Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Adventures in the Palace of Porn, part one

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John Preston wrote a famous essay where he implored people to inspire struggling pornographers by having hot sex with or in front of them. Watching nice people having sex has, sadly, never been that big a turn on for me. My kinks are a little more complicated. I see the world through SM-colored lenses; sex alone, even kinky sex, just doesn't work as well for me as it seems to do for the millions who support the visual porn industry.

However, I was intrigued by the invitation from Peter Ackworth, Head Kinkster of Kink.com, to come and help inaugurate this new concept in SM smut. The Upper Floor is literally the 4th floor of the massive San Francisco Armory, but it's also the start of an experiment in ... something. Storytelling? A kinky reality program? More excuses to abuse cute young things? Either way, it was an honor to be asked. And, well. They paid me. I can be had.

Kink.com is a rare thing in professional porn; it's run, staffed and performed by genuinely kinky people. (Or at least kink friendly, behind the scenes.) What's more, there's a general feeling of welcome and openness in the staff; I overheard several conversations indicating there was potential for people to learn and grow within the company, despite some recent layoffs. It's rare enough to find a job with benefits ad creative potential; finding one where you can wear your collar and flaunt your body mods is nice. Free espresso in the staff lounge is a definite plus.

And it would make sense to find some perverts running the joint; you don't get into the business because it was porn or bathroom fixtures. But Peter Ackworth is himself one of the most engagingly geeky princes of porn I have ever met. He is delighted to have a career in which he gets to play all the time with cute young things who are not the kind you take home to mother. (At least until kink.com introduces the next new thing...Kinky MILFs)

Kink.com has many specialized sites where fans of particular tastes can sign up to watch the fetish of their choice. This ranges from pretty standard bondage and flogging stuff to fucking machines, pissing, and girl/girl wrestling with sex added on. The product tends to be short films and vast numbers of still shots, many available for free in the moocher section of the site. Sadly, there is only ONE gay male section so far, headed by the talented Van Darkholme. It's San Francisco, Peter. Get some more fag porn on your site.

One section in particular follows a sort of storyline - The Training of O. The head honcho of TTOO is James Mogul, lately of the Seattle scene. (It took all of one minute to establish we knew people who did people we knew.) The story of TTOO is that submissive girls enter a 4-day training period in which they are used and abused and presumably taught important stuff. Mostly, they learn how to be used and abused. Come on, this is porn here.

But Ackworth and Mogul have this idea of a full time "lifestyle" sort of space - and that would be The Upper Floor. Pitched as a pseudo-Edwardian house, with a complex staff, trainers and guests, it would be a 24/7 sort of place. In fact, there would be ample room for people to live on premises. And I did, for a few days.

1 comment:

Mad said...

Sounds like fun!

Sorry I had family obligations that prevented me from seeing the dinner. I was almost tempted for a few seconds to get a membership in order to see the archive. Unfortunately my lack of interest in visual porn won out, and I didn't. Glad you enjoyed though!

Ironically, the local scene round here for the longest time was a place called the "Top Floor" which was the very nicely dungeoned-out 4th floor of a building with a Dooley's pool hall at the bottom. We took great advantage of the thundering music downstairs often, it drowns out screaming quite well!

(Favourite Top Floor quote, at the annoying "intro to new visitors session": "And some people don't use colours, so be respectful of people who use 'fuck that hurts!' to mean red." to which the simultaneous and instant response of the two most masochistic people there was "that's a GREEN!")