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article first appeared in Volume 2 Issue 6 of Fiesta Digest.
July 2001
This Article was submitted and written by
Mark Ramsden
Kiwi
has been a surfer, a beachbum, a hitchhiker and a biker. He
looks a bit rock ’n’ roll; long hair, denim, some
interesting tattoos and piercings. He’s good looking
enough to front a band and is a sex maniac-in the nicest possible
way.
This may
surprise some people, as he’s in a wheelchair; the result
of a biking accident that has left him with no feeling beneath
his nipples. The statistics are not good for people suