Today is one of my favorite holidays - International Fisting Day! My official t-shirt has been ordered, http://goo.gl/SoJ8gk. I’m listening to the Sinead / Miley mashup, which for some reason reminds me of the act of fisting - NOT in a “wrecking ball” way but more of the “nothing compares”, “should’ve let you in” kinda way - so I am pumped and ready to celebrate in style!
I am still working on a new blog post about the state of fisting in 2013, but in the me a time you can gush over my five fingered musings from 2011 (*GASP* time flies when you’re being fisted!) below.
To really get into the fisting spirit, you can watch one of my most favorite POV videos, “Roadside Fisting”. This was documented when I made a special stop on a dirt road in Tucson, AZ on an epic and dirty cross country road trip. Gushing over paws and forearms ensue. http://www.skinvideo.com/model/16238/Maxine-Holloway
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In response to the act of fisting being considered “obscene”, and therefore censored in pornography distribution, queer porn pioneers Jizz Lee and Courtney Trouble sanctioned the first ever International Fisting Day in 2011. The creation of this monumental occasion has sparked some interesting dialogue about this five-fingered sex act. Watching the way this topic has trickled into our conversations over lunch, the internet and news sources has been fascinating. I have seen words and images of overjoyed fisting enthusiasts who are thrilled to see one of their favorite and most pleasurable activities being honored with an official day. I have enjoyed discussions with friends, co-workers, and my lover about the nuances of this intimate act. I have read some clever comments like “And I thought fist pumps were on the outs…”. And I have seen many phobic and ignorant responses about fisting like, “Disgusting”, “I had no idea…”, “Thats ruining vaginas!”, “Ew- she’s using gloves!”, and “I am so grossed out!”. To me this illustrates the disparity of knowledge about this sexual act. More specifically it shows the lack of knowledge about sexuality that does not fall within the nicely drawn lines of heteronormative acceptability. This day gives fisting something that is very important when trying to expand and improve our society’s sexual culture: visibility.
Visibility is a huge part of why queer porn exists in the first place. We are creating a platform to show who, how and why we like to fuck - showcasing alternative sexualities, body types and acts as hot and desirable. Seeing our sex lives represented in film gives us an immense sense of validation in a society that seldom does. When something is not visible it means that it is not important enough or there is something that is indecent, offensive, abhorrent, disgusting, wrong, repulsive by reason of crass disregard of moral or ethical principles. Which are all words that define obscene in the webster dictionary.
As a sex-educator and porn performer one of my goals is to work towards creating a healthier sexual culture. This includes removing stigma and shame about one’s sexuality. Labeling fisting as obscene and censoring the act in films perpetuates stigma. It continues to create a deepening divide between queer/not queer, kinky/vanilla, decent/indecent, right/wrong, which promotes a sexual climate that is full of ignorance, judgment, shame and guilt.
I believe that one of the best ways to demystify something is to share your own story. I share A LOT of myself on camera and on the internet. While much of the time I use my nipples, mouth, cunt and dirty words to tantalize and pleasure you, I also hope to be encouraging an attitude of sexual freedom, experimentation, intelligence and capability within all of you. My “hands-on” experience with fisting started last spring for a shoot for the Feminist Porn Network.
My First Time: I was working an all day shoot for Madison Young’s Feminist Porn Network. It had been a full day of on-camera masturbation, dirty stories, kinky photos, phone sex, POV sex and culminating in an epic fisting scene for the launch of Maggie’s New site FemiFist.com. I was a little nervous as I am sure that the fact that I had just fucked her into a puddle on the dining room table next to a bowl of juicy ripe peaches a few minutes prior was great motivation to get deep inside of me! Maggie treated my very first time being fisted like the pro that she is. She got me nice and aroused - utilizing the magic of the Hitachi magic wand and her dirty mouth and lots of lube. She kept in constant communication with me- went slower and faster as I asked for it. And before I knew it she had fisted me into a flurry, making me loudly gush and orgasm all around her hands and wrists. I remember feelings of fullness, awe and respect at the dance that was just performed between her fist and myself. You will be able to see the debut scene of this five finger revolution come to life here very soon.
The second time:
I was fisted as part of a Kink Academy http://vbly.us/2hna demonstration video facilitated by my babealicious porn wife, Courtney Trouble. Our porn “marriage” is based on both being badass curvy femmes who have a mutual affinity for ravaging each other while wearing high heels and lots of lipstick. Then when we are done we joyfully wipe each other’s pussy juice off our hands, go drink whiskey or tea, and talk about photography, our family, fiancé’s/boyfriends, landlords, websites and make-up. The trust and connection was there and I loved this experience. It was like being in the front row of a class on my vagina. I was in this interesting state of arousal and curiosity as I watched and took note of how my body responded. Each motion had a different result of contraction or expansion, give and take, until I had fully swallowed her whole hand. This almost scientific analysis of my body’s capability made me think of my pleasure in an entirely new way. We had basically consummated our porn marriage by putting the ring of my vagina around her fingers!
My Third time:
My partner and I are in a long distance relationship. The amount of physical time we spend together is pretty minimal. Keeping that connection and closeness while 2000 miles a part is something we constantly work on. When we were deciding to be together he said to me, “I only wanna dip my paws in you”! It was the best thing I had ever heard and that phrase solidified us. Fisting is a sexual act that encourages intimacy, patience, trust and closeness between us. The fisting process is sometimes slow. It requires both people involved to be present, engaged and connected. When he starts to fist me, every thought and worry leave my head. Any walls I have up have to be taken down. My mind and body start to pay complete attention to him and how his hand is causing me to feel. I love watching him watch my body cues: my breath quickens and slows, my eyes close then open to search hungrily for him, I restrict and expand telling him how much further and harder he can go. There is so much thought, care and cooperation involved with him filling me up completely. I am literally making room for him inside me. This is especially meaningful to me when there are long physical absences between us. He was just here visiting me last week. The last night he was here we decided that that the distance and other factors were just too hard and that we would not be together anymore. After an awkward dinner out we came home and crawled into bed. I laid there in the dark and sad hot tears streamed down my face. Despite our decision, our bodies searched for each other in the dark, my mouth was on his mouth, his fingers were in my cunt. I told him that I wanted all of him inside me. He worked his way inside me and I let him in deeper than I had before. My cunt gushed the same way that my eyes were and after I came over and over on his hand, wrist and forearm, my body did not let him go. I felt like I was holding on to him with everything that I had. Something had changed - I let him in further than I had before and he wanted to be there.
My fisting ventures have been public, private, sweet, powerful, playful, profitable, intense, awakening, bonding, dirty and filthy - but by no means have they been obscene.