I knew ‘sometimes she lets me’ was going to be a winner when I read Tristan’s introduction which succeeds in defining what Butch/Femme means better than anyone I’ve ever seen, and certainly better than I am capable of:

“Butch/femme is bulging jeans, smeared lipstick, stiletto heels, and sharp haircuts. It’s about being read and being seen. Sometimes it’s about passing or not passing. It’s about individual identity and a collective sense of community. It’s personal, political. It’s performance and it’s not. It’s the visceral space between the flesh and the imagination.”

One of the things that I love best about this book are the pieces that don’t turn me on (I know sounds crazy when reviewing an Erotica book). One of the biggest strengths in this book is that the anthology is incredibly diverse, having everything from butch on butch to femme on femme, femme tops, butch bottoms, switching, and of course my personal favorite some hot dominant butch takes submissive femme all thrown into 226 of the hottest pages I’ve read in quite some time.  I adore that the book doesn’t give privilege any one way of negotiating butch & femme identities separately or in relation to each other. Instead, it gives space for the sexy diversity that is our little corner of the queer universe.

The quality of the writing is also superb and contains the work of more than a couple of my favorite writers, with a special shout out to Toni Amato of Write Here, Write Now whose writing blew me away.  This is one of those books that to me goes beyond good one-handed reading (not that there is anything wrong with that) and into the category of great writing.  Butch/femme dynamics are by their nature sexually charged, and so it makes sense that it’s through beautifully crafted explicit sexual writing that we can learn more about ourselves, our dynamics, and our community as a whole.

if you’re a femme author, artist or zinester I’d love to review your work for the site! If you’re interested, please shoot me an email at Sassafras@PoMoFreakshow.com

I was really excited when I was asked if I was interested in reviewing Kink Academy because I’ve been hearing such great things about it from just about every leather person I know! That said, I was also a little skeptical of how much I personally would enjoy the site. I’m incredibly blessed that I have a large social network of kinky leather folks in my life, and I envisioned the site would be much more beneficial or interesting for geographically or socially isolated kinky folks….but I was wrong!

Kink Academy is one of those sites that’s continually growing containing video (my favorites being some by Femmes Guide’s own Lee Harrington), forums and curriculums to implement into your own life.  Kink Academy is without a doubt the sex ed class you didn’t get in school but wish you did! It’s got everything from practical skills for tying someone up, to more abstract concepts like negotiation and the reality of living in full time long term power exchange relationships!

It’s not a free site, but with continually new content by educators whose classes are normally much more expensive than this, the registration fee easily pays for itself, and besides you can access it anytime of day or night which means not having to spend hours agonizing about what to wear to the workshop, and focusing on putting together that perfect outfit for your sexy date!

If you have been reading here for a while you likely know that most of the time I don’t spend writing about all things glittery and femme is spent writing about the epidemic of LGBTQ youth homelessness and my experience with it.  Most of you also know that I’m the editor of an anthology that was just released called Kicked Out which has brought together the stories of current and former homeless LGBTQ youth. You can learn more about the book on our website www.KickedOutAnthology.com

This Friday is the NYC release of Kicked Out taking place at The Center and if you are in the city I would LOVE LOVE LOVE to see you there!!!! The evening will include readings by Kicked Out Editor Sassafras Lowrey  (that’s me!) & Contributors Lucky Michaels, Ksen Pallegedara, Kestryl Cael, and Kay Barrett!!!!

Friday March 19th 7pm @

The Center 208 West 13th Street

Room 310

(of course i still have yet to decide what i’m going to wear!!! a femme can only be so organized :p )

One of the strengths of this book is how it doesn’t take itself or any of us too seriously. One of my favorite sections “Alphabet City” offers us a condensed history of our growing acronym of identities is a fantastic example of Lynn’s talent of making us laugh at ourselves.

