Saturday, April 17, 2010

Sexual Abuse of Boys


FRONTLINE Presents The Dancing Boys of Afghanistan

Tuesday, April 20, 2010, at 9 P.M. ET on PBS

As the United States deepens its commitment to Afghanistan, FRONTLINE takes viewers inside the war-torn nation to reveal a disturbing practice that is once again flourishing in the country: the organized sexual abuse of adolescent boys.

In The Dancing Boys of Afghanistan, airing Tuesday, April 20, 2010, at 9 P.M. on PBS (check local listings), Afghan journalist Najibullah Quraishi (Behind Taliban Lines) returns to his native land to expose an ancient practice that has been brought back by powerful warlords, former military commanders and wealthy businessmen. Known as “bacha bazi” (literal translation: “boy play”), this illegal practice exploits street orphans and poor boys, some as young as 11, whose parents are paid to give over their sons to their new “masters.”

The men dress the boys in women’s clothes and train them to sing and dance for the entertainment of themselves and their friends. According to experts, the dancing boys are used sexually by these powerful men.

In detailed conversations with several bacha bazi masters in northern Afghanistan and with the dancing boys they own, reporter Quraishi reveals a culture where wealthy Afghan men openly exploit some of the poorest, most vulnerable members of their society.

“What was so unnerving about the men I had met was not just their lack of concern for the damage their abuse was doing to the boys,” Quraishi says. “It was also their casualness with which they operated and the pride with which they showed me their boys, their friends, their world. They clearly believed that nothing they were doing was wrong.”

Under the guise of doing a documentary on similar practices in Europe, Quraishi gained the confidence of Dastager, a former mujahideen commander and wealthy businessman whose business interests include importing autos from the Far East. With Dastager as his guide, Quraishi takes viewers inside the world of bacha bazi, where prominent men compete to own and use the boys.

“I had a boy because every commander had a partner,” says Mestary, a former senior commander who is well connected with major Afghan warlords. “Among the commanders there is competition, and if I didn’t have one, then I could not compete with them.”

“I go to every province to have happiness and pleasure with boys,” says an Afghan man known as “The German,” who acts as a bacha bazi pimp, supplying boys to the men. “Some boys are not good for dancing, and they will be used for other purposes. ... I mean for sodomy and other sexual activities.”

“It’s a disgusting practice. ... It’s a form of slavery, taking a child, keeping him. It’s a form of sexual slavery,” says Radhika Coomaraswamy, U.N. special representative for Children and Armed Conflict. “The only way to stop bacha bazi is if you prosecute the people who commit the crime, and that’s what we need, because the laws are there in the books against this practice.”
In the documentary, Quraishi interviews local police officials who insist that men who participate in bacha bazi will be arrested and punished regardless of their wealth or powerful connections. Later that day, however, Quraishi’s cameras catch two officers from the same police department attending an illegal bacha bazi party.

“Many of the people who do this work for the government,” says Nazir Alimy, who compiled a report on bacha bazi for UNICEF. “They speak out against it but are abusers themselves. ... I personally cannot mention any names because I am scared.”

Quraishi speaks with some dancing boys who fear they will be beaten or killed. “If they stray, they get killed,” says a 13-year-old dancing boy. “Sometimes fighting happens among the men who own the boys. If you don’t please them, they beat you, and people get killed.”

Quraishi also talks with the family of 15-year-old Hafiz, who reportedly was murdered after trying to escape from his master, a well-known drug baron and warlord. In Hafiz’s case, a suspect -- the policeman who supplied the gun that killed Hafiz -- was arrested and convicted. Sentenced to 16 years in prison, the officer was released after serving only a few months. Hafiz’s family says they suspect the boy’s former owner bribed local officials to win his release.

“If only these people were punished, this kind of thing wouldn’t happen,” Hafiz’s mother says. “Whoever commits these crimes doesn’t get punished. Power is power.”

The program will conclude with a detailed update of attempts to arrange the rescue of one of the dancing boys profiled in the film, an 11-year-old boy bought by Dastager from an impoverished rural family. It is a dramatic final chapter, full of new shocks and surprises, and, in the end, provides a measure of justice for the boy and his master.

Friday, April 16, 2010


Speak the unspeakable. You must say the very things you think you can not.

People will take notice.

It will take courage.

My strength is an extension of my boldness.

The more bold, direct and forthcoming I am with out shame, the further ahead I move.

What do you need to say out loud, by the light of day?

What secret needs to be revealed? Once it's known, you will be elevated.

The depths of my insecurities once broadcast, lose their power of me.

I hear so many peoples disclosures, and all without judgment.

Free yourself today.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Human Dessert Platter

I knew when I announced it that the interest would be high.

A Deviant Dining event, with a woman bound tight in ropes and pallet wrap, almost naked, laid out covered in desserts was visually appealing. Hell, she tasted decadent.

