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Nov 2012 15

by Nicole Powers

Occupy Wall Street offshoot StrikeDebt, a collective which aims to help free the masses from the bondage of debt, officially kicks off its Rolling Jubilee with a telethon tonight which will be webcast live from NYC’s Le Poisson Rouge at 8 PM EST. The fundraising event will feature a slew of progressively-minded celebs including comedienne Janeane Garofalo and Daily Show co-creator Lizz Winstead.

The Rolling Jubilee, which takes its name from the multi-faith tradition in ancient civilizations whereby slaves would be freed and debt forgiven, is essentially a people’s bailout. Working with industry experts, StrikeDebt aims to buy debt on the open market for cents on the dollar and then forgive it.

Within days of setting up PayPal and WePay accounts, StrikeDebt’s initial goal of raising $50,000 was exceeded. So far over 5,000 individuals have donated a collective total of over $200,000 – which is enough to forgive in excess of $4 million in debt.

Since 62% of all bankruptcies are caused by health issues, medical debt is at the top of StrikeDebt’s shopping list. Indeed, this morning the group announced via Twitter that they had purchased their first $100,000 of medical debut.

Because companies that own bad debt sell it for a fraction of its face value, for every $10 donation StrikeDebt gets they estimate they will be able to erase approximately $200-worth of debt.

Support the People’s Bailout and help StrikeDebt erase millions of dollars worth of misery by donating via WePay at rollingjubilee.org/.

The 501(c) non-profit organization promises 100% of the money raised will go to the process of buying and abolishing debt, and that in the interests of transparency, a full accounting of funds received and spent will be reported on their website.

Watch tonight’s Rolling Jubilee Telethon via the embed below and follow @StrikeDebt for updates.

Watch live streaming video from lepoissonrouge at livestream.com
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Nov 2012 15

Tarion Suicide in Follow The White Rabbit

  • INTO: Doing things I shouldn’t be doing.
  • NOT INTO: Trendy stuff.
  • MAKES ME HAPPY: Trent Reznor, Pink Fluffy Killer Bunnies.
  • MAKES ME SAD: Animals in cages.
  • HOBBIES: World Domination.
  • 5 THINGS I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT: Music, my pets, tea, sleep, and PunkSkunk.
  • VICES: Lollipops and merry-go-rounds.
  • I SPEND MOST OF MY FREE TIME: Contemplating what I’ll do first when the world bows before me…Oh and what’s for supper.

Get to know Tarion better over at SuicideGirls.com!


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Nov 2012 15

by Laurelin

I sit here in bed, the television muted, my iTunes silenced. I sit here in bed with my cell phone on vibrate; my hands ready to receive at any moment. All night, my hands, waiting. Waiting for him to say something, anything, but he doesn’t. I almost welcome that familiar twinge, that feeling that leaves me so full of emptiness. I remember I heard once that you’re never more alive than when your heart is breaking. Mine is already broken, and apparently I like nothing more than to make the same mistakes twice.

I almost don’t even know who “he” is. At this point there are so many people who could fill that void that I feel stupid, because while there are so many, there are in fact, so few.

My ex, who I haven’t spoken to in months, says he’s on his way to the bar. I miss him, but I don’t really, and when he doesn’t show tonight I feel better for not having put the picture he painted me for my birthday back on the wall. I keep thinking, “One day I can hang it,” but it’s been one year and it’s still stuffed in the back of my closet next to the framed photo of the ex that used to hit me and the clothing I wore when I would wrestle bachelors for money at the strip club in hot oil and whipped cream. I don’t know why I even think I can stand to look at it, and for one fleeting moment it’s clear as day and I don’t know why I haven’t burned it.

I find myself sitting here, wishing for anything. The last guy I liked had my friends in absolute giggles; comparing the new guy to the old one, leaving me a little bewildered because this new one was honest and sweet… at least in the beginning. So he wasn’t as muscular or tall. And then, just like all the rest, he was suddenly gone, and I was left with nothing. In the beginning we had laughed over how cold we both seemed (we weren’t really). In the beginning I had thought, “He’s not cold at all,” but in the end I thought, “He was right,” though I never cried.

I never cried. There are some guys who make you think; some who make who question your very essence. There are some guys who make you feel like nothing will ever be the same. The ones who break you, day after day, month after month, year after year. There are those guys that no matter how many times you tell yourself they’re going to stay buried they always seem to surface just when you’re at your most vulnerable. There are the guys that never call; and those are the ones who are made for nothing more than heart breaking and other lies.

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Nov 2012 15

by Lee Camp

Okay, I’ll be honest. The Trans-Pacific Partnership sounds boring. It sounds really boring. I’m talking, really, REALLY boring. Like painting your grass so that you can watch the grass grow and the paint dry at the same time –– THAT kind of boring! But I will make it very NOT boring. And it will affect your life. So those are two reasons to not find it boring.

