Titillating Torment arrives to Tower District,
As Aphrodite Herself, Adorned in Fur...
Directed by J. Daniel Herring
Featuring Brooke Aiello and Terry Lewis
A Live Theatre Co. Production
October 8,9,10, and October 15,16,17 at 8pm October 11 and 17 at 2pm
The Origins of Masochism
Few fail to compare to the raw, visceral and emotional upheaval felt by both Wanda Von Dunajew and Sevarin Von Kusiemski, the pull between capturing everything one's ever wanted in the realms of ownership, possession, submission and servitude, to having one lose their inexplicable mind fearing, foreboding and counting the moments until Madame, no Mistress, it's much more degrading, Wanda chooses what if anything to do to you, and if she will leave you behind with unbridled want and abandon to reveal to those who crave such dark and dangerous games to feel completely ravaged from the inside out, from the depths of soul to the shallowest thoughts of surface cerebral contemplation.
For me it took a lot longer as with other books from author Marquis de Sade to finish this journey, just as I've found it's nearly murderous on the soul to inflict or to have one inflict such pain and suffering into the mind, body and soul of one that relishes and needs to be the canvas for pain. For most modern erotica authors, including yours truly it's a cornerstone foundation to lifestyle, literature and all aspects of philosophy that come along with the grand experience of submitting one's soul to a living, breathing Goddess, and for those of us who've found pleasure in changing roles, and who've found peace and transcendence and divinity within the blindfolds, crops, whips and so so many other devices of wicked cruel disposition, this book is an essential read into the love-hate relationship dynamic and mind fuck that embodies the exchanges between Sadists and Masochists.
For those who are knowledgeable about Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, there's no need for a formal introduction, as for those still eager to learn but still have yet to join courage with conviction I encourage you to read, and read between the lines as the decadent and artful dance of Sadism and Masochism done in equal measure of cruelty and kindness can be the paradise on this carnal earth that every man, woman and creature of the night has ever dared to dream of, and for some, W/we've even captured such a world behind the veils of modern society and contemporary living, and for those who will never know what it's like to be touched by the kiss of the whip with her cruel cackle and heels echoing around your naked body, I feel that you are the only true masochists that really exist in this world. *smiles wickedly* For as those of us who've indulged in such passions, pleasure and pain realize the only way to truly ruin a masochist is to never give them something to enjoy suffering about. To never touch, engage or lead into this mystical world of human sexuality, philosophy and healing is the truest nature of the masochist Leopold himself.
For those who've yet to read this ravishing mind game of madness with corporal punishment and nostalgic childhood memories to adorn each of the brutal pages of a man that loved to build women up to secretly despise their power freely given all the same, purchase this classic novella tonight and expand that ever growing courageous mind to finally carpe diem before regret sets in and life and time reveals it's much too late.
Venus In Furs by Leopold von Sacher-Masoch
Venus in Fur
A Progressive Rendition of The Classic Novella
In Polanski's horrifyingly masochist rendition we see a much more subdued Wanda von Dunajew which placated to a much more detached, removed and even crueler version of this character than even seen within the salacious pages of Leopold von Sacher-Masoch's book itself. We find instances where the female Goddess is amplified and foreboding of what's yet to come but there's something missing, something in the form of a vulnerable woman, at first glance, to feel calm, collected and safe in a variety of more coy and sinister ways that allude to the true strategy that is within the mind of the actor playing this role in this local retelling of the modern contemporary update in the curvaceous, melodic and commanding form of Brooke Aiello.
Where Herring's small adjustments to reveal the fragility of women in new environments, Polanski failed in comparison by being far to overwhelmed with having his very own wife Emmanuelle Seigner, who's ravishing and hypnotic but far too complacent for the role of a woman who if kept classic with the infamous character was far more engaged and ravaged by this dynamic than her version of Madame, excuse me Mistress, Wanda should ever be. Where Brooke captivates us with her cheeky responses and at times anxious laughs as she sweeps us away into being reminded just how unlucky fortune can be when an actor is pursuing her dreams and yet Murphy's Law creeps in to remind of us haunting nostalgia, we're all too swept up with the story itself to see that she has us right where she wants us, like a cat stalking a very unaware mouse who has yet to see the twinkling eyes peering from the dark corner waiting to capture it's prey.
Where sensuality from Brooke's version of Wanda turns towards a battle cry for women world and universe wide we see the glimpses of feminism, of the scales being balanced between the visceral connection that explodes with angry, passionate and frustrated Terry Lewis on stage. Where Polanski featured a very calm, quiet and even muted Thomas, Terry Lewis was able to actually make you despise him for his anger and ultimate views about women at least while in character. There's moments that I found myself gripping my hands wishing I had a crop or leather glove to slap him myself for saying such degrading things to an actor begging for a chance after a long cruel day to audition for an even crueler role and yet right them I was reminded that our beautiful vixen with sharpened feline claws was already swishing her tail and licking her fangs realizing she has us all right where she wants us.