Twenty nine people arrived for dinner tonight. It was a fantastic turn out.

There was way more food than all of us combined could have been eaten for the main course .... Sushi, chicken wings, meatballs, baked chicken, quiche, four different scrumptious salads, wonton soups, chicken nuggets, ham, veggie platter, cheeses, breads, dips, 7 layer dip & chips, paninis and more.

Dessert was whipping cream, drizzled chocolate cognac sauce, fresh sliced strawberries, mini eclairs, cream puffs, red gourmet cupcakes and apple pie with caramel sauce. The temptress who was our human platter was gorgeous covered in these mouth watering tasty treats and everyone enjoyed the chance to serve themselves off of her body.

We talked for hours, the crowd was lost in conversations left right and center. After dinner many people retreated to the social area to lay back and let their food settle and others remained seated at the tables, enjoy the chance to chat with such a greatly diverse group of people.

All in all, this night was simply remarkable. Thanks to everyone who came out to have dinner with us.

Wait till you see what we have planned for next months dinner event. (Thursday May 6th) Don't miss out, it is going to be something you'll be thrilled to take part in.

**thank you to G&R for bringing me the most sweet card and a gift too - it really was most kind of you

***Extra thanks to V&S for making the drive, your presence is always welcome. I love you both.

****Donna, thanks for helping me serve up the food and for looking out for S as she was "all tied up"

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Two Wheeled Mode of Transport

I am in want. I need a bicycle.

Something to get me around my neighborhood now that Spring is really here and better weather is finally a reality.

The last time I was on a bike, to use the brakes, I just had to peddle backwards.

I have never, ever ridden a bicycle with gears.

Truth be told, I don't want to spend a ton of money on a bike either. And ideally I want to buy one second hand.

Nothing too fancy, just something cute, safe, easy to navigate and road worthy.

If I can learn to ride it well enough to feel confident, then I want to purchase a closed in carrier for the back so I can tow the baby along with me. You know one of those three wheeled contraptions that allows the little guy to motor along with me, on the ground though and not up behind me in a seat.

And I am just dorky enough that I may want a bell and a handle bar bag too. But that's for down the road.

First, I need to find a bike.

Any leads? Any ideas?

Have one you no longer want? Sell it to me? Give it to me and get it out of your house or garage, I'll pick it up even.


Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Kink Diet

It struck me the other day that I am not my usual dominant self as of late. It's been a while in fact. Don't get me wrong, I still am a Dominant with the desire to do dark things to others. However I currently lack the energy and eventual follow through necessary to pull off the big scenes that I love to create.

The images of what I would do to someone are constantly in my thoughts. I certainly do not lack imagination.

Play partners are everywhere, I need not even have to look for them as they throw themselves before me.

Implements I have in abundance, in fact an entire room full in our house. The tools to deliver a punch are all within reach.

Play space I have, 3000 sq feet of it, a dedicated playground with everything imaginable.

Perhaps I need to bottom to someone before I can put out as a Top again.

Either way, one thing is certain. My hunger for play is still there, it just seems that I have been on a kinky diet lately.

Monday, April 12, 2010

Recovery Mode

After working my ass off for this last number of days, today I plan on laying around on it and doing nothing other than relaxing.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Poker, Scotch, Cigars & Women

Friday was Jason's birthday and there was quite the celebration that took place.

After last years party I threw for him without him knowing, I wanted to do the whole surprise thing again.

He knew something was going on, but what it was, eluded him. He was a wee bit fearful and it showed. I found it amusing to watch him be antsy over my plotting and scheming.

I threw a surprise party for Jason's 39th birthday and invite some of his work buddies and another good friend of his too. The party was themed SINFUL.

Scotch, everyone attending was too bring a bottle of to share.

Cigars, bring one to smoke or some to share.

Poker, bring money and be prepared to play.

To make the evening even more exciting, I invited along four of my most lovely and provocative women friends.

The women were assigned the tasks of pouring the men drinks. Lighting their cigars. Fetching snacks for the gentlemen. Being visual eye candy. And of course keeping them stimulated with neck, arms, shoulder, scalp and chest massages.

The guys loved the attention, and they were in their zone being waited upon by women dressed to the nines in alluring evening wear.

As the evening progressed, we women undressed one another and left our outfits aside for our fine lingerie that was underneath. Kissing girls had plenty of male attention.

And of course, there was sex of the live performance variety. Sex machines, fistings, strap-on's and other unmentionable pleasures were all enjoyed by the women only. The men played poker and we were what one might call, the back drop.

Jason had quite the evening as did his friends. Some of the guys were completely overwhelmed by their friends good fortune to have a woman such as me for a partner. That I created such a party for my man and his friends was more than these men could have ever imagined for themselves.

Next year is Jason's 40th. I should start now the planning to make sure it's another memorable birthday. I love him that much.