Come out and get your ghoul on early with The Fems as we welcome Mistress Shae Flannigan (aka The Humbler) from Los Angeles to play! We are so happy to have her as our guest Mistress, as she is well-known for her expertise in cruelty… muah ha ha! Find her website here: http://www.mistressshae.com/

So don your costume early- put on your Jason mask, paint your face like a scary clown, put on the dress you’re ashamed to wear in public- or if you really want to get on my good side, come as a zombie! Zombies in skimpy outfits get extra spanks! However you do it, prepare for spooky kinky fun! If you’re an attackee, prepare for your darkest nightmare, ahem, I mean fantasy to come true… As we see fit.

If you’ve been masturbating in your room to World of Warcraft and don’t know who we are, The Violent Fems website is here: http://www.violentfems.com Also, follow our blog: http://www.diariesofthediabolical.blogspot.com and on Twitter!: @ViolentFems

We consider this party to be far far removed from the run-of-the-mill fetish party in the sense that it is more a theater in the round. We dress up, we have certain people on whom we stage “attacks” (the attackees), we use “gang” implements, mostly, rather than whips and floggers, and we’re also friendly. You will not come to the party and stand around being bored waiting for someone to play or for someone to pay attention to you. If you are patient and don’t get in our way, we eventually say hello to everyone. You just have to be patient and respectful. Should I state that one more time? Patient and respectful, thanks!

There are two tiers for this party, as you well know: $10 for observers, and $50 for ATTACKEES Don’t know what an attackee is, but are interested? PM MissVeronicaNYC or email me at mistressveronicanyc@gmail.com.

FYI, this party starts early and ends at 11pm usually, so if you show up at 10pm, you might miss a lot of the action!

You’re dead inside. For real. Don’t even talk to me.

You’re the loser, punk!

xo.

I was sick yesterday, so got a chance to be passively entertained via the internet waaaay more than I intended (isn’t that always the way?). As far as wasting time, I think that perhaps I didn’t do too badly, as Hulu has (what I would think is only a piece of) The Criterion Collection, a company dedicated to republishing old masterpieces in a high quality format. As most well-known masterpieces have already been remastered, I think Criterion just focuses on small “art house” things… Which would normally make me want to puke blood out of my eyes, but there are a lot of films that are really excellent that have been forgotten about. So, I’m grateful Criterion is around.

To my delight, I managed to find “The Night Porter”, starring Charlotte Rampling (meow) which is something people have been telling me for years to see. It’s about a former Nazi who is now working as a night porter at a hotel, when one of his old “victims” comes in with her husband. He is part of a cabal of former Nazi’s who have all been on trial for their crimes, but because all of the witnesses have “disappeared” (ahem, they killed them), none of the evidence against them has been able to convict. Hence, you can see the conflict of interest when a former prisoner (it is not clear whether she is a Jew, but only that her father was a Socialist) shows up unexpected, who is able to point a finger (although she knows nothing of the Nazi’s trials or pending trials). Anyway, hijinks ensue, yadda yadda… Of course I’m not going to spoil it for those who haven’t seen it.

Surprisingly, my issue with the movie was not the explosive taboo situation these characters find themselves in… but the complete ridiculousness of the plot. The stupidity. And the lack of BDSM scenes. Also, it was pretty melodramatic, but I am willing to put up with that if a movie is more than 20 years old. Without giving too much away, there is a severed head given as a gift. Wait, fuck it, in order to do this right I HAVE to spoil it… DON’T READ FURTHER IF YOU’VE NEVER SEEN THIS PIECE OF SHIT MOVIE:

They lock themselves in his apartment while his Nazi friends sit outside waiting for them to come out. He calls the grocer so they won’t go hungry, but Oh No! guess what?? The Nazi guys threaten the grocer so they never get their groceries. So then what?? They starve to death. Sure, I see it’s symbolic of what happened to people who were in internment camps or fleeing from them, I can see the significance even of making the former Nazi suffer in a similar way to his prisoners. But what a stupid fucking way of getting them into that situation! Really?? He didn’t think the Nazi dudes would talk to the grocer?? REALLY, dumbass? And then they get dressed up and drive away until they run out of gas and the Nazis and shoot them? That is just vague and tragic for the sense of seeming vague and tragic. What is anyone supposed to get out of that? Then there’s the scene with Charlotte Rampling singing some Dietrich song topless. Not that I’m complaining about that, but there is an ennui and malaise about the scene which just comes off as being lazy. She’s topless and I’m waiting for it to end- that should not be happening. Of course, I could go on and on about the night porter character being a murderer, and the moral ambivalence of the movie, but I have read critical analysis which claims that is what makes the movie interesting. Actually, what makes a movie interesting is having a plot that doesn’t make you want to slap your forehead– the moral ambiguity can be injected later.

To stay on my soapbox a little bit longer (this is my blog, after all), in a lot of movies which deal with BDSM, there is a complete lack of understanding of the most basic elements. Meaning, most of the time, the dynamic between the dom and sub is seen as being inherently abusive. Things are too real, the fire is too hot, they are going to burn themselves- die, break-up, lock one another away, behead one another, etc etc. Why can’t there be a movie where people beat each other up, get dressed, hug, and go out to dinner? Where’s that movie? “Secretary” is somewhat an example, but I have issues with that one as well.

I guess directing my impatience at “The Night Porter” is pretty unfair, as it is from the 70’s. Hardly an era that was as evolved as we claim to be in terms of understanding “aberrant” behaviors. It simply reminded me that there is a complete lack of media (at least, interesting, well-done media) which treats this dynamic as something that is not totally fucked up.

Ultimately, the movie is sensationalism for the sake of it. Without having to go too far into the psychology of the characters (could you figure out why they loved each other that much?), it is provocative (BDSM, Nazism, toplessness, homosexuality, even prostitution) for the sake of it. Without giving any texture or even any compelling reason for making her characters act the way they do. Not even having the characters themselves seem to know why or even question what they’re doing.

I did think Charlotte Rampling conveyed her own moral confusion without having much to say… and the scene with the broken glass is pretty good, so here it is:

xoxo.

The Violent Fems party went off without a hitch. If you have a Fetlife account, you can read some of our glowing reviews here: http://fetlife.com/groups/5248/group_posts/1592629. Gee, you must really like us if some of you forewent the free BBQ at Suspension for this! Well, it doesn’t surprise me really, because where else are you going to find surprise attacks masterminded by a group of hot fucking raucous sadistic bitches such as us?

On another note, thank you Tony, for the song. The words are, in English (I don’t break bones by the way, let’s be clear about that. Unless we’re in a street fight!):

With her fist she
breaks your face
and your bones
but then she smiles
and melts you on the spot
in our gang we call her
Bossa Nostra
half Julia Roberts
half Bruce Lee
V, you’re beautiful
nasty, sweet,splendid
V, our Bossa is
hard and she knows
if you want you can
only ask her: Mercy!

That was so cute I just had to share it. Gee, I’m getting all verklempt. Guess I should watch the new Walking Dead Trailer to snap me out of it!

xoxo.

I was chatting with a friend who was showing me a picture of a girl who wants to fuck her. As she was about to send the picture, I got all excited, because I had already masturbated four times this morning, and wanted to break my record of 5. I told my friend that I would easily bust one out in about 3 minutes, having already seen a clothed picture of said woman. So, I get the picture, and it’s indeed very naked and very hot. My eyes hungrily ate the picture- lingering on her fucking fantastic waist to hip ratio and the size of her areolas. But- it didn’t turn me on. I laid there staring at it, expecting to be aroused. It is a beautiful curvy body, just what I like in women, but alas, why couldn’t I do it? I was certainly “raring to go”. Why couldn’t I pull the trigger?

Then my friend said, “It’s too bad she didn’t include her face.” Then I realized, I can’t masturbate to a body without a head. (Or at least, I haven’t been able to so far). Perhaps it’s something I should work on. Is this something most men can do? Is it because I’m female that I need a face? I understand for the purposes of privacy why someone would not want to include their face in a naked photo she is sending to a stranger. But. Man. Ah well, there’s plenty of porn out there for me to gorge my hungry eyes on!

Speaking of disembodiedness, check this out, it’s kind of brilliant (thanks to Mistress Alex):

xoxo.

Because you can always come next time! The last Violent Fems party was a few weeks ago, so I am lax in dishing all the details, however, read below and get your fix!

We drowned a Jersey boy. Or rather, made him “bob” for his leash. He

Had a mini birthday bash for a slut who ate cake off our boots while we tooted our noise makers in his ear as loud as we could

Drew on and rode a diapered boy

Tied someone to a pool table and stapled our drink orders to him

Wynter took some extra time to pull certain attackees aside for a righteous caning, as Astrid assisted

Ice down the pants! Can never get enough of that!

Our raffle included: $25 gift cert to PP, half hour free with a VF, and half hour extra time on a group session!