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The Perverted Negress.

The Only thing collared around here are the greens, y'all.

This Blog ain't for everybody....justhe SEXY people!

I have homes away from ALT, and popping the name of this blog + my name into your friendly neighborhood search engine will avail you of 'em! And be sure to find me on FetLife.

Posted:Jul 15, 2008 6:26 pm
Last Updated:Mar 23, 2009 12:42 pm

I'm about shift gears in my role at work. That means that I am moving to
"Network Only"

on more posts than I have been in the past.

Which was none!

So if you are one of the few, the proud, the reg'lar readers of my blog and you aren't in my network, please send me a request so that I may add you to the network so that you can continue to get the full Monty



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Mollena's Karma Sprinklie Box
Posted:Jan 28, 2008 12:31 am
Last Updated:Aug 7, 2008 1:06 pm
There are those days when I am feeling like I could use a sprinkling of

happy love
from the people who chill out, drive by or drop in to the SupercalifragilisticexpialidoBlog thing that I got slithering & lolling on this virtual spot.

So, this is my
Love Corner!

*fluffs pillows and binkies and positions brownies and Godiva choccies and soy chai lattes within reach*

My need for plaudits, lauds and virtual affection: Let me show you it!

Leave a note....go gimmie some kudos....write me a sizzling testimonial and then go add it to my a joke, a poem, do it every day....oh, whatever you like!

I'm easy.

But you know that.



Posted:Dec 29, 2007 10:08 pm
Last Updated:Jul 5, 2013 4:50 pm
]I am not sure I have dragged out this poor battle-worn equine carrion in 2007...

It Is Time.






*deep breath*

Once Again!!

Main Entry: dominant

Pronunciation: \-n?nt\

Function: adjective

Etymology: Middle French or Latin; Middle French, from Latin dominant-, dominans, present participle of dominari

circa 1532

1 a: commanding, controlling, or prevailing over all others (the dominant culture)
b: very important, powerful, or successful (a dominant theme) (a dominant industry)

2: overlooking and commanding from a superior position (a dominant hill)

3: of, relating to, or exerting ecological or genetic dominance

4: being the one of a pair of bodily structures that is the more effective or predominant in action (dominant eye)


Main Entry: dominate

Pronunciation: \'d-m?-?nat\

Function: verb

Inflected Form(s): dominated; dominating

Etymology: Latin dominatus, past participle of dominari, from dominus master; akin to Latin domus house more at dome


transitive verb 1: RULE control(an empire that dominated the world)

2: to exert the supreme determining or guiding influence on (the ambition that has dominated his life)

3: to overlook from a superior elevation or command because of superior height or position (a hill that dominates the town)

4 a: to be predominant in (sugar maples dominate the forest)

b: to have a commanding or preeminent place or position in (name brands dominate the market)intransitive verb1: to have or exert mastery, control, or preeminence

2: to occupy a more elevated or superior position


OK. See, it is not that big a deal in the grand scheme of things.

But if you are going to label yourself, if you are going to tell the world of ALT and, frankly, the entire INTERWEBS that you wanna be the boss of someone, it is not TOO MUCH TO ASK you to get this together.

Look at the photo I have posted here.

Look at it closely.

Go on.

Click on it.

Even GOOGLE Tries to stop you from making this mistake!!

Try it yourself!

This Googletastic autosuggest MUST be the result of the hundreds of thousands of clueless "dominates" (would be DOMINANTS!!!) fucking this shit up!!!

Seriously, this is the ocular equivalent of the aural torture of nails on a chalkboard.

GO read the following sentence aloud to your mirror:

"Hi, my name is _______________, and I am a DOMINATE!"

Does that even SOUND RIGHT to you?!!?

Then you are dumb as a bag of moist Limburger,
and you should leave my blog
right now
and never, ever come back.

I'll wait.