I really appreciated the honesty and complexity that Lynn brought to the dilemma of medical transition. As someone who has walked those contradictions, I loved the way that Lynn handled the experience of explaining who we are, regardless of how we do or don’t choose to physically modify our bodies.  The aspect of this I was most drawn to was the way Lynn gave voice to the ways in which many of us actually sculpted our lives and bodies, making them an extension of our art. Furthermore, that this is not something new and that we’re part of a tradition of queers who build lives and bodies in order to live at peace in their skins, like the following excerpt that was written about Del Martin and Phyllis Lyon:

“It was dykes like Del who taught me how to charm the ladies and make a boy with whatever’s lying around the house. Duct tape and some Vaseline. And it was femmes like Phyllis who taught me how to tie a tie, hit the spot (no hands), and wear boxers.  They taught me that we can either hang together or be hanged separately.”

One of the critiques I have for books and stories that could be categorized as trans memoir is the way that we can take ourselves too seriously (something I know I’m guilty of at times) but One Freak Show never fell into that trap- and unapologetically called trannies on our shit which made me love it even more, and consider this a definite must read!

“Dyke, fag, and queer are somewhat assimilated into popular queer jargon, but, because the trans community is the last in the long line of queers to win acceptance even from the LGBT community, if you say tranny, even if you are a tranny, you’ll still get glared at by middle class, educated transfeminist trannies on high alert. So label yourself at your own risk.”

Also, if you’re a femme author, artist or zinester I’d love to review your work for the site! If you’re interested, please shoot me an email at Sassafras@PoMoFreakshow.com

“Leather becomes a metaphor for the spirit, that an individual is more
durable yet flexible, is beautiful and resilient.  In learning to polish boots, you
are learning how to polish your spirit.”
-Lee Harrington Sacred Kink

Normally when I get a book to review, I devour it quickly. I expected this would be the same with Femme’s Guide blogger  Lee Harrington’s latest treasure Sacred Kink, but the experience of reading it couldn’t have been more different, to the point where I took so much time, I kept expecting Lee to email me asking if I really was going to review this book!

Sacred Kink was something that I needed to savor. There is so much information, so many ideas, thoughts and experiences taking place within it I was unable to read it for long stretches at a time. Instead I found myself returning multiple, multiple times, sometimes with days in-between in order to let what I was reading digest. As a not particularly spiritual person, but as someone who’s found glimpses of spirituality as their soul has been transformed by leather, this book really spoke to me in ways I hadn’t completely expected.

Lee describes his book as text that dives “into the ways that erotic explorers are tapping into altered states of consciousness, and how to do so with a wide variety of approaches. From negotiation to aftercare, top trances to ordeals, sex magic to pain processing, erotic shape shifting to the spiritual calling of Mastery and Slavery” Which I think is a more accurate summary than I could come up with.

“Sacred Kink” was a book that very much kept me coming back for more, and my physical and very personal journal I write in several times a day, is littered with influential quotes that spoke to me and my life over my weeks of reading the book.

There is certain levity to Lee’s writing that I really appreciated. This is a book that could easily have run the risk of taking itself too seriously for my liking and it didn’t. As many times as I felt my breath catch in my throat with a recognition of the power of how we live and what we do, I found myself touched through laughter at the ways in which awakening can take many different forms “Sometimes it’s just about putting on the Godzilla costume, painting our lover up like the city of Tokyo, and having at it.”

I don’t want to be cliché and say that Sacred Kink has something for everyone, I’m sure it doesn’t. But, if you are someone whose life has been touched by leather, or if you’re kinky and looking to take that a step further, or if your just interested in these topics, I can’t recommend this book enough.

if you’re a femme author, artist or zinester I’d love to review your work for the site! If you’re interested, please shoot me an email at Sassafras@PoMoFreakshow.com

A not so secret fact is that in college I sold dildos and floggers, and helped people find good lube. For retail it was just about the best job that a bearded lady, genderqueer femme, with foot long hot pink and black pigtail hair extensions, piercings, and tattoos could hope for.  It was also a blast because like many people queer or otherwise I love sex toys! I’m one of those people that not only enjoys playing with them, but also knowing more about them, and for that reason I jumped at the chance to review fellow femme Tristan Taormino’s new book “The Big Book Of Sex Toys.”

