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Do We Love It? @MGLFF edition: First Date [short film] by Be Steadwell starring @330_music and @lyrikkmashairi

mglff Happy Sunday! We are working on our Miami Gay and Lesbian Film Festival 2013 final recap now. Here is a sneak peek: This was one of the best festivals we have attended to date!

One of my favorite segments this year was the Women’s Short Program. There were some definite highs and lows (more on that later), but one of the clear crowd pleasers was First Date by director Be Steadwell. Check it out here and let us know “Do We Love It?”.

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Director: Be Steadwell

Actors: Amanda 330 Carter (@330_music) and Lyrikk Mashairi (@lyrikkmashairi)

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#TBT – I Don’t Like Lesbians… Present Company Excluded

I know I have said before that I am definitely not hip or cool. I am not a superlesbian and actually prefer to see myself as an unfashionable femme. So I really have no business being bewildered by a conversation I recently had, and definitely not enough to write a blog about it…

But I am and I am so there humph

Let me give you a little K background before I get any “You are sensitive” eyerolls….

Growing up, there were a total of 7 black students in my elementary school, a whole hell of a lot in middle school, and a whopping 3 in my graduating class. I was always the cool black girl, without much effort. I even had a girl tell me that I was one of the only black people she knew (keyword: knew, not saw at the mall or shirked from in the elevator). Sidenote: I grew up in Miami, not Mayberry… just in case you were wondering. It was never a big thing, I just grew up with the belief that I was a universally cool cat (though using the term “cool cat” probably just lost me some points).

Did I have to check a few in my day about a pre-Imus Nappy headed hoe-ish comment? Probably.

Did I give a side eye to a “Yo, what’s up my n*word?” salutation between two melanin-free jocks from across the hall? Mmm hmm.

But one thing is for damn sure, I never in my life was told to my face “I don’t deal with black people…” followed up with a “No no K you aren’t like themmmmm”.

Fastforward to this weekend. Picture it Sicilly 1923… well actually South Beach a couple of days ago… Continue reading #TBT – I Don’t Like Lesbians… Present Company Excluded

A Brilliant Disguise… or Why I Will Never Date Publicly Again.

Ok so this was supposed to be an erotica chock full of sex, straps, whips, and sin but for some reason my brain is stuck of them. THEM.. the SHEs, the HERs, the EXs, the “FRIENDS“.. all the women in the last year who I have liked, loved, and left… and the ones who left me.

So if that’s not what you want to read check back with me later for a post more to your liking.

Continue reading A Brilliant Disguise… or Why I Will Never Date Publicly Again.

Superlesbians Do Not Exist

… better yet let me say that I’m not one.

I guess this post all started when I was approached by a girl on twitter who proclaimed she was a “Goldstar”. Now seeing that the last time I was concerned with stars of any metallic color was in grade school I was a bit confused.  I am glad she couldn’t see my face because she definitely was the recipient of my patented “Did you ride the slow bus?” sideeye.

So when she asked me if I was a goldstar… I didn’t even pretend to know what she was talking about.
Continue reading Superlesbians Do Not Exist

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Choke me Daddi…

In my effort to educate and stimulate, I will fully disclose that I love being choked during sex.

Disclaimer: This ain’t for everybody. I ain’t Dr. Ruth or Dr. Drew or anyone that could be held responsible if you lose brain function.

Maybe it’s the glasses but I feel the need to nerd up this post before I go any further, so here is the Encyclopedia Brown definition:

Erotic asphyxiation is the intentional restriction of oxygen to the brain for sexual arousal.

Here is the K word definition:

When my partner chokes me short of being the next episode of the first 48, but long enough that when I regain full consciousness my body is convulsing in shocks of sexual electricity.

*pause* I need a moment.

Now I will bypass the gritty details of when EX almost killed me her first time out, and get to the moral of the story… Choking is dangerous. If you don’t have a plan, you can catch a charge.

So here are a three things you should know (from my own experience) before you start choking people like it’s Kool and the Gang.

1. IT IS NOT FOR EVERY ONE!

Okay I have already confessed that I am a freak but that doesn’t mean I  let every Tam, Tish and Terry put my life in their hands. You have to KNOW your partner and yourself with your partner before deciding if you want to try anything like this in the bedroom. You don’t want to wait until you are in the throes of passion to realize… this heffa is crazy.

2. Banana Cream Pie… or any safeword will do.

No, I am not quoting a line from the Katt Williams standup. Safewords are NON-SEXUAL words that signal to your partner that they need to let go. When dealing with life or death you don’t want there to be any confusion about “No means Yes” or “Stop means Go”. So before you even get undressed you need to decide what your signal is. In my opinion, the odder the word the better… If it makes your partner pause and say “Huh?” then it is on point.

Forget Don’t Drink and Drive…

3. Don’t Coke and Choke

This might seem obvious but don’t get wasted before you try sexual asphyxiation (Thank God for spell check). There are a lots of reasons but mostly it slows down your reaction time and affects your blood pressure. Trust me the act is more of a high than you could possibly imagine… you don’t need anything else.

Okay so those are my three things to consider, anyone that has other other additions or questions tweet me and I will see what I can do.

Until then *cough*… I gotta go.

~K