Kink University Debut

Over the past several years, I’ve occasionally presented kinky educational material to live classes to share my love of the topic (mostly rope bondage) and for the first time ever, I presented a class on e-stim for Kink University.Kink University E-Stim

I’m usually not too shy appearing on camera. I jumped at the opportunity to answer questions for James Franco’s documentary “Kink” about BDSM, porn and I had a stint of personal video blogging where I confidently pointed the camera at my face and talked (and sang) about a variety of topics. If you google some key terms you might find old footage of me in front of the camera in more vulnerable situations, but presenting for Kink University felt somewhat different. The studio lights were really, really hot. It wasn’t a conversation with someone behind the camera. It was just me, my lesson plan, and a hot woman (Ingrid Mouth) smiling next to me while I dumped as much info about e-stim as I could muster onto the nameless faceless Kink University audience.

I was very nervous. I wanted to do a good job. I wanted to introduce electrical play to an audience in an interesting way, not only so they could check out the awesome movies on but also so they could learn something that might help expand (or even enhance) their own personal play.

My nerves slowly melted away as the demonstration part of the presentation began. It was way easier to talk about a topic when I was interacting with someone else, and Ingrid Mouth was a great sport, good company, and really great demo model! After all my “um’s” and “so’s” and flubs were edited out of the piece, I’m feeling good about the way things turned out. I feel like every time I teach something, I learn something more about the subject matter and how to present more effectively.



Update 2015

After working at for almost 7 years and guest directing for 2, I’ve accepted the honor of directing both and full time. I love collaborating with so many talented and creative people and look forward to all of the amazing, hot and artistic smut to come! I hope to be blogging more about my experience directing these sites, but you know how it goes… no promises.  In the mean time, I’ve gotten in the habit of tweeting my behind the scenes photos so please follow me at @iamfivestar on Twitter.

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Folsom Street Fair 2014

A week later, and I’m finally recovering from Folsom Street Fair festivities. On top of my usual smut making responsibilities, my Leather Pride Week included directing a shoot for, two rope suspension performances at Fete de Kink, attending the BondCon Awards ceremony, a performance at High Fetish (a party put on by SF Queer/Leather Happy Hour), rigging on The Upper Floor, a performance at Venus’ Playground, hanging at the Folsom booth and a great shibari lesson with Takeshi Nagaike.

My hands were pretty beat from rigging by the end of it. Though I had a hard time putting my hands in my pockets, the discomfort was a testament to the fun times and accomplishments of the week. I met new folks, got to know old acquaintances better and had a blast.

Folsom Street Fair 2014

Folsom Street Fair 2014

Update 2014

Apparently, I’m not much of a blogger these days. It’s been over a year and half since my last update. I’m still working full time at I’m still shooting a lot of video and playing with lights.  I’ve started guest directing more and have directed or rigged (bondage) for over 30 movies. The challenge is really fun and I love my coworkers.  MM takes the best BTS photos!

On top of my production work, I’ve been doing some rigging for performance and instruction. I’ve become a sort of regular rigger at Fete de Kink, a bondage themed club night. These performances have tended to be fast, furious and a lot of fun!

I also lead a class on rope bondage for the UC Davis Gender and Sexuality Commission. Originally they estimated about 20 students would attend the presentation and over 50 showed up! A bit overwhelming but such a blast to see so many people enthusiastic to learn bondage. Other milestones this year include working with a very talented group of people to make this queertastic music video:

and getting a dog.

Me and our new dog Bobby.

Me and our new dog Bobby.

As of now, I really can’t say what I’ll use this blog for in the future. I’m having a hard time really figuring it out. A lot of my old videos were deleted due to a terms of service and business model change where they were hosted at, and my old WordPress theme was kind of janky so the old post don’t really appear complete. We’re also living in a time where Facebook is a great way to keep in touch with friends and fans (if you can handle the privacy drama and the annoying adds). So, in case anyone is reading this, there may be a time where I’m updating more regularly but really, it’s all just up in the air.  Thanks for stoping by if you did and feel free to find me on the social media sites and/or drop me an email.

