Exploring the other side of Philly's kinky side.
As crazy as it sounds, she says sometimes talking to the wives—and rarely, husbands—works out. Other times, as you might imagine, not so much. It’s not that far-fetched when you think about it. It’s a given that a successful dominatrix has to be cruel to be kind, in the right measure. On a purely practical physical level, responsible doms don’t just beat people with objects willy-nilly; at minimum, they study to learn how the skin reacts to being hit and to avoid accidentally critically hurting clients. They take classes on topics like temporary body modification and bondage techniques, so they don’t accidentally strangle anyone.
It’s fair to say that it’s in a dominatrix’s best interest to be concerned about her clients’ psychological health, too.
Though her services are therapeutic, Thain doesn’t go so far as to call herself a therapist. The Goddess avoids using the term “therapy” because it implies that she has earned board credentials, which she hasn’t—yet. An ex-Penn student who studied mechanical engineering and pre-med curricula, she’s considering pursuing a master’s degree in couples counseling (“that’s what everyone tells me I should do”) but worries that board certification would mean that she couldn’t incorporate kink into the practice and, well, that’s no fun.
Separating and compartmentalizing her twin passions for fetish and helping people wouldn’t make much sense since it’s kinky people she wants to help most in the first place. Besides, being upfront about her lifestyle a personal commandment. The Goddess files 1099s, she posts her pictures all over the Internet. Even her mother knows .
“I have this habit of being obsessively honest. I told her the day I got my tattoo, I told her the day I proposed to my now ex-husband. It took me two days to figure out how to say it because, I mean my mom is Vatican I Catholic,” she says. "She knows not to ask me how my workday went."
When she's not saving marriages, a typical workday for Thain includes clients who come to her for services advertised on her website: “Favorite scenes include lots of rope, clothes pins, temporary body modification, and humiliation.”
Other days, she sees her "corporate clients," businessmen who bring her their paperwork for her to review and tell them they've done a good job. Talk about a collision between reality and fantasy. "My nickname is the Mominatrix," she laughs.
A few years before my wife and I met, she made porn with her boyfriend. I was a bit upset when she told me, but the idea of seeing the hottest woman I’ve ever met—and am now married to—doing porn might be really enjoyable.
In honor of PW's "Sexy Issue," we went to one of the sexiest restaurants in town -- Varga Bar -- and got a lesson in how to make a scrumptious salad.
“It’s porn. It should be fun and humorous. You don’t have to be a complete dirty pornhound to enjoy it, and you don’t have to be a complete right-wing Christian to be against it. There’s a middle ground that a lot of people fall into.”
As she wraps her hands delicately around a teacup, Patricia explains how discomfort and insecurity snuck inside her world. “I was two different people,” she says, “I was a soccer mom with a secret life as a sex addict.”
Convicted baby slayers, lethal arsonists, cop killers and other evildoers—they all languish behind razor wire at State Correctional Institution Greene. Most people wouldn’t want to spend Valentine’s Day weekend there. But one person does.
Aside from munching edible undies, there’s nothing that brings out the goofier side of sex quite like painting on your partner’s sensitive spots. PW's got a few suggestions for that situation -- and a few others.
There are an abundance of theatrical roles that call for a young, good-looking man, and there is little doubt Evan Jonigkeit could float by on his looks alone. The characters he inhabits are typically handsome and know how to use it.
Tradition tells us to rut the day away like frantic animals on February 14. We’re prescribing edible aphrodisiacs because, believe us, we feel your pain. Goodbye emptiness, hello orgasm!
Sometimes that sex on the screen in mainstream movies isn't simulated. Here are six movies that showed us the real thing.
Whether you’re single or partnered, looking for a playmate or drowning in a pool of LGBT inertia, Valentine’s Day fun is yours for the taking this weekend. Stay home and be a Debbie Downer if you like, but don’t blame us.
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