This book is visually stunning with up close and personal color photography of nearly every sex toy that you can imagine, but this book goes beyond pretty pictures! It features smart and easily digestible information to aid with picking just the right toys to broaden your sex life alone or with partners. This book is definitely something I wish I’d had available to hand to customers!

I have a lot of personal and professional experience with sex toys so I can’t say that I learned a lot of new things here, but the book did offer me a wonderful refresher course, and something I’m happy to have on my bookshelf for reference.  ‘The Big Book of Sex Toys’ is a straightforward non-intimidating book that I would without a doubt recommend to anyone looking for suggestions on picking new toys!

Also, if you’re a femme author, artist or zinester I’d love to review your work for the site! If you’re interested, please shoot me an email at Sassafras@PoMoFreakshow.com

I had intended to write a quick and sexy blog post about having gone to the NYC book release for S. Bear Bergman’s newest book “the Nearest Exit May Be Behind You” instead this blog has taken the past couple of days to complete. I was excited about the event, really excited, even though it was in Williamsberg which despite being in the same borough as my Crown Heights apartment is not that easy to get too * ahh Brooklyn * Part of the excitement was that this was the first event my partner and I had been able to attend in 2+ weeks since we came down with the dreaded h1n1 (aka swine flu).  I was excited to be out, and feeling better, and I had a new bright red dress to wear for the occasion- which coincidentally made me look a little more like a tarty self than I would have optimally gone for at the co-op owners meeting in our building we needed to attend before heading out. but I digress- leave it to a femme to make the story all about the outfit

The reading was really good. I saw friends, I laughed, I nodded, I was hailed by stories of queer kinship, and romance, and love, and of course we bought the book.  The next morning I plopped down on the train for my 1.5 hour commute to my day job and started reading. I read all the way to work, and then at the end of the day I read all the way home. And then I got up this morning and started reading again on my way into work. I’m liking the book a lot more today than I did yesterday which is interesting and  complicated. A lot of it is to do with the grand irony of my life. Despite being someone whose life and career have been built around change—- I absolutely despise it.

Reading Bear’s first book “Butch is a Noun” made me feel treasured by a broader queer community as a femme, and for whatever reason I was expecting the same thing with this book, which really isn’t fair to anyone especially Bear. I of all people should know that gender & sexuality changes with time there are dozens of my zines collecting dust on peoples bookshelves, or in punk houses or in the Queer Zine Archive— most of which were written when I was living as a trans guy. How would I feel if someone picked up my book and pouted because my gender or sexuality had shifted since they’d read my zines???

  Needless to say, that realization has left me a lot to think about.  So far (and for honesty’s sake I’ve still got about a 1/3 to go the book has hailed me much more as a trans person than as a femme. At this point I feel like I need to clarify that I view femme as being gender transgressive as when I lived as a butch, or when I lived as a trans man. But- so far anyway, it’s brought up a lot of gendered memories that aren’t on first glance connected with femme for me.

I loved and hated the first 50 pages all at the same time, and really could not figure out how to wrap my head and heart around it. After all, this is a book (and a well written one at that) which is exploring one persons experiences with all kinds of things that I spend lots of time thinking and writing about as well. I know part of what made me uncomfortable (which admittedly is sort of fucked up on my part) is that Bear has been divorced since the last book. There is no logical reason why this impacted me so profoundly, other than favorite queer couple friends of ours just divorced, and I’ve been feeling a little bit tender in places since that happened, so that is part of what was going on for me. But mostly, I just came into the book expecting to again being hailed as a femme, and left feeling  like I got the wind knocked out of me as a tranny.

Like any good book The Nearest Exit has left me questioning a lot of things, myself, gender, sexuality, and why I of all people struggle with the thoughts of those things shifting. I’ve been quoted as saying that my gender has always been a journey and not a destination, and my uneasiness with reading Bear say that ze isn’t sure ze’s a butch anymore clearly hit a tender spot for me. What if someday I come to say I’m not femme anymore? I don’t picture that happening, but then again I didn’t think I’d stop being boi identified either. I feel more at home as a femme than I ever have, but part of that means giving myself the space to say that this is where I am for now. It’s where I plan to stay for a long time but someday my queeredfemininity could channel in a different direction, I don’t picture giving up lipstick and dresses, but it could happen, and that’s hard for me to think about because after all I don’t handle change well, but something this book has brought up for me.

