To all the folks great behind, and attending, Beat Me In St. Louis (BMISL) we want to give an ernest and heartfelt THANK YOU: everything was a delight and beyond. If you ever have the chance to attend you really should - hands-down this is our favorite event to teach for or just attend.
This is wonderful and then some! The kinky act of one R. Greco and one M.Christian are pleased and proud to be coming (and then some) back for another year of wild classes and fun, fun, fun at the one-and-only Beat Me In St. Louis on March 24th to the 26th!
We'll be spreading the love of what we'll be teaching soon!
This is gonna be a blast: I'm going to be attending Baycon on Saturday, May 28th and having fun on quite a few panels.
Here's my schedule - hope to see you there!
New art mediums-What is out there?
Saturday 11:30 - 13:00, Connect 1 (San Mateo Marriott) Discussion and examples of art items and new ways of creating art. ( Can include tech items and computer programs!)
Amy-Elyse Neer, M Christian (M), Mr. Chris Butler
The good, The Bad, And The WTF of Cover Art
Saturday 14:30 - 16:00, Connect 1 (San Mateo Marriott) Forget judging the book by its cover, sometimes you can't even identify it. Our panelists discuss highs and lows and just plain weird in the world of cover art.
Megan O'Keefe (M), Kathleen Bartholomew, Thaddeus Howze, M Christian, Deirdre Saoirse Moen
Saturday 16:00 - 17:30, Connect 6 (San Mateo Marriott) What editors of magazines, blogs, and indie publishers are looking for or NOT looking for. How to wow us and get your story/article published.
Emerian Rich (M), Sumiko Saulson, M Christian
Putting Sex In Sci-Fi
Saturday 17:30 - 19:00, Collaborate 2 (San Mateo Marriott)
18 AND OVER ONLY, PLEASE. Our panelists discuss the inclusion of sex (including kinky sex) in genre literature or media, what works and what doesn't.
M Christian (M), Christophe Pettus, Inejiro Koizumi
- and here's part 2 of Ralph Greco's wonderful write-up of our recent trip to St. Louis!
Crazy kinksters that Chris and I are…we were in bed that first night by nine (separate beds, in our own rooms, solo). We woke early enough to get a good filling breakfast in the hospitality suite (again, the variety of hot food was astounding), then we buzzed around the room where we would be giving our first class, “Tit Torture 101.” I conceded to the master for this particular class, letting Chris run the show and demonstrations; I tend towards introducing us, picking-up on who is raising their hands during the hour and half talk, handing Chris what he might need, introducing people helping us out. For the classes before ours, we sauntered by various rooms and I learned that though the percentage of the people here this weekend had booked for the entire Friday/Saturday/Sunday stay, a good amount also purchased tickets for just this Saturday (a day pass) or even managed over-the-weekend tickets. Yes STL3 could boast a great turn-out; Chris and my class alone had sitting-room-on-the-floor-only.
We had a blast, didn’t lose a soul in the hour and a half, fielded good questions, heard lots of laughter and welcomed a wonderfully busty ‘demo’ lass who stood at the head of the room while Chris showed some firm but fun (and not so very intense) ways one might enjoy clothespins.
Among thank you’s and back slaps, we went to get some lunch after the class, and also made plans with our driver to get out a bit. Chris and I decided to have the guy simply run us to the metro train station a mere ten minutes away, instead of having him have to take us downtown, drop us off, come back for us, etc. (which seemed a needless abuse of the guy’s good nature and time) sometime after our second class, “Cupping.”
The thing you best learn when giving a class, especially to adults possibly as knowledgeable as you on a given subject, or having maybe tried what you are teaching, or those aching to learn about it, is to be humble enough to make your presentation less a lecture and more a conversation. This is how Chris and I conduct our classes; anybody at any time can raise their hand and ask a question, offer-up an idea, or give an example and if there are professionals in the crowd, we defer to them.
And we did in the cupping class.