Update 2013

I’ve been quiet.  For the past 650 days or so, I’ve limited my social networking to Facebook, where I know most of my “friends” IRL.  I withdrew from a broader discussion and kept more to myself and a smaller circle.  Now, I’m ready to reengage.  Reengage with boundaries and a better awareness of what this medium is all about.

So, I’ve been busy.  I’ve been working full-time as a Cinematographer at  I’m currently working with a team of remarkable women who produce all of the FemDom sites for the company.  They call us “The Bitches”, Kink Bitches.


I’m thankful for this job, my crew and the opportunity (shooting 10-12 one hour movies a month) to experiment with lights and cameras.  We have fun!

Fivestar’s Cinematography Reel 2012 from Fivestar on Vimeo.

Busy with work, I’ve had limited time to work on outside projects. Of my extracurriculars, The 48 Hour Film Project should be mentioned. It started out with a small group and expanded to a crew of about 25. The Mission: Produce a movie from start to finish in 48 hours using a random genre, character and prop. We drew the genre Holiday/Travel Film and were assigned the character “Lance/Leslie Lombardo” and the prop “business card”.   Not only did we win some awards, we worked together so beautifully and everyone’s talents came together for a quirky and quality short.

A Stockholm Christmas REMASTERED from Hard Limit Productions on Vimeo.

As far as my personal life goes, I’m still trying to figure out what I’d like to share with anyone who stumbles upon this site. I will say, things are good. I’m in love with my amazing partner and am surrounded by a loving supportive community. I’m even making some progress, albiet very slow, with my family. Overall things are good.

I hope to post more regularly. Maybe a excerpt I’m particularly proud of, profound realizations ::shrug:: or anything I thing people might find of value.

Happy New Year!


A Taste of the Art of Restraint

This past weekend, I performed a self suspension piece to launch the partnership between Femina Potens and Mission Control.   The plan was for me to perform and art-bondage piece before Madison Young gave a presentation about Art in Bondage.  Unfortunately, she got sick and wasn’t able to make it, along with my chosen music.  It was all good, an amazing Mission Control volunteer supplied me with some Massive Attack from his iPod.  I will be performing at the next  Art of Restraint on April 30th.  See you there!

Self Suspension, Mission Control, Naughty Nibles, Photo: Todd Hartman

Self Suspension, Mission Control, Naughty Nibles, Photo: Stefan Knotts

Headlands Loop

I’m back on track and training for AIDS/Lifecycle 10. That’s right. It’s the 10 year anniversary and everyone is pumped. Since June, I’ve gone on some great bicycling adventures: Guerneville, bike camping from Seattle to Portland, Marin, Sawyer Camp Trail and good ol’ Twin Peaks.

Today, I went on a ride to the headlands and back, 28.6 miles. I’ll be building up from now till June. Below is a map of my route.


AIDS/Lifecycle 9: Day 7

Day 7- Ventura to LA

Day 7 started off the usual way.  I ate, packed up my tent and headed to yoga on the beach.  I approached the previous class and noticed that the instructor was slower and more calm that day.  I gazed out at the water, waiting for the class to begin.

We practiced facing the ocean.  The instructor stopped a few times to point out dolphins.  Afterward, while all the other cyclists were scrambling to get on the road, we sat on the beach, breathing.

This was it.  We were almost done… but 60 miles is no joke after riding 6 days straight.  My main driving thought was meeting Lynn at the finish line.  I rode deliberately through the ride.  Making decent time.  I took extra long at the rest stops cause… damn, I was tired.  After lunch in Malibu, I started feeling sleepy.  Oh no!  I hadn’t felt that way the whole ride.  Other people said they felt the same way.  I talked to riders with family members who followed by car with coffee drinks.  That reminded me that I had Java Juice coffee extract in my CamelBak.  I guzzled down my instant coffee and headed on the last 17 mile stretch of the ride.

