thus inhibiting their ability to get away, is entirely too stupid to live, and thus not worth my time reading about.

4) I will also fly a book at the wall if the Dom/me hasn’t the slightest idea what the heck they’re doing. Again, this is lack of research. Two minutes on Google would tell you that clove knots are just not practical on the hands and feet of your subby. When someone moves, those knots get tighter. Nobody wants to have to stop in the middle of a scene to cut a sub loose because they no longer have blood flowing to vital areas. Yet may books continue to describe a sub being tied up in what is essentially a clove hitch. No. No No NO!

5) Spankings as punishment. You’re kidding me, right? Spanking is fun. It’s a treat. If a subby can mouth off and end up over their Dom/mes knee getting their ass reddened…we call that play time. Any Dom/me who thinks they’re scolding their subby by smacking their ass is a complete fucktard and not actually a Dom/me at all. Twice over. One, if you react to a sub, you’ve promptly lost all control of your scene, which is something that should NEVER happen. Ever. Two, if you’re dumb enough to think that a little OTK hurts or makes subbies sad, there is no help for you. Those crocodile tears? Just another way we like to manipulate our tops.

There are things I don’t like to read about, because they’re just not my cuppa: scat play, watersports, chibi smexing, bestiality, and some edge play like blood and breath. No, I don’t count vamp stories as blood play. I spend way too much time being pissed off to appreciate reading about someone getting pissed on. While I do enjoy the occasional sexy feeding scene, I don’t like food so much that I’d be interested in the contents of someone’s colon. I realize that enemas are a fact of life for gay men, but feel free to gloss over that part in stories. I won’t feel at all deprived. Promise.

What are some BDSM tropes in stories that run you up the wall?

You can find out more about Emmy and read her book reviews at: http://emmyjag.livejournal.com

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