Going around the room making introductions, asking who has tried what, when and how of the ancient art of cupping (heating the air in a small glass ‘cup’ then suctioning it on someone’s skin to pull out toxins) we found a man who was actually a professional massage therapist who used cupping in his everyday practice. Chris and I had the young guy and his lady sit to the side of us, at the head of the ballroom and we went to him for asides, questions and advice. You’re sure to miss a great deal if you simply stand-up in front of a group of people and pontificate for an hour and half and don’t think those people might have something worthwhile to say.
Chris managed three cupping demonstrations on the massage table provided (all on people’s backs, though we assured all, heated suction works wonders in kink play on various spots of the body) and left again feeling we had reached folks and they us.
In both our Saturday classes, the powers-that-be had attendants to set up chairs, help us, monitor and in fact for our first class, we asked for and received some supplies we had forgotten, even though we asked for them only an hour before the class began. Yes, these folks were efficient.
‘The Arch,’ was a mere four or five stops straight in by train, across the muddy Mississippi, this recognizable American marvel sitting at the edge of the water. We took a spin around, took some cell phone pics (but not selfies!) walked the streets, then got back on the train, called our good man to pick us up at the station minutes before we arrived, got in his car and back to the hotel in around an hour and a half trip.
Chris and I were bound and determined to make the midnight buffet this night and going off to bed for a quick nap, we set our alarms for 11:30. All attendees were pretty much in attendance for the pot stickers, egg rolls, fruit and cheese (our driver had assured us this was well attended), loading-up before they stepped into the dungeon for the night. After eating, Chris and I made our way to the hospitality suite again where we talked with some great great people/presenters, about what to see next time we were in town (this wacky wonderful place for sure) and generally sharing laughter and good stories until one in the morning.
We had a 10 am writing class to teach come Sunday, and though there were only two people in the seats when we got there, by about ten minutes in we had a nice tight class of a good grouping of folks. This is where Chris and I really shine, having a true passion for writing that feeds off one another. Again, we ran this class informally, led more by conversation than instruction (this wasn’t a class for professional writers per say, but people who wanted to unlock that specific creative gene by taking pen to paper/fingers to keyboard). The hour and a half flew by as we took questions, gave forth our own horror writing trials and learned what was on people’s minds that they were doing with their work.
Lunch (again), goodbye hugs, our driver taking us to the airport-the three of us laughing like high schoolers-Chris and I in the airport sipping coffees, revising our class listings, marveling over the great time we had, then hugging an hour later, he on a plan to SFO, me to Newark, I thought, with a head spinning realization looking out the plane window, did it all really happen?
Again below are the websites for STL3’s stuff and their new venue. I cannot express how wonderful it was to attend and teach at Beat Me In St. Louis 2016, how warm and fun the people there were and how great it was just spending time with my great buddy (I get to see him all to infrequently, really.)
It’s another one of those, ‘so, let me tell you what I did for my summer vacation’ reports here at THE SEX FILES for this week. You know how I like to keep you abreast (or two) of my naughty journeying, my adventures with the like-minded, paint juicy pictures of the places I have been and the people I have seen. This working vacation kink weekend was one of the best trips I have ever been on.
I took a trip two weeks ago to St. Louis to give some classes, as much as to hang with one of my most bestest buds, fellow smut writer and my partner in teaching those classes, M. Christian. We were invited by the STL3, a non-profit organization with hundreds of members, who host and produce both the Spanksgiving & Beat Me in St Louis events every year (Chris and I were being flown-out and put up for Beat Me). For the past 20 years, STL3 has been delivering these August get together’s for St. Louis kinksters-and lots of men and women who come in from parts way beyond-and I am here to tell you they have this down cold!