From the power exchange dynamics to full blown mind fuck savagery that is displayed between Sadist and Masochist, although which one was which for most of the play was quite difficult to realize who was in what role, as those equally measured in such a dynamic find it nearly impossible to see where they are and where the line ends or separates the two mindsets and beings instantly shackled into this dark and decadent exchange for power, control, isolation and pain. Each time Thomas picks up the phone to remedy the situation at home with Stacy his fiancee that should've been met hours ago the Mistress within me rises up desiring to slam that phone on the ground as it was interrupting the very subtle and private nuances of a devious session at hand. Where most prenegotiate such contracts others in the roles of Sadism and Masochism find that energy to be everflowing and often times contracts are written, signed and agreed upon only after such pain and pleasure has been had. Far more controversial in the realms of this world and still controversial for those within the lifestyle modern and ancient Old World renditions who never knew that this was allowed, permitted, or even accepted.
But as I've told others when I found my very own Venus in Furs, when you meet a Goddess or a God incarnate even the strongest willed Dominant falls effortlessly to their knees.
By the end of this carnal, passionate, thrilling and salacious play we find power, control and a Queen in the form of Aphrodite herself adorned in Furs, preparing to serve up her misogynistic offering to the King of Misogyny Himself Dionysus to the Greeks, Bacchus to the Romans, and as the servants to pleasure and excess themselves the Bacchae. Where Polanski once again as a misogynist man delivered us a cruel, emotionless and unattached creature who eventually leaves him tied up as she exits the stage dancing and laughing maniacally in the rainy streets of Paris, J. Herring gives every woman, Mistress, Madame and Domina the profound validation that we've always wanted and desired for the world to understand.
That we are pushed by this world, shaped and edged into sharpness like a blade of a butcher knife we have to take our power to find balance, peace and safety among the wolves of society no matter what part of the world we find ourselves, and to see that instead of giving the masochist everything he ever wanted in this gender role swapping, headspace exchanging, mind blowing rendition of Venus in Furs, by leaving him behind validating to him that no woman is ever safe and that the lord hath smitten him and delivered him into a woman's hands, which is absolute religious bullshit that binds us all to detesting women for their natural state, which is equal to man, it challenges the modern scene, and the old world views to see what Madame's Mistresses, Women of Fur, Domina's and Sadists truly embody. The experience of love, pain, grief, sorrow and abandon with the incredible fortitude to continue moving forward when this world of men desires to tear us down.
You see as a feminist it's quite easy to be a slave, submissive, concubine, courtesan or Queen, Mistress, Madame or Domina. For those of who who've lived, eaten and breathed this lifestyle for centuries more we grasp and realize the truest ability for women's divinity on this planet is to find her equal. To relish in sharing her experiences with a being man or woman that can handle it, handle us, and all that we've endured on our travels in this universe until finally at long last our paths are reunited as One. Which is why this former Mistress and Professional Dominatrix with her loving Owner and Master in tow for this lovely rendition of the play was more than overwhelmed and overjoyed to witness the most authentic view of Sadism and Masochism on live stage that this world has possibly ever seen. From hearing the words of a voice like Marlene Dietrich, the very voice my very first Mistress Sara had, that melodically enchanted me to follow my heart and find myself completely, to then let me go to find the God and Master that I call my very own was touching to this Old World woman's heart, the deepest and darkest parts of it, ever quenching and affirming that my life path is exactly what I've always wanted it to be, adorned in Furs.
As W/we wandered back into the rain soaked night as thunder and lightening continued crashing around, I was most pleased to feel and be enticed into this ravishing play that's lighting, sound, and purrfect moments of thunderstorms as foreboding cues for the audience to hold on tight for what was to come next, this dark and stormy night was the perfect backdrop for such a nostalgia inducing play.
Before W/we part one other important mention...
A special accolade for Terry Lewis himself as I've always found in session that 98% of masochists are unable to find themselves physically aroused in public sessions on stage for prying eyes to see, that you are quite the rarity on stage or in the dark velvet underground that harbors such games for one and all to relish in and enjoy. By the end of this play we were all in collars on bent knees aching to see where Mistress Wanda would take us, to the very pits of psychological hell, and to the very paradise that every man and woman has searched for on this planet since the dawn of time.
More than cheers for this incredible play, if you had a chance to see it, what were your thoughts? As for this concubine I find it's time to worship my Sun King after relishing in such an exchange holding hands with him and feeling His power every single second of this 105 minute play.
The Scarlet Gardens is where you'll find Me,
Mistress Bella BloodLust