Traffic heavy, this last stretch pulled us through LA and up a hill for our final destination.  I picked up a few people behind me following my pace and passing.  This is the second time this happened on the ride.  I thought it was kind of cool.  It is easy to pass other people when the person in front of you does it.  (It’s also easy to get trapped behind someone who is going slower than you and a racing line of cyclists to your left.  Bummer.)

We pulled up to a stoplight right before we approached our destination.  The cyclist in front of me started to slowly fall to her side (We all know that clip stuck in your pedal fall).  Without thinking, I reached over my handlebars and grabbed her rear rack to steady her.  She didn’t end up falling but was quite startled.  Funny how things like that can happen so close to the end.

Many people were cheering us on as we rode into the LA VA center.  I think I was most excited as I saw Lynn.  I didn’t cry but a huge scream poured out of my gut.

I parked, got my t-shirt and waited around with Lynn.  The closing ceremony was slightly anti-climactic.  They asked us all to ride around the block.  We were riding extremely slow and close to each other when and a rider in front of me tipped over and caused a domino effect, knocking down a hand full of cyclists.  That made a few people grumpy.  The closing ceremony it self had beautiful and sad moments.  I cried.  As the sun beat down on us, I wished I had a hat.

On our way out of the VA, I spent my time trying to convince Lynn to sign up for ALC 10 with me.  We were totally going to do it, but I was tired of standing in lines so we decided to sign up soon after, and we did!

I’m excited for more training and adventure to come and so happy to be a part of such an amazing event.

AIDS/Lifecycle 9: Day 6

Day 6- Santa Maria to Ventura

Photo: Jason Samia

Everything was slower on day six.  Again, I groaned a little bit while getting ready in my tent and again my neighbors asked “How’s it going Fivestar?”  I said “good, but stiff”.  It had all just hit me.  My body finally realized what was going on.  I wanted to leave early but I kept forgetting things.  I left my helmet at the port-a-pottys before walking all the way across camp to roll out at the medical tent, I left my helmet in front of the medical tent after walking all the way to bike parking.

Camp is a big place and takes time to traverse (especially in cleats).  I started hearing warning yells “camp is closing in 30 minutes”.  Tired and optimistic, I hopped on my bike and began to ride.  I was focused, thinking in segments.  “15 miles to rest stop 1.”  I didn’t really have the energy to think past that.  Then at the stop: Port-a-potty, eat, stretch, port-a-potty.

The day felt long but the scenery made it all go down easier.  For a good deal of the ride, we rode along the coast.  I took a really long break taking in the Santa Barbara beach.  It wasn’t far from an unofficial stop on the ride, Paradise Pit.  I wasn’t planning on stopping at the pit, but the signs leading up to it enticed me to stop and eat some vegan ice cream.

Woah!  What a mistake.  I reached a sugar crash about 5 miles after the cone.  I slowly and deliberately made it to the water stop.  While there, I ran into someone I knew from the group rides who had to sag due to pain from the saddle.  Ouch!  I worked hard to convince her to try, what I believe to be THE BEST SADDLE IN THE WORLD!, The Selle Ldy.  I realize now that it’s probably not good for every person and we all have different anatomy, but it was suggested to me with enthusiasm and I can’t help but suggest it with enthusiasm (though I realize it may seem pushy).

I finally made it back into camp and couldn’t think of anything else but food.  Every day up until Day 6, I’d go back to the tent, shower do laundry before eating.  Day 6, all I could think to do was eat.  So I listened to my body and ate a couple of servings of food.

I took care of the rest of my routine and ran into another training ride buddy.  She came up to me celebrating that we were almost done.  I felt her joy but at the same time was too afraid to celebrate.  We had 60 or so more miles to go and that day was hard.