OK if you realized that was a horrible mistake, and are frantically looking back at your profile(s) here on ALT, on AdultFriendFinder, on Bondage, on CollarMe, and fixing your shit, there MAY be hope for you.


11 years I have been ranting about this think I'd be tired.




Long time no ALT...
Posted:Dec 11, 2010 5:34 pm
Last Updated:Jan 29, 2016 8:54 pm
Hey perverts!

Been a little bit since I've been on ALT. After leaving the employ of Penthouse life's been...full. I find FetLife to be my online perv home these days, like many of y'all probably do, too.

But I got popped upside the head with the big old stick of sentimentality and decided to poke my head in and see if any of the old school perverts were still around!


Did I miss anything?


{=} Mollena

1 comment
Posted:Mar 31, 2010 2:02 am
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2010 7:05 pm

So often one wonders how they wind up who they are. At least I do. I will be in a moment, living, thinking, doing whatever it is I’m doing and then part of my consciousness will pull back for a moment and say to the rest of my consciousness “Whoah. Really? Is this really happening? ‘Cause…well…you know. That’s pretty….wow. Just, yeah.”

A LOT has gone on since last I posted here. I know soe of y'all peep my shit over on my main blog. It can be reached utilizing the Uniform Resource Locator mollena.

I am recently back from a multi-stage trip that took me to Chicago for SINSations In Leather and then to New York for …well, for so much more than I have even been able to process. For those who are unaware, life’s been hurtling along in many ways, some good, some a bit scary…but good.

I’m no longer an employee of Penthouse Inc by way of serving as Sr. Editor for Bondage and ALT.

Officially, my position was "eliminated." In actuality, the situation is more complicated.

Yep. I'm back in the trenches.

I still have The In, I have the ear of many people on the other side of the wall. I will still be able to intervene in fuckery and bullshit...but from afar.

Thank Ganesha I’m out of debt, in a rent-controlled flat, and able to collect Unemployment Insurance. I hardly had time to soak up this life shift but I was off to Chicago and home to New York.

It is startling to return to one’s hometown a very different person yet essentially unchanged. I’ve always been weird, and sexually open and off the beaten path. Now I’m on the path to be beaten, and instead of wondering if I’m alone, I’m talking about my sex life in a bar in front of a packed wall to wall crowd, who seem happy to listen to me talk about kissing a stranger’s boots. And I was so honored to have strangers and friends alike be so receptive. How amazing to have a friend of 25+ years as well as a total stranger share with me how much they enjoyed my storytelling. What a rush.

instead of wondering if I’m alone in my desires, I’m in a room in a dance studio discussing some of the darkest forms of psychological play that there is.

Instead of feeling as though I am “less than” because I’m submissive, I’m exhorting a roomful of people to be proud of being fierce and submissive. And in turn, I have had a surprising number of people tell me that my sharing has changed their lives for the better, helped to shift their self-esteem, given them hope, made them think. This makes it worth it, to me,to push myself to keep going.

Instead of being too embarrassed to even ask if someone might want to collaborate with me, I manage to work up the nerve to put it out there that I’d like to work with people I admire and then…miracle of miracles…it manifests. I can question the sanity of walking into a stranger’s house and within several hours finding yourself masturbating on their couch as they take photo after photo of your sweaty writhings as you come for the simple reason that they asked you to do that. But it rocks.

Rather than hiding my body and my sexuality because it doesn’t fit the standards of beauty and the “norm,” I’m in a posh boutique hotel pressed between two dominant men while I have one of the fiercest orgasms in recent memory and the whole episode is captured on film by a wonderful friend and photographer for posterity.

Instead of wondering about whether or not I belong in the BDSM Kink and Leather communities, I'm serving as Ms. San Francisco Leather and, in a scant 2 weeks, running for International Ms. Leather.

Rather than feeling cast up and alone, I’m chatting with amazing wonderful sex-positive friends and comrades on a lovely sunny Sunday afternoon.