one of the things that I really enjoyed in Bear’s book is the unabashed faggatry.  Sitting on the train I’ve found little smiles creeping across my face as I read a squishy passage of little faggy moments of romance because I too remember that. My partner and I were fags when we got together, not in a factory direct sort of way but very much queer/dyke/faggy trans kids.  A few months ago a  friend mentioned in passing to Kestryl that our energy as a couple had a quality to it she hadn’t been able to pinpoint for a long time, and then she realized that in addition to the butch/femme connection we’re also a little faggy— and it’s so true we’re all kinds of queer and I loved seeing some of that squishy romance on the page before me.

“The Nearest Exit May Be Behind You” wasn’t what I was expecting, but it has left me with a lot to think about and was a great read. I don’t agree with everything Bear asserts about butchness, or about gender but the vast majority of it hit the nail on the head for me. I devoured this book, finishing it on my commute home last night. I loved the honesty and humor with which the stories explore the pain and pleasure that is living life as a trans person- the fears of being sick and having to go to the hospital, the joys of being read as queer even if you don’t know what kind of queer you are being seen as, love letters, laughter, and tears.  Gender & sexuality is a journey, I know this as well as anyone, and yet even I sometimes get stuck and need a reminder, and this book gave me that. Perhaps the best way to end this review (other than to tell you to buy this book right away- which I think you all should) is with the words Bear inscribed in the copy that Kestryl and I bought  “thanks fellow travelers. Enjoy the journey”   – I’d send that same sentiment back at Bear, I’m glad that ze’s also out there doing this work, and even though the book was not exactly what I had expected, I’m really glad I read it. I keep finding that sometimes the books that turn out to be completely different than we expect are the best ones.

me with my very own copy of the Cripping Femme Zine!!!

I was so pleased when I opened my mailbox last Thursday evening after a long day at work and found that my very own copy of the Cripping Femme Zine had arrived!!!  Edited by my good femme friend Leslie Freeman it contains the perspectives of 10 self identified queerly feminine folks.  Alas, I had a deadline the next day for my Curve column so I couldn’t start reading it until I’d edited and fact checked that so I placed the zine on the coffee table and let it tease me for a few hours.  A few hours later I was able to crack it open and was not disappointed!

The Cripping Femme Zine which describes itself as “by and for queerly feminine folks with dis/abilities”  though not the most aesthetically beautiful zine I’ve ever seen, but the intensity, honesty, and beauty of the writing easily more than makes up for that.

As a femme with disabilities  it was a pleasure to get the chance to sit and read a collection of pieces all by queerly feminine folks who had really smart, sexy, important, complicated, challenging, exciting, inspiring, and innovative things to say about their own experiences with disability, community response, accessibility, and the intersectionality of identity.
The zine (which is accompanied by a CD audio zine) is available for purchase at indy bookstores like Food for Thought in Amherst MA, and Bluestockings in NYC but you can also get it directly from the lovely Leslie who can be reached at: efemmera@yahoo.com.  This is a definite must read for folks interested in the diversity of femme community, dis/ability community, and the intersections between them.

Also, if you’re a femme author or zinester I’d love to review your work for the site! If you’re interested, please shoot me an email at Sassafras@PoMoFreakshow.com

I read Leslea Newman’s ‘The Femme Mystique’  for the first time many years ago.  Reading it came at a pivotal point for me.  I’d just begun exploring femininity and what it meant to me, if it meant anything to me. I remember checking it out of my university’s library reading it half heartedly and on the whole not being very impressed. I didn’t identify with most of what I was reading. The passages didn’t fit my conception of femme and I struggled to see myself within it’s pages.

Last week I purchased my own copy of the book. Lingering in the back of my mind was the memory that it hadn’t spoken to me, and yet I found a cheap used copy online, and decided that regardless of how much I did or didn’t love the book – it was one that I should own.