Photo: Mike Casas

I rushed to get ready in time for the candle light vigil to honor those we lost to HIV/AIDS.  Everyone held a candle and stood silently in a huge circle on the beach.  People began to walk towards the waves and lay their candle in the sand letting the water kill the flame.

After this, I went to sleep, but only after using the foam rollers.

AIDS/Lifecycle 9: Day 5

Day 5- Santa Maria to Lompoc

I woke up on Day 5 kind of stiff.  I quietly moaned as I bent over to pack up my tent prompting my neighbors to ask, “How’s it going Fivestar?”  I told them I was good but sore.  They assured me that Day 5 wasn’t too bad, “It’s an easy day, 40 miles or something like that.”  They were wrong.  The route changed from last year, but even the new 67 mile route was a “short day” in the context of the ride.

The Outfits

Day 5 is Red Dress Day.  Almost everyone wears a dress, skirt or some kind of crazy costume.  I didn’t pack anything for Red Dress Day because the last time I wore a dress was for my sister’s wedding and I still needed to work through some residual trauma.  By the time Day 4 came around, I decided I’d partake in the festivities and borrow a costume.  Lucky every fag brought at least 2 different red dresses, so I borrowed someone’s extra red fringe skirt.  I wore a red bike jersey and rainbow socks.

Apparently, Red Dress Day started out as Dress Red Day.  The idea:  Everyone wears red so that the ride looks like a giant AIDS ribbon across the California highways.  Thanks to the fabulous queer sensibilities of the group, it quickly became Red Dress Day.  Many queers and straights of all genders on the ride sported a red dress.  Extra props was given to the straight men in the crowd for being good sports.  I’d also like to give props to all of us born females who wore dresses in spite of past battles with constraining gender roles.


Day 5 has been historically “the short day” on the ride, 40 or so miles ending in a big dance party.  This year, apparently, the ride lost some permits, pushing the route off course 30 miles.  It took everyone a while to get out of camp.  People needed time to get their costumes together and take group photos with their teams.  I also ended up leaving a little later than usual.

Very soon after taking off, I felt like I needed to pee. Rest Stop 1 was 18 miles into the ride so I decided to book it.  I spent the first part of the morning passing many people.  I got in a good rhythm even picked up a follower who joined me in fast riding and coordinated crowd navigation.  I felt great at Rest Stop 1.

It was a little more crowded than usual, it seemed like people were really taking their time that day.  After I took care of my rest stop routine, I heard that the rest stop would close in 30 minutes.  I hopped on my bike and carried along.

This is when I encountered the most memorable hill on the ride.  It was difficult but, as described in a previous post, glorious.  I stopped at Rest Stop 2 so grateful for all of my Twin Peaks rides sponsors and Lynn for training with me. I felt at my peak; strong, amazing, invincible.

Nothing but 40 mph headwinds could knock me down from such glory.

The Wind

It hit us from out of nowhere.  Twenty three miles to the end, we battled a mean headwind.  People were pissed, but  I totally made it through the second half of the day with the fake-it-till-you-make-it, smile-and-trick-your-brain tactic.  My efforts to proselytize other riders to my method only produced grumpy reactions.  I kept smiling.

It worked.  I rolled into camp just in time to shower and eat.  I even got to practice a bit of my variety show performance, an acoustic cover of the disco classic “Turn The Beat Around”.  Since camp news ran hour late, the variety show didn’t start till 9:30.  I was exhausted and asked myself “what the fuck are you doing?”.  Every other night on the ride I had been in bed by 9:30 and I still hadn’t rolled out.

I got on stage and I rambled a bit asking the audience to represent.  “How many cyclists are still awake?”  Surprisingly more than I had imagined.  Nervous as hell, I stumbled through the song. The audience shared their love with ease.  I didn’t beat myself up about mistakes I made in the performance and focused on the fact I even performed after 412 miles.