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Nov 2012 15

by Daniel Robert Epstein

“It’’s funny, you do a dramatic role, and for a couple of years after that, people think that’s’ all you do.” – Tim Robbins

From talking with Tim Robbins about his film, Code 46, it seems like he did not have the easiest time acting in it. But I think he would do it all over because he has great respect for the director, Michael Winterbottom. But then again Robbins gets to respect his directors because many of them are some of the most brilliant ones ever. From The Hudsucker Proxy with the Coen Brothers to Frank Darabont on The Shawshank Redemption to of course his Oscar winning role in Mystic River. With his choice of roles it is obvious that Robbins is an intelligent and charismatic person. Meeting him in person can be intimidating because he must be 6 foot 5 with the loud booming voice of a director.

Code 46 is a very interesting film with strong science fiction themes done on a low budget. Robbins plays an official who is investigating a woman [Samantha Morton] who creates fake passports but he soon falls in love with her without realizing she has the same genetic code as his mother.

Read our interview with Tim Robbins on SuicideGirls.com.

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Nov 2012 14

by Symbol

I want to preface this by saying I’m not a psychologist. I’m just a guy with a reasonable amount of life experience, who took a few psychology courses in university, and who talks to a lot of people about their problems and their stories. If you have some sort of psychological condition you should absolutely seek professional help, not just look for advice in an online article.

I read somewhere once that children who grow up in households full of domestic violence are often, themselves, prone to being violent as adults. I suppose it varies from person to person, and I’m guessing there has to be a great deal of the nature/nurture argument at play there too (would you have been violent anyway?).

I grew up in a house full of violence; you couldn’t ask for a better poster boy for how untrue the violence begets violence theory is.

Well, At least in my case.

My mother had what you might call a “casual drug problem” to the point where she did so many drugs I’d often be neglected – that was the happiest of scenarios. Her chosen lifestyle meant she had equally bad taste in men, the kind who’d hit her if she did something to upset them, or me if I was in reach. I can count the number of cigarette burn scars that dot my skin like way-point markers, each one a debt I owe to her one boyfriend — let’s call him “Paul.”

Paul was one of the most unintelligent people I’ve ever encountered (and that says a lot); when my mother finally ended things with him the driveling note he sent her was child-like, terribly written and embarrassing enough to make a 4 year old turn their nose up at the spelling and grammar.

I’m sure, somewhere, I have an equal number of tiny scars from BB injuries – shooting at me (or our dog) with his air pistol was one of his favorite pastimes. In retrospect I know now that he was just using her for sex, drugs and money, but I’ll never understand why my mother couldn’t see that too…

All things considered I was a pretty happy-go-lucky child. Shit just seemed to flock to me, like some sort of bad mojo magnet. I had a beautiful black and white tom cat for as long as I can remember. His name was Rasputin, and I loved him as much as I knew how. Unfortunately he lived up to his name sake; I’ll never forget the day my mother came home and told me he was dead. He’d been kicked to death, for fun, by skinheads – and when the owner of the local Chinese restaurant came running out to stop them (he was a family friend) they hospitalized him too.

The next pet we got was a long-haired King Sheppard. The dog had been police trained, but had been thrown out of the police service for being too docile – when they’d give it the attack command he would bark, knock the person down then lay on top of them and clean their face. Not very good for catching criminals, but the bond I had with that animal was out of this world. This dog was so large that I’d ride it around the house – up the stairs, down the stairs; I’d fall asleep straddling his back in front of the TV, and he’d carry me to bed.

We’d named him “Chuck” because he’d been chucked out of the police force –Chuck was incredibly loyal to me. The abuse at Paul’s hands let up once Chuck arrived on the scene, mostly because he’d freak out if the son of a bitch tried to hit me. But when he was really angry he’d just take the dog outside and chain it up in the yard, then he could dispense beatings at his leisure.

I’m pretty sure this would have gone on indefinitely except one day (as socio-paths will do) he went too far. A combination of events made it impossible for him to hide his depravity from the other watchful people in my life. He started the day off with a bang, literally – pushing my mother, backwards, down two flights of stairs. She survived, but 32 years later she still has lasting knee, back and neck injuries. Ironically the only thing that saved her was that she was probably stoned.

Needless to say the sight of seeing your mother thrown down forty-odd stairs is distressing to a six year old, and like any small child would do, I cried. I’m guessing he was in a particularly bad mood that day because his reaction to my crying was particularly excessive, even for him.

My mother had been heating up her hair curlers in the living room; she had the old plug in kind that sat on metal rods and one by one you’d pull them off and put them into your hair. I’d been left sitting on the couch, and when I started to cry he stormed into the room, kicked over the curlers (spilling them all onto the floor) and with a strong hand shoved me off the couch.