Since it’s arrived I haven’t been able to put it down. I feel hailed by this book in ways that I previously didn’t, and reading it has been like discovering a new friend who you spend hours talking with shocked you haven’t been friends before now. Maybe it’s age, or time, or  just that I’m in the right place to hear it now but I’m really glad I’m reading this book again. I love the sensuality of it, the talk of passing, of being the partner of a butch, of what it means to pass together, to love, to fuck, to build a life and a family. Bellow is one of my favorite passages:

“My desire, my passion comes from being femme to your butch, comes from knowing my power over you and yours over me. it comes from looking at your handsome beauty, at the width of your shoulders and the cut of your hair. It comes from feeling your hands on my neck, on my mouth, on my arms, ever insistent. It comes from feeling that my curves- my lips, my breasts, my hips, my ass— are there to meet your hardness, there to make you wild in your need for me. it comes from knowing the constant craving I feel, the boldness with which I make my needs known. It keeps me excited, wet, on the edge, waiting to be pushed or to throw myself over.”

- Debra Bercuvitz ‘ Stand by Your Man’

how about all of you- do you have femme books for whom your perspective of has changed over time?

Hard Love & How to Fuck in High Heels is a two-for-the-price-of-one DVD from Jackie Strano and Shar Rednour by their production company S.I.R. Video Productions. It was the 2001 AVN Winner of Best All-Girl Feature and is a DVD I’ve been lusting after for almost that long.

I remember walking into the Babeland here in Seattle many many years ago and seeing a display of queer porn including this DVD and one of their other productions Sugar High Glitter City (review coming soon). Immediately I was drawn to it, a budding femme at the time, and I longed to buy it but I was broke at the time. It’s been on my mind many times since that day so long ago, but I never got around to picking it up, until now.

I’ve only recently become aware of the many wonderful porn companies out there who are, as S.I.R. Video proudly proclaims, “100% dyke produced.” My other two porn reviews are of similarly queer productions and I enjoyed them immensely.

Shar Rednour wrote the book on femme (quite literally in fact–she wrote The Femme’s Guide to the Universe) so I knew these movies would be full of butch/femme goodness, and I was not disappointed. Both films were very much butch/femme based, and How to Fuck in High Heels shows us femme in a way that’s unusual to see (but not unusual to happen): Shar Rednour is the ultimate femme top.

In both Hard Love and How to Fuck in High Heels all the dildos are made by Vixen Creations, and when we watched it Marla and I were trying to figure out which toy was which. Some of them look specially made in gorgeous marbled colors like pink and black, teal, brown, and black (which is gorgeous), and blue and white; others are solid colors like black and hot pink.

Also, gloves are used for digital penetration, dental dams are used for oral sex, and condoms are used for anal penetration, which is wonderful to see in any porn.

Title: Hard Love
Tagline: “Carnal Dyke Lust, Fiery Drama, & Passionate Hardcore Sex!!!”

Writer & Director: Shar Rednour
Cast: Jackie Strano, CC Belle, Tina D’Elia, and Johnny Fremont

Length: 51 minutes
Year: 2000

Synopsis

A dyke drama-licious tale of ex-lovers Jaz (Jackie Strano) and Renee (CC Belle) and their final goodbye sex, or possibly make-up sex, or possibly… whatever it ends up being, that we don’t really see. Jaz is now with Talia (Tina D’Elia), and Renee is with Devon (Johnny Fremont), so we get to see them with their respective honeys, but Renee is moving and has solicited the help of her old flame Jaz. Of course, Talia has something to say about this, and Renee doesn’t use the fact that Jaz is coming over to stop her from fooling around with Devon. Once all the dust clears we have Jaz and Renee packing up Renee’s things and reminiscing about old times, which, of course, leads to more sex.

Scene-by-scene

We start with Jaz and Talia, going right into the fucking, no back story, no information except for these two black-clad people fucking on a gorgeous wooden kitchen island. The chemistry between the two is unmistakable, which is what I really go for in any porno. If the chemistry is good then the scenes are worth watching.