It is easy to wonder how one has gotten to the point where someone whispering horrid racial epithets in your ear before they push your face into a plate full of half-eaten Chinese food in front of a table full of people who are amused by the spectacle became something that just happens on a Thursday night.

I haven't had much sleep in the past few weeks. What I did get was an overwhelming tidal wave of love, and support, and positive energy, and validation. Whether it is from the warm hug of someone who eagerly shares their own story with me, or in the warmth and acceptance of my friend, the soon-to-be Rabbi, who earnestly explains to me that it is unlikely that my own spiritual experiences make me insane or unstable.

As I was standing on Saint Mark’s Place one night at 2:45 AM soaking in the cool night air and the frantic energy, and on my way for a slice, I saw how much has changed, and how much my deepest heart, the part of me that is open to experience and joyous, hasn’t changed.

It survives.

I survive.
Ding, Dong, the "Get Laid Guarantee" is dead.
Posted:Jan 13, 2010 4:33 pm
Last Updated:Jan 14, 2010 4:42 pm

You know love it...and I'm sure you'll be sorry to learn that, after "Reservations and Concerns" about that particular gambit and forwarding your complaints, Management will be pulling the GET LAID GUARANTEE! campaign.


It might take a while for the change to propagate across all of the servers but it should be totally gone by the next code release, and that is next Tuesday.

Indeed, despite the initial spike in traffic that made me look like I didn't know what I was talking about, there was an immediate inverse effect. SO, there you have it.

It might linger a bit because updates take for freakin' ever but it will be gone soon.
The "Get Laid" Advert and "The Numbers."
Posted:Dec 10, 2009 11:35 am
Last Updated:Dec 15, 2009 9:54 am


It sucks.

Believe me; I was more surprised than ANY of you were when it showed up, because the ad didn't fly on A F F which IS geared for hookups.

I've taken it to Management. The move was to shift the verbiage to "Get Your Fetish Serviced."

I explained why a "fetish" can't be "serviced" and clarified that this still missed the point: that it is not integral to the basic RACK / SSC tenants of BDSM to advocate casual fucking and promises that casual fucking is to be obtained here.

I thought "OK, this ad is so blatant...people won't respond."

And you know what? The numbers are in: people are signing up for it. The percentages are kind of amazing.

It is hard for me to argue with numbers.

I mean, people complain, sure. People threaten to leave.

For years.

Some of the most vocal detractors are the same people who stick around anyway, complaining but remaining. That doesn’t impress upon the Money People here that this type of campaign doesn’t "work."

ALTfolk talk about not renewing memberships, rail against the unreliable balky system, and cluck their tongues knowingly that "people are leaving."

Well, they aren’t.

I WISH I had hard numbers to say "Look, you don’t take care of the customer, they won't stick around." but people DO stick around.

It is interesting, to me, how many people complain about how shitty things are / have been / continue to be.

And I'm one of the Old Schoolers; I have, cumulatively, 12 years on ALT. I, too, have seen the wonkiness. But the illusion of the good old days is just that.

Some shit ain't gonna change. I have to suck that up.

Some stuff, Well, I do what I can.

Like explaining that, despite the fact that some people are answering this ad by putting up their Money...enough to spike enrollments...that the cumulative effect is NOT positive.
Well. I’m doing what I can. And, for that, the thanks I get is accusations of rigging the whole thing, being a tool of the man, a puppet for the "In clique” and a power-mad porn .

FYI, I only did that one scene in that one porn, so I don’t think that counts

Anyway, yeah.

Sorry for my first post in ages to be non-personal, but it kind of is.

I’ll keep you posted if there is any movement on this campaign.
Mos nogamy.
Posted:Nov 10, 2009 2:33 pm
Last Updated:Jul 5, 2013 4:50 pm
Heart monogamy is how I’ve recently come to identify my idea of my optimal relationship structure. While I know many people eschew labels and frown upon being “boxed,” I see well-placed labels as a great way for people listening to me to grab onto what I’m talking about. I can then drag them along for my own emotional version of “Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride,” but without a common launch pad, the discussion or negotiation has about as much coherency as 38 chickens trying to build a Jenga© stack.

