By Juliette Tang
Why is it that erotic pain sounds so much more attractive when described in a French accent? Ask Cleo Dubois, the francophonic Madame who runs The Academy of SM Arts, an informal school and sex education curriculum that offers adult workshops and seminars in the practice of BDSM. I attended a Flogging Salon at Femina Potens on Wednesday, taught by Ms.Dubois, Eve Minax, and Selena Raven, and left two hours later mildly deaf from the loud, rhythmic cacophony of leather-against-skin still echoing in my brain. It was worth it.
Rocket, the gracious volunteer who is associated with The Exiles (a local women-on-women BDSM society), was one of the stars of the night — stoically accepting a level of abuse from Cleo, Eve, and Selina that would have made most men cry. Watching Rocket being flogged, I felt the impulse to take one of Cleo’s beautiful floggers and whip my ex-boyfriend with it repeatedly. But, the fact Rocket was a consenting adult and obviously fine with the flogging took the fun out of my revenge fantasy. Also, in the “Flogging 101” handout that Mme Dubois distributed at the beginning of the class, the rules explicitly say, however, that flogging is “NEVER IN ANGER” (all caps) “or REVENGE!” And when a woman brandishing an enormous leather flogger talks, you listen.
Mme Dubois describes flogging as “an element of a fantasy… A flogging can be purely for sensations and accompanying tension release it brings. Or it can be a ritual of fire leading to catharsis.” As with most things, there is a correct way to flog (“spins, hit & drag, figure 8 and variations”) and an incorrect way to flog (anything else). During the Flogging Salon, I got a flogging lesson, a lesson on couples’ communication, an anatomy lesson (also hit the fleshy parts of the body, and never anywhere bony or jointed), and even learned a few tidbits about chakras and energy. I’m not going to give all the secrets away, so to learn more, check out the Academy of SM Arts, which hosts frequent workshops at The Citadel. The pictures, I believe, speak for themselves.
When I left Femina Potens, the girls were still flogging away. You could hear the leather cracking away from the street outside, and a few curious pedestrians milling about Castro Street peered through the curtained windows confusedly. While I don’t particularly feel the urge to flog anyone (or be flogged), I can honestly say now that I’m not opposed to the idea. In their Salon, Cleo, Eve, and Selina helped demystify the process of erotic flogging, explaining that in this age of sexual relativity and multiplicity, flogging is just another option in the all-you-can-eat sexual buffet.