From our ‘pick up’ at the airport, our volunteer driver (an actual ex-cab driver, among his many talents and jobs), whose name will remain a secret (but who Chris and I instantly took to) showed us top notch hospitality. Really, we were in expert hands, as our driver took us the half and hour from the airport in Missouri over a beautiful bridge spanning the Mississippi into Illinois (catching a good look at the famous Gateway Arch and hearing some interesting info about it), informed us of other sights along the way and had us joking and laughing. Chris and I tend to be slightly insular when we hang, it’s something we both work hard on trying not to be, but as a result of not getting to see one another so much we do get to talking in a way I fear sometimes excludes folks around us. But with our driver (for reasons of privacy I can’t really tell you anyone’s name of the people we met at this event) we just fell right in line like a trio of buds who had known one another for years, joking, throwing out asides and arcane references, so much so when we landed at our hotel, we didn’t even want to get out of the car!
Checked in at both the hotel and for the event, Chris and I dropped our bags and got acclimated. This mid-afternoon saw a goodly amount of folk already in, but for the most part this was the day old friends got to see one another for the first time in a long time, or people were getting a lay of the land. I have been to a handful of kink conventions where the organizers have enough attendees to rent out the entire hotel, and such was the case with STL3, as they have been at full occupancy at this event for some time. It’s just simply easier when people can walk around comfortable enough to know that everyone in their immediate influence shares the same sensibilities, outfits (or lack of them) and can go by unnoticed, or appreciated at the very least, and feel safe and secure.
Chris and I already suspected that from the way the reservations had been handled, that this group had everything working like clockwork. On the way in our driver gave us a crash course on how the STL3 had one person for one job, a guy or gal who did that job well and was part of a crack-jack working whole organization who didn’t micromanage. But when we entered the hospitality suite, started shaking hands and met the organization’s head/event chairperson and his officers you could tell right away this was a congenial group who did what they did well because simply they wanted things to run well. Instantly you realized there was no ego here, at least not in the sense that one person’s hubris got in the way. Big, fun personalities, all, stained (in a good way) with a mid-western sociability Chris and I instantly took to.
You simply could not love every single one of these people enough, really…and the freaking food cooked for us presenters each meal and everyday was spectacular. There was lots of it and of a great variety, snacks and drinks all day too. This is no small point (and to an east-coast Italian boy food is most important), but presenters at these events are often shown a hospitality table that consists of bags of chips, water, maybe a smattering of sad sandwiches come lunch time. Hardly ever do you get three squares, of hot food, cooked by the main dude of the event (a very good cook indeed), copious amounts of snacks (both healthy and not so…guess which I partook of) all day long, plus the STL3 hosted midnight gourmet buffets for everyone.
As for the actual ‘meat and taters’ of the kinks going on about us?
At seven thirty or so, after grabbing dinner, meeting more folks, managing the requisite round of coffees and checking where our classes would be the next day (and even managing to nap for a few hours…by the way, the rooms were perfect, big, clean, etc.) Chris and I stepped into the big ballroom on the ground floor of the hotel to witness the opening ceremony welcome from the STL3 head. He really is a congenial guy, tends to go for big laughs and naughty asides; Chris and I really came to love him, truth be told. Then we took a few steps around what was a make-shift big dungeon area (10,000 sq ft of it actually). Various players were engaging in spanking, some rope bondage, various other pursuits, all under the watchful eyes of DM’s (dungeon masters), and the same was true for what was happening in the smaller Medical Room adjacent. For most conventions of this type the dungeon is what a good percentage of the people come to partake in, and the STL3’s dungeon was run very professional indeed.
This is no vanilla event to be sure, only kinksters are welcome here.
In part two of this report I’ll get into the classes Chris and I taught (there ended up being over 40 classes for this weekend), seeing the famous Arch and all the rest of our adventuring with the wonderful folks at Beat Me In St. Louis.
For now, check out their three primary links and what’s happening from them in the near future:
Ralph and Chris are having such a blast teaching that we decided to expand our repertoire to include a bunch of new classes! Check them out below - and be sure to write us to let us know if there's a special kind of class you'd like to see us teach!
Cupping and Cooldown: Effective And Sensual Scene Aftercare
Naturally many people focus on what happens before, and especially during, a scene but unfortunately what happens after is all too often neglected. Yet, as any kink veteran can tell you, aftercare can be just as crucial -- if not more so -- to a happy, healthy (and naughty) experience.