I’m not polyamorous by the generic definition. I tend to airlock into a relationship once I’m there, and I ain’t tryin’ to let anyone else get their little umbilicus into my supply ship.

Great Ganesha…that was geeky.

But you get my point.

Now, this does not mean there isn’t room to take off on little side missions to interesting planets, party with the natives, get some fun times with alien species. But at the end of the mission, I need to have that heart-to-heart with another person who feels the same way about me.

This morning a Friend on Twitter asked me about being play poly and heart monogamous, and how that works out…how I got to the point where that was OK.

So, here is a bit about that. And here is a caveat, dear reader…this isn’t about you. This is about me. If you do it differently, that’s cool. Many people I love dearly do it VERY differently. But I am not looking to be swayed or converted or told that my way isn’t OK. I’m not looking to have yet another conversation about how awesome poly is and how flawed monogamy is. I’ve had enough people laugh at my being monogamous, try to cheese their way into my life with arguments about how monogamy is for the fearful. Yadda. Don’t go there. Please.

In brief, I’ve always been somewhat non-monogamous. My first High School sweetie and I had a third for a while in our relationship…one of my best girlfriends was involved with us for a time. Being bisexual, that was great for me and he, being 19, was in an enviable position of having a girlfriend and a playmate. The boundaries were pre-negotiated, and we were cool.

When he pretty much rolled over the boundaries, the triad was dissolved, though he and I carried on for a bit, and my relationship with my friend carried on as well, with no permanent damage. Hell, I’d known her since elementary school…I wasn’t about to let a boy fuck that up.

Thereafter I was monogamous, with occasional forays into Salacious Sluttiness until I became involved in the BDSM community. My first formal Leather relationship was a M/S household, High Protocol, and very poly. I found that was OK, actually, for a while. The workload in the house was shared, I tended to enjoy the company of the majority of the women that my Trainer brought into the fold, and I really loved watching him play from that intimate ”In The Household” vantage point.

I did NOT, however, feel valued and loved when he immediately went on a hunt for more subs the moment his relationship status dwindled to only me. I felt it would be a good time for us to recoup, bond, and then see what life brought in to the Family. He was actively recruiting. I realized that the idea of needing more than one partner was not central to my heart. That was the beginning of my end there.

Since then, I’ve had a few moments where poly has seemed feasible. Until it isn’t. I still feel, very deeply, the need to have a person with whom I share the level of focus that feeds my need. Going into a situation where a dominant has a primary / lover / slave / spouse / submissive / play partner who isn’t me precludes my becoming truly close to them. I just don’t open up in the same way.

That isn’t to say I haven’t been tempted. A few times there have been couples who I found unilaterally attractive, and my head was turned. There have been dominants who have hit That Spot and as I stood there in the aftermath, compromise of that Core need has seemed very, very tempting.

But I am fortunate enough to have my karma straight enough that those situations reveal themselves, rather quickly, to be unfeasible.

I know that I love playing with new friends, and I know that I love watching someone I care for enjoying themselves with another partner. It gives me insight into their process in a way I cannot manage when I am in scene with them. My partner watching me bottom to someone else, or knowing that I have that experience, can broaden and deepen their insight into my submission, service and masochism.

It has to be, for me, that the bond I feel with my partner provides for safe playing, for a situation in which my self-esteem is supported and nurtured. I absolutely will not put myself back into a situation where I am vying for a place in the heart of my master, owner, partner, lover, with other people.

I need mine: my master, my owner, my lover, my partner. I need the bond to have the intention of “Us-ness” and for that intention to have momentum that carries us through.

And, despite the occasional turns of the head, that is what I need to thrive.

Could that change? Sure. Life reveals itself to me in strangely beautiful ways. I am not so hubristic as to say “Never ever!” However, this is something that I know about the me that is writing this today: I need my place to be mine, not shared, not compromised, not subject to addenda, adjustment, whim and fancy.

I am Fairly Certain I am enough to keep an owner well and truly occupied.

And for those who feel that one person could never be everything to another, and therefore more people are needed…I don’t roll that way.

I don’t need you to be my everything.

I do need to be everything you want.
Ms. SF Leather 2009
Posted:Oct 19, 2009 9:52 am
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2010 7:07 pm
What with fighting another ovarian outbreak and an overwhelming rehearsal schedule a lot on my plate here at work and my insane effort to run for the title of Ms. SF Leather 2009, I have hardly been able to keep up.

I am Awed, Humbled, Thrilled, Amazed to report that, on Saturday night, a panel of judges reflecting everything I aspire to be in my service to the Leather Community saw fit to allow me the honor of serving and representing San Francisco as Ms. SF Leather 2009.

To all of the STELLAR people who ran the event, to the Judges, who had a TOUGH job, to all of the people who donated to and bid on my run basket, to all of the tech crew and running crew who worked their asses off to add another page into Leather History, to Ren for twisting my armmy most humble thanks. And thank you Queen Cougar for rocking the mic!

Thank you. Mama Sandy Reinhardt, Daddy Sal, Pam Meyer, Lamalani, Brandon Clark, thank you. I hope to live up to your votes of confidence.

To the Emeritus Titleholders who provided endless grounding energy, thank you. EACH and every one of you touched me and inspired me to be my best.

JoLizaDJyou made MAGIC!

Holla at my PWNsPatti, Persephone.Bexholy shit, we did it.

In Leather Pride
Mollena Williams
Ms. SF Leather, 2009
Rest In Peace, Marcus Hernandez.
Posted:Oct 9, 2009 12:45 pm
Last Updated:Oct 19, 2009 9:52 am
Thee are people who, by dint of their indefatigability and ubiquitousness, seem to literally be a part of the scenery of your life. The Bay Area Reporter and Marcus Henandez certainly weave bright threads in the tapestry of the Bay Area and the light shines on. Today I learned that Mr. Marcus Hernandez, longtime member and documenter of the Leather community, has passed away.

From his bio…

Celebrating his 37th year in 2007 as the leather columnist in San Francisco’s Bay Area Reporter, (Mr.) Marcus Hernandez has been covering the worldwide leather scene since October 1971. He has authored articles and published photos to Drummer Magazine, The Leather Journal, the annual IML Program, the annual Int’l. Mr. Drummer Program and many other publications. His column apoears weekly in the newspaper and it’s web site Partials of his column (mostly photos are also posted each week on

Marcus has been honored as the Outstanding Columnist in the public voting for San Francisco’s Cable Car Awards so many times, he was taken out of contention and placed in the Hall of Fame in that category.He is considered the Dean of all leather columnists.

Marcus has received numerous other awards including two Pantheon of Leather awards, the National Emerald Award and tributes from the San Francisco Board of Supervisors, the Secretary of State of California and San Francisco’s Inter-Club Fund Motorcycle Awards the latest being Lifetime Achievement Award in 2002. In 2006, he was awarded Man of the Year.

Marcus has been judging International Mr. Leather since 1980 and is now the Judge Emeritus for life on that panel. He has judged leather contests from coast to coast, in Canada and in Europe and is also the Judge Emeritus for the American Brotherhood Weekend titles. He was the Judges’ Coordinator for International Mr. Drummer for some seven years and served on the board of directors of the Mr. San Francisco Leather Contest. He also produced the Mr. SF Leather Contest in September 2005.

The former mayor of San Francisco (Willie L. Brown, Jr.) honored Marcus by proclaiming the entire month of November 2000 as Mr. Marcus Month in honor of his 31st year milestone as the leather columnist in San Francisco’s Bay Area Reporter.

Shine on, Sir.

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