The scene cuts to Renee and Devon coming in to Renee’s apartment, after lamenting having no time to do anything because she needs to pack Devon talks Renee into doing a strip-tease for him. It’s very cute and very cheesy, and when Marla and I watched it together we were amused at the cheesyness and how much the dialogue sounded like a conversation we would have. Renee strips down from her “corporate drag” until she’s in nothing but stockings, a garter, and panties.

Before long she has Devon’s cock out from under his chaps and jeans and is sucking it with extreme close-ups such as above. While a lot of the shots are acceptable, the extreme close-ups were not appealing, they were just too close and not really sexy at all. Luckily it continually switched between different viewpoints, but every time it got so close we both were taken out of the storyline.

The other shots that really irked us while watching were the two above. Separately they would be fine, but they switched between those two views as if they were the same scene and Renee wasn’t in a radically different position in each of them. I realize the reason for this, to give a better shot of the big black Vixen Creations cock, but it was still irritating to watch. However, it didn’t take away too much from the movie as a whole, but it was enough to mention.

Cock riding changes into some doggy-style fingering (with gloves on) after which Renee convinces Devon to give her a strip-tease since she gave him one and turnabout is, as they say, fair play. I was a big fan of this butch strip-tease, done in a very casual and teasing manner, you can tell that both actors were enjoying themselves. Moving from chaps to jeans to tighty whities and plain white tank top and just tighty whities and cock sticking out.

Devon crawls back onto the bed with Renee before the scene cuts back to Jaz and Talia, giving us more of that extreme close-up with Talia this time as we watch some delicious mutual masturbation. At least the extreme close-ups don’t last for too long in this scene either, and we get to watch Jaz jacking off with a cock that looks suspiciously like Brando.

Once they’re finished the drama begins, and we learn that Jaz is supposed to go help her ex (Renee) move, and now the plot starts falling in to place. There’s bickering and fighting that’s all too realistic and Jaz is heading out the door when he changes his mind and turns around, heading to where Talia is taking a bath and jumping in with her fully clothed, which I found incredibly sweet and cheesy, which seems to be a theme.

After a zig-zag swipe (kinda like a star swipe but different) we come back to Renee and Devon, seeming to pick up where the last shot of them left off, and not a moment later Jaz bursts through the door. Devon promptly high-tails it so that Renee and Jaz can have a nice drama-licious fight. After much yelling and back-and-forth things settle down to packing up Renee’s stuff, proving that Jaz is still her bitch… er… butch, her butch. That’s it, yeah.

Of course, the calmer atmosphere post-fight is conductive to some sweet goodbye/make-up/break-up/something-or-other sex, which was predictable and I groaned as they started reminiscing and touching, the obvious signs that sexing was on the way.

It starts sweet, and just like every other pairing there is obvious chemistry and feelings flying between them. They strip each other while laying in to it with a mix of passion and remorse for the relationship they once had, it’s pretty emotional which I found surprising to find in a porno. There is some gloveless fingering, the only we see in either of the movies, and before long Renee is scooting back to the edge of the bed.

Not only do we see the only gloveless fingering in the movies, but we also see the only anal sex, perhaps showing just how connected they are, able to engage in such an intimate act. It is sexy and intimate, a great farewell to a great relationship.

Title: How to Fuck in High Heels
Tagline: “Outrageous Sex-Ed, Serious Stilettos, Scorching Dirty Talk, & Daring Babedick Action!”

Director: Jackie Strano
Cast: Shar Rednour, Josephine X, Simone, and Chester Drawers.
Interview/Photo Shoot Cast: Lady Lite, Jamie Ben-Azay, Nicole Katler, Edrie Sachade, Veronica Savage, and Arty Fischel.

Length: 36 minutes
Year: 2000

Synopsis

Based on a performance piece by Shar Rednour in which she explains how to fuck in high heels and the virtues of doing so. Includes a recording of her performance piece spliced with an “interview” of the cast and crew. After the interview and performance piece is over we get three delicious scenes of Shar Rednour calling the shots in gorgeous lingerie, flawless make-up, glitter, and high heels to die for.

Scene-by-scene

The first 10 or so minutes is Shar’s performance piece spliced with an “interview” of the cast and crew of How to Fuck in High Heels. The interview is clearly satirical and pretty amusing.

