BDSM Superstar Julie Simone: Painting, Dating, Spitting Sex

by JULIE SIMONE on August 27, 2012

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I went to the Painting Lounge in Brooklyn the other night. It was a dating site event, which is something I’ve never done before. The site said it was BYOB and boy was I glad!  I went to a bodega nearby and was reminded why I hate Williamsburg.  It’s the one place in NYC that reminds me of LA.

I wanted pretzels, just regular pretzels, they had 50 different kinds, all of them weird – the only normalish ones were the really thick ones and even they were “special dark”. I always feel like I’m going to break a tooth on the thick pretzels and they taste like dirt. It reminds me of all the fusion restaurants in LA. You’re not being creative and cool, you’re fucking up something that was just fine the way it was. California French fusion food is the worst of the worst.

I had a mini panic attack before entering the studio and texted a friend. I don’t do well in social situations, especially forced social situations. Plus the whole concept seems silly to me. I’m Julie Simone! People pay me large sums of money to do horrible things to them yet I can’t find someone that I can be nice to for free? I find the whole concept of on line dating and singles mixers to be humiliating and I’m not the least bit into humiliation. But I was already there so I sucked it up and went in.

 I entered The Painting Lounge. It was a little too bright. The instructor was super cute and cheery. We had to sit boy girl boy girl. We were painting  the classic The Scream which was very appropriate for me. First we traced the stencil to get the drawing on the canvas, then we followed step by step instructions on how to fill it in. I almost never paint in front of other people. I also don’t usually use an easel; I sit on the floor and paint in complete silence or I’ll have 1 song on repeat. My work is typically abstract.  I like to throw paint at the canvas, it’s very therapeutic. Since there were other people in close proximity there was no paint throwing it felt a little incomplete.

The guy sitting next to me was cool and had positive things to say about my version of the painting. Apparently I am incapable of following directions: this is probably why I’ll never have a real job. Right away I fucked up a part of the painting. I felt like I was following directions after that but my painting neither looked like the one we were supposed to be re-creating or anyone else’s. One guy made the figures in the background look like Batman and drew a Gotham City skyline which I thought was amusing and clever.

My neighbor commented that you could feel the anxiety in my version.Yep, I was mad anxious. I took a photo of my painting with my iPhone and the main figure looked female. Taking a picture with my iPhone is often a part of my creative process when I paint. It’s as if I can’t see it clearly when I look at it in front of me. When it’s small on a screen, then I can process it. It’s the same as when I photograph people. I don’t know what you look like until I take a picture. Photographing lovers or romantic interests is risky, I almost never do it anymore though I fantasize about having a lover be my muse. I remember shooting a guy I thought was super hot. Until I photographed him – then I noticed everything that was wrong with his features and it killed it for me.

I’m digressing. The figure looked female and my neighbor suggested I put a flower in it’s hair (though at the time it didn’t yet have hair). I said “why not” and made a flower. Then I took another phone pic and noticed that on the left side the lines looked like hair and so I added hair on the other side as well. The painting kind of reminds me of the alien character Roger on American Dad in drag. I like it. It’s quirky and weird and I made it my own. Still sometimes I wish I could have been like the other people who were following directions and were able to make it look more like the original. I’ll never be a sheep. Sometimes it’s good, mostly it’s a curse.

Overall I thought it was fun and is something people should do for something different and fun. I thought I was going to learn more technical things but it really is coloring in the lines with some instruction. I didn’t like the breaks where we were encouraged to mingle. For me the class felt a bit slow paced, though I noticed some people took forever to fill in their paintings. I haven’t painted all year, after doing 50+ paintings last year, it was good for me to get back to it.

Here is Screaming Roger:

If you’d like to see more of my paintings check out : Deconstructedbeautyprojekt.com/paintings.html

Afterwards I called a lover who brought me food, a bottle of wine & gave me exactly what I needed to bounce back from the trauma of the dating event experience. Purrrr. He’s a fetishist but I’m definitely the more aggressive of the two of us in bed. I got him to spit in my mouth, choke me and slap me in the face when he was on top of me which was super hot! I spit in people’s mouths all the time. No one ever spits in mine and that’s a shame! I rarely make requests in bed because (1) I hate being told what to do in bed (2) I figure if the person was into it, they’d be doing it already. This time it worked out. He didn’t do a pattycake lame tapping kind of slap, he slapped me good and hard. It was just the right level of intensity.

Mmmm. Sex is the best stress relief ever.

– Julie Simone

BDSM superstar Julie Simone is giving some glimpses into her day-to-day here on Peeperz, peep into her previous posts here.

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