I landed, back first, on the exposed heated rods.

Burns of that severity, combined with a mother who is so injured she can’t go to work, are bound to get attention – and for him, it got the worst kind. My grandmother came by the house to find out why my mother hadn’t been at work and to pick me up (by this point she was, thankfully, my primary care giver) the scene she encountered made her go through the roof.

Now my grandmother wasn’t anything like my mother…If anything, she’s the singular role model in my family that made me the person I am today. My grandmother served as an officer of the courts in the UK and was a polar opposite to my mother – she took me from that place and I don’t remember ever going back. The last I heard of that place, he was still living there but he’d had my dog put down (the dog had attacked him when he hurt me). I guess he was lashing out the only way he knew how.

This wasn’t the last abusive man that my mother would bring into our house; I suppose I should be thankful that they were only ever physically violent. When I got old enough I’d antagonize them specifically, redirecting their anger to me instead of at my mum. I’d do this any time I thought she was about to get hit. When you’re 9 or 10 years old “being mouthy” seems to come naturally, and it wasn’t a difficult task to get these full grown “men” to unhinge in my directly instead of hers. This is the start of what would ultimately be the long-term White Knight complex I struggled with for many years. To this day, there is no single easier way to make me angry or violent than to raise your hand against women or children (or animals).

With all that in consideration, I’m one of the gentlest people I know. The aversion I have to violence comes in all forms, much to the lament of a few lovers I’ve had in the past. I’ve dated women who have expressed interest in being choked, strangled or who wanted to engage in “role play” that involved violent scenarios. I’m incredibly not cool with that, it actually makes me physically sick – bringing up all sorts of buried memories that I don’t want to explore (things like the smell of my own flesh burning).

It also leads to me having a strong intolerance for “mainstream” pornographic films, the kind that are nothing but degradation and objectification personified. I’m especially put off by “torture porn”, and what most people would call “fetplay”. I have no desire to see someone tied up, choking, bound or otherwise hurt. There’s nothing sexy or tantalizing about that to me. If that’s your bag, well that’s entirely up to you – but I’m really upfront about that, and I think that’s the only respectful way to handle it.

Perhaps not surprisingly, I have a strong intolerance (hatred, in fact) towards drugs (including cigarettes) – they’ve been a constant negative aspect in my life; not only leading to my own physical abuse, but the death of Scott, my surrogate older brother: Scott was killed when, during a mountain climbing trip in Western Canada, his group’s guide decided it was okay to get high and then proceeded to lead his group onto a trail that was frozen over – the entire group fell to their deaths, except for the stoned guide who survived.

An ex of mine kept a LiveJournal profile in which she would chronicle, in great detail, the ways in which she’d been sexually exploited and/or tortured. She was addicted to heroin, and would let people use and abuse her in exchange for the drug she so badly craved. I pushed her to the point where she had to make a choice between the drug or me, and she chose the drug.

She was absolutely driven to that lifestyle, but reading her journal (which was a huge mistake) made me physically ill and I was never able to look at her the same way again. I ran into her a couple of years ago and we’re both very different people now (she’s got a kid and is on her second marriage) but in the back of my mind, I couldn’t help but remember all the “terrible” things she’d solicited, or let, other people to do to her.

The “White Knight” syndrome, like any other psychological classification, is something that some people live with their entire lives without really knowing it. Many people, myself included, mistakenly believe that their upbringing was just “proper” and that they don’t have any issues they need to deal with in this regard. This simply isn’t the case, it’s a damaging cycle and it’s something that, if it goes unchecked, can lead to a life of problems and self-destruction.

If you perpetually find yourself attracted to people you perceive as needing to be “helped,” “fixed” or “saved,” this is a warning sign. Aside from being incredibly insulting to many people, it’s also a sign that you have just as much as problem as the person you perceive having the issues. People don’t need saving, and if they do – they need to learn to ask you for themselves. Projecting your need to “rescue” or “heal” other people is a dangerous path to start down, and once you do it can become a major aspect of your life.

It’s not a reasonable mental state to find yourself in, really… having this deep-seated need to right all the wrongs and injustices towards women across the world – I mean I’ve reigned it back in significantly over the years, but it’s resulted in me ending up in relationships with heroin users and alcoholics, in some vain attempt to “help” them. I guess the most important lessons I’ve learned, at least for me, are:

1. You can’t help people who don’t want to be helped; and it’s insulting to assume otherwise.

2. Never, ever, ask your partner about their exes; unless you can categorically accept whatever they tell you – and deal with it. They’re exes for a reason.

If you, or someone you know, suffer from a similar psychological predisposition, they might find this book helpful (or you might) in trying to figure out what makes them act the way they do: The White Knight Syndrome: Rescuing Yourself from Your Need to Rescue Others.

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Nov 2012 14

by Jen Friel

I’m a domme. My specialities are objectification and humiliation, and I’m slightly sadistic. Have I mentioned, that I look like Mary Suzy Sunshine, and I got into all of this accidentally via a half joking tweet.

Yep, that happened.

Earlier this year I tweeted that I was seriously considering dating a guy with a foot fetish just so I could get a foot rub after my morning jog. Having always been a natural leader, domination didn’t seem like that far of a stretch –– but not having any idea what I was getting myself into, I first decided to check out the scene with the help from a buddy of mine who is a “switch.”

I need to know what I am going to be doing to these people so I need a first hand experience, I said on the phone to him one day. Not a problem, he said. Come over and we can try it out. He then dominated me, and I dominated him (read more about that here) and I immediately discovered this was something I was meant to do.

Domination was so much like running a business, and after running my own website for the last 2.5 years at that point –– the rest seemed gravy. Next, I started accepting my own slaves (I currently have 6), and after each session I would then return to working and back to writing.

I remember one day in particular getting an email from a friend of mine that I was doing business with at the time. “Everything ok?” she asked in reply to a message I sent. “Your email was extremely curt and you sounded pissed off.”

I started laughing out loud hysterically.

“Yes,” I admitted. “I emailed you after a session, and I was ‘in the zone.’”

“Oh, okay,” she replied back. “Just checking, it wasn’t like you.’

I then thought about what she said: It wasn’t like me?

Being a domme gave me an enormous amount of freedom to be completely in control and to be the person I had always wanted to be. If being a domme came so naturally to me, certainly there had to be something outside of the scene that maybe I just wasn’t willing to accept.

Having grown up the perpetual black sheep, and the one that always got picked on, I ended up as an adult becoming a people pleaser. But I wasn’t pleasing anyone in that email, I was just being me. Domination is helping me in business, I thought. People are noticing that I am more direct and more demanding. (However, there is a fine line between being direct and being a douche.) For the first time in my life I was genuinely starting to come into my own skin.

Wow, I thought, who knew having slaves would help me as an entrepreneur?

Here are some of my observations:

1. Sponsors are like subs.

My business is solely run off of advertisements and sponsorships. I am a corporate sponsored minimalist and lifecaster, so my job is to create the content that acts as a vehicle to sell shit. (Obviously, I only take on products or services that I believe in and know I can sell.) While I am in control over who I accept, and the actual creation and execution of the campaign, at the end of the day it’s always about the sponsor or about the advertiser. If something isn’t working, I have to quickly pivot and change directions. Dudes, subs are the same way. A sub and I will email back and forth asking what he would like out of the scene, but it is my job to create it and to execute, watching him as closely as possible and pivoting if he’s psychologically not in the same place I want him to be.

2. It’s the little things.

What makes me successful as an entrepreneur is the fact that I don’t miss a trick. I am extremely observant. When it comes to strategy or general execution of a campaign, I have genuinely thought about ALL of the ways I could socially engineer something and I don’t miss out on an opportunity to place a link, or enhance a potential conversion for a client. It’s the same when I’m domming. When it comes to my slaves, I don’t just place the mask or collar on them –– I allow them to sniff the leather first reminding them of the place they are in and the fact that I am in control. When I put on my shoes, I don’t just walk about the house in them, I will blindfold the sub and place the weight on my feet to adjust the volume of my heels as they clink on the floor. For the sub to truly “get off” (psychologically not sexually), I have to notice ALL of the details and remain extremely observant at ALL times.

3. Be real.

In my business, I have to, have to, have to, keep it real. I am 9 times out of 10 probably too real, but it resonates with my audience which then allows my brand to grow while at the same time catching the attention of even more sponsors. If I’m not real, and constantly keeping the integrity of the brand in check – I’d die. I’d lose my readers, which will result in a loss of advertisers, and then I am back to working a 9-5 that I will no doubt hate and want to blow my brains out from. And to be successful as a domme, I also have to be real. I know very much my bottom lines of what I am into and what I am good at in domination. If you want to be called a sissy, if you want to be hit with a riding crop and called worthless –– I am your jam! If you’re not into those things, however, the dynamic could never work. Before I even consider taking on a slave, I have them outline exactly what they are looking for. I will then send them a response back with what I am into so we can see if there is some common ground. If, like in business, I didn’t understand my bottom lines or didn’t clearly articulate exactly what I am into I would fail as a domme which will then leave my slaves unhappy which would result in me not being able to dominate.

Funny how many common denominators there are to such seemingly random experiences. Now if you’ll excuse me, I better get back to the slave massaging me right now. This feels yummy…

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