The first scene is between Shar and Simone in which Shar is sporting a glittery red bra, a gorgeous red cock and the matching red glittery Wonder Woman Harness by Aslan Leather, both of which I immediately wanted to reach into the screen and have for myself.

After an impressive blowjob and some titfucking during which Shar is leaning against a ladder looking very sexy–a necessary sex accessory according to her performance piece–the positions switch to Shar fucking Simone from behind wearing a camo bikini top, a thin black leather harness, and a thick teal, brown, and black marbled cock (you’ll have to get the movie to see that one, but trust me when I say it’s GORGEOUS).

Simone is also gorgeous in her hot pink babydoll that looks lovely against her skin, and knee-high black leather boots with impressive heels. In case you haven’t noticed I’m highlighting the lingerie, heels, and cocks that are displayed because it’s pretty much necessary in a piece called How to Fuck in High Heels.

Here we get start getting used to Shar’s almost constant stream of dirty talk, which was unexpected and somewhat annoying at first until I was used to it. She uses her dirty talk to make sure to keep her Top energy going through every moment of her scenes, helping her bottoms do exactly what she wants, and making sure her bottoms are in the right headspace, which is the mark of a truly good Top.

The next scene finds Shar back against that ladder again, looking fabulous while she gets her pink and black cock sucked by Chester Drawers and her shiny vinyl buckle-laden high heeled boots shined by two dutiful butches, busting the worn Butch Top/femme bottom stereotype easily with the way she commands them both.

We switch to Shar laying gracefully on a bed with great see-through spike heels which she promptly instructs Chester to suck, giving us a good taste of high heel worship and then feet worship while he then moves on to lick and suck her well manicured toes. Of course a movie about High Heels must include some shoe and feet worship.

This was the only part of the movie that didn’t quite jive with me. While seeing Chester sucking and licking on the heel of her shoe was mildly sexy when he moved on to the toes it dropped in sexyness. Not to say there’s anything wrong with some feet worship if you’re in to that, but it doesn’t turn me on.

Finally, we cut to Chester lying down while Shar works him up to taking her gloved hand inside of him while he continues to lick and suck her toes. Her dirty talk is continuing throughout all of this, of course, and the look in Chester’s eyes is one of submission and really a beautiful sight to see.

Our introduction to Josephine is in a brief interview clip before getting down and dirty. We meet a curly-haired pink-clad tattooed and pierced woman who is a “recent convert to the Shar Church of High Heels” and proud of it. She is passionate and enthusiastic as well as adorable and that all comes through in her scene with Shar.

They start off with some oral sex with a dental dam, showing that with enough lube dental dams can be sexy and show everything while making sex safer. They move to some combined analingus and cunnilingus, switching between the two and getting Josephine worked up to take Shar’s cock.

Shar straps on a black and white marbled Nexus, a double-ended dildo made for strap-on play, along with the still gorgeous Wonder Woman Harness and lays down so Josephine can straddle her and ride her cock. This makes it clear that Josephine is covered in glitter, matching Shar’s harness and her own pink glitter collar wonderfully.

They decide Josephine should have something a little bit bigger, and since Shar has a hot pink cock that matches Josephine’s collar that seems to be the perfect cock for her. Throughout the entire scene they swap dirty talk wonderfully, and it’s clear that they both enjoy each other quite a bit.

In the final scene the tables turn and Shar is the one taking a marbled blue and white cock from Josephine while they both wear matching silver glittery heels and Josephine is sporting a gorgeous silver glittery harness, absolutely femmetastic. Part way through the scene a rosy glow comes over them, literally, like you can see in the image above.

The image fades with the pair still fucking away, and the credits roll for both the movies. Overall Hard Love & How to Fuck in High Heels definitely met and exceeded the expectations I’ve been building of it over the past half-dozen years since I first saw it. It was cheesy (though I like cheesy), and the camera work wasn’t the best I’ve ever seen, but the connections between actors and the sexy, well, everything was enough to keep me hooked until the end.

Much thanks to Babeland for sending me Hard Love & How to Fuck in High Heels! Coming soon, Sugar High Glitter City.