In this thought-provoking class, participants will learn a myriad of techniques to ground both bottom and top: sensual practices such as the ancient practice of cupping, various forms of massage, the nurturing power of a simple touch, the importance of feedback during and after, and emotional caregiving and receiving -- all with the goal of not just leaving a scene better than when it was entered, but to pave the way for even better times to come!
Demo bottoms encouraged to participate
Going Gray: BDSM 101 - Making Fantasies A Reality … Or Not
Exploring erotic fantasies often brings players to BDSM. But making one’s dreams reality can be difficult-- if not impossible -- leading to a longing that often can’t be fulfilled.
In Going Gray, attendees will learn a wide range of methods to possibly create what has only been erotically dreamed of: analyzing the core nature of fantasies, ways of experimenting with what physically can happen (and what can’t!) planning and execution, emotional and physical safety, how to cope with the possibilities that some fantasies simply can’t be made real, and how to create new fantasies when the old ones just don’t work anymore.
Relationships And The Scene: Who We are And What We Could Be
Delving into the kink lifestyle can test even the strongest of relationships, bringing up all kinds of issues regarding sexuality, orientation, arousal, jealousy, insecurity, and a lot more! These difficulties can sometimes be exacerbated by feeling confined by traditional relationship structures, such as marriage and traditional monogamy.
Attending Relationships And The Scene, participants will hear of a wide range of alternative relationship structures such as nonmonogamy, polyamory, the swinging lifestyle, slavehood, and many others that could very well be the key to unlocking ways of reducing, or even removing, feelings of frustration, shame, guilt, and fear for those stepping into the world of BDSM.
Clothespins: The Kinky Wondertoy
Sure, they look innocent enough but in a skilled hand a clothespin (wooden or plastic) can be a beautifully viscous toy. Applied to genitals and breasts they can make even the most hardened of bottoms squirm with delight.
In this class, lessons will be taught in how to select the right clothespin for the job, safe ways of applying them, how to easily modify them in all kinds of fiendish ways, the physics and physiology of what makes clothespins so intense, the sweet intensity of zippers, cautions and concerns, and where to apply them to a human body to get the best effect.
Demo bottoms encouraged to participate
A Beat You Can Beat To: Rhythm Play
Ironically, even though most BDSM toys -- from paddles to canes, floggers to bare hands -- involve beating a bottom, far too many people forget that they are basically playing an instrument … one where engaging a good, playful rhythm can mean the difference between a happily squirming submissive or one that’s just annoyed.
In this playful class, participants will learn the crucial importance of setting up a well-reasoned, and most of all, sensual impact style -- both pleasing to the receiver as well as saving the arms, wrists and back of the giver. Techniques will be explored for all kinds of toys: paddles, floggers, and more -- demonstrating the pros and cons of each in regards to rhythmic play.
Additionally, the class will touch on how normally intense toys such as canes can be used in a slow and sensual way: an excellent technique to expand both a top and bottoms range of both toys and types of play.
Demo bottoms encouraged to participate
A Kinky Kabaret: Sexy Songs, Erotic Stories, And More!
The scene is packed full of wildly talented people, and in this special event R. Greco and M.Christian will put together an entire lineup of musicians, poets, burlesque dancers, magicians, comedians, erotica writers, and tons of others to amaze and amuse, titillate and totally-wow your attendees!
Everyone invited to perform a self-contained few minutes (performance time for each participant contingent on how many performers sign-up)
Handling everything from reaching out to event participants, finding talent, running the show, doing extensive PR (including flyers and social media), R. Greco and M.Christian put on a show by and for everyone … everyone who enjoys a wild night of kink and sex, laughter and thrills, fun and erotic frivolity, and beyond!
We had a blast and then some teaching - and having tons of fun - at Beat Me In St. Louis (BMISL)!
A hearty thanks out to all the great people we met, who attended our classes and especially to the amazing organizers of this incredible event!