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Ten Things About Sex

Once again, my inbox was littered with a chain letter claiming something ridiculous. This time it came from my Dad and it claimed ten benefits of sex and threatened:

This message has been sent to you for good luck in sex. The original is in a room in Palaiseau. It has been sent around the world nine times.Now sex has been sent to you. The “Hot Sex Fairy” will visit you within four days of receiving this message, provided you, in turn, send it on.If you don’t then you will never receive good sex again for the rest of your life. You will eventually become celibate, and your genitals will rot and fall off.This is no joke! Send copies to people you think need sex (who doesn’t?). Don’t send money, as the fate of your genitals has no price. Do not keep this message. This message must leave your e-mail in 96 hours.Please send ten copies and see what happens in four days. Since the copy must tour the world, you must send it. This is true, even if you are not superstitious.GOOD SEX, but please remember: 10 copies of this message must leave your e-mail in 96 hours or you will not have good sex again for the rest of your life!!!!   

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Charles Gatewood: Pervert with Lenses

In the world of “scene” photography, Charles Gatewood is the godfather to all other photographers. During the seventies and eighties, he introduced America to a growing counter-culture. Tattooed men and women, vampires, slaves, ponies, dominants, bears, cubs, goths and still more in the varied universe are subject to Gatewood’s delighted eye. If the body wore leather, latex, rubber, or nothing but ink and peircings, Gatewood wants to recard it. With an unflinching and non-judgemental gaze, Gatewood records these subjects for books, magazines, and exhibition.

Disdainfully, he casts aside pastoral figure studies. Gatewood’s photography spans many styles, but his subject remains the same. His journalism and anthropology roots inform his style and content. In his case though, he broke the cardinal anthropologists rule. Gatewood stopped observing and started participating. In a culture based on trust, participating is one of the few ways to be welcomed. The clean graphic lighting of Gatewood’s images comes from WeeGee and Winogrand. His care for the subject comes from understanding delivered by the end of a cat o’ nine-tails.

After decades in the shadows, an elusive culture is coming to the mainstream. BDSM culture and all its emblems are appearing in advertising, television, and film. More now than ever, Gatewood’s experience is called to advise new generations of outsider photographers. In response, Gatewood wrote “Photography for Perverts” (Greenery Press, 2003). This short book avoids camera and studio technique. Gatewood leaves this in the hands of the reader. Instead, Gatewood concentrates on advice. He answers questions about how to enter the “scene”, enlist models, arrange sittings, and fight the censor button mad conservatives in any community.”

Photography for Perverts” provides a human face to an often misunderstood group of people. This group doesn’t seek our approval and rarely seeks to defend themselves against moral judgement. This quiet demeanor should not be misunderstood as fear of the light. Gatewood provides useful, if not insightful, advice on how to ingratiate oneself with the proud participants. He reminds us that scene members are as varied as the vanilla masses that disparage them.

Most photography how-to books deliver formulas for capturing perfect images, but they speak very little about how to deal with the humans involved. “Perverts” flips this around. Nearly every line is about how to deal with humans. He begins with the human behind the lense. Offering advice about developing courage and vision. Then Gatewood provides useful tips about approaching would-be models. Next, we are taught about publishing and exhibiting. Finally, “Perverts” discusses handling censorship.

This book does something rarely seen in how-to manuals. It offers actual practical advice. It refrains from technical expostions on shooting the perfect image. That’s up to the reader to decide how to best do. I sensed Gatewood’s joy in subject, his respect for fellows in the field, and his historic perspective. “Photography for Perverts” is about how to be an inspired and smart artist within the scene. Focused and applicable.

Giddy with Anticipation

It’s upon us, Seattle. The Fifth Annual Seattle Erotic Arts Festival comes to town March 24th to the 26th. SEAF attracts artists from all over the world. Last year’s show wonderful. This year should be better. As I understand it, the jury is tougher and the organizers are looking to display fewer images (especially photography). This should make it easier for the better pieces to find space without being cluttered by marginal presentations.

I made sure to get a festival ticket for the full three day event. That means I need to pull together a costume for the ball opening night. There will be several events during the course of the weekend, but I am most looking forward to a workshop. Charles Gatewood, pervy photographer extraordinaire, will be teaching practicing and would be pervs to take pictures of latex and leather clad models. I am totally jazzed.

To prepare, I emailed Gatewood to find out what was going to be needed for the workshop. His one line reply was “Bring your camera, lights, model release forms, and read my book, Photography for Perverts.” Done. Done, Done, And done a while back. Shit! I need to buy more CF cards for my camera. Time to make a To Do list. That date is coming quick. Guess what new gallery will be up after next weekend.

Masturbation: A Pill for Sleep

I just woke up from a great nights sleep. Actually, it was two nights worth of great sleep. I crashed around 12:30AM and slept soundly until about 6AM. My body rudely woke me to use the facilities. This is happening more frequently as I get older. It’s better than wetting the bed, but it interrupts my beauty rest. Most often, I’ll toss and turn for a few minutes, then it’s back to sugarplum hills and chasing nymphs. On those occasions that I just can not drift back into sleep, I have to take matters into my own hands.

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The Seattle Erotic Arts Festival

If you ever want to know what people hold dear in their secret hearts, go to an erotic art exhibit. Quite often it is a terrifying revelation. Suddenly confronted with other people’s visions of dark desires and their bold willingness to share, the casual viewer has to assess their own wants and needs. The erotic art exhibit is a blanket that comforts the awakened viewer. Surrounded by the new curious and like minded people, one can explore the contents of their pleasure. That fetish is a bit extreme for me. I like the religious undertones to this one. Now there is a kink I think I would try.The Seattle Erotic Arts Festival and Consolidated Works provides a better well-lit look at area, national, and international erotic artists. In many ways, Consolidated Works provides a similar environment to Toys in Babeland.

Jessica and I attended to opening night gala. We wandered the galleries and new titillation around each corner. The Little Red Studio provided a kinetic feast. We watched local burlesque dancers, listened to poets, watched a circle of strangers flirt, and were privy to much more.The show was well-attended. Jessica and I arrived early and by the time we exited the studio, the galleries were filling. We saw all walks strolling the floors. There was leather, vanilla, gay, straight, those not to sure, and those from the fringes. It was a people watching event to be sure.

The artwork ranged in quality (which gave me hope that my work might make it into the next show). I was disappointed with some of the presentations. There were hand prints and dirty glass. Some artists used construction paper for mats and flimsy frames. But this is focusing on a few bad apples. Otherwise, the majority of the work was finely done and presented.

After seeing so many pieces of erotic art, I started to understand what made the better pieces successful. Most pieces were exploring sex in some fashion. What made some stand out was the craft and time given to the work. There were a lot of photographs to be inspired by, but the unsuccessful prints were those that were quick 1-hour lab prints. They just lacked an artist’s interpretation of the subject. Similar images could be trolled from the Internet.

My first impressions were clouded by the crowds and general social atmosphere. I returned on Sunday to revisit the exhibits. It took the edge off of my opening night grousing. What I finally took from the show was a desire to return to my own projects. I think much of the art leaned toward fetish imagery. This placed next to pedestrian passion and sensual expression has a tendency to overshadow what most people can relate to. My work has never been a study of the fringe pleasures. It is about the core pleasures most people experience. This is something that needs to be more closely scrutinized.Next year, people will see what I am talking about.