Sadie Lune

Art, video & performance events, whore's rights, porn actor/maker,teaching myself to love. Traveling bohemian courtesan, queerdo & parent.

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Francis Alys - Sometimes Making Something Leads to Nothing (1997)

nice performance. so often wish the ideas and actions of others were mine, or mine too :)

Only 16 hours left and $1572 to our goal! Int'l Trans Women of Color Network Gathering #AMC2014 #girlslikeus




WE ARE SO CLOSE! Only 16 hours left and $1500 to our goal! Please donate and help spread the word!!!!

As a quick note: since we are so close to the goal, pls consider the following:

If we make the goal and only have to pay the 4% service fee (instead of the 9%), this saves enough money that we literally can get one extra person to come out to this.

I believe in all of you. We can do this!


the optimal cunt

I’m not sure that I got this subject quite right, but it’s something I’ve been thinking about for a few years, so I wrote about it (this is a slightly expanded version) for the final issue of Bend Over Magazine, in which I also interviewed Peaches, people talk about the evo/devolutions of their orgasms and there is some fine-ass art. The last-ever issue, back issues and some beautiful shirts, postcards and totes are all for sale here.

Long ago an ex with a dick told me he had fucked a mother once. We were young enough that that seemed an exceptional feat. I asked if there was a discernible difference between her post-partum cunt and all the prepartum vaginas he was used to. He said, and I quote, “it was like throwing a hot dog down a hallway.” Shit, I thought. How do you avoid that?  Will kegels be enough? I  knew I wanted kids, but would having them make me the lonely hallway in some long-gone dude’s punchline? Was I possibly already, with my semi-loose hole? Shit.

A few years ago a visiting friend told me a story about her far-away lover, that once in sex she had managed to slip both hands inside her. “It was like blllaaaaarrrrrhhh!” she said, eyes rolled to the heavens, mouth open and hands swaying back and forth by her temples like kelp swept by a wave, “Sooooo cool… Also I was really, really high.” I marveled, wow, two hands? I considered my hole medium to medium-large sized based on what I’d felt inside others and what I’d had in me, but I could barely get one whole super mini tiny hand in me on the best of days. I was impressed, and a bit envious. I wanted my two hands squeezed by someone’s one cunt hole and I wanted to know what it was like to stretch and swallow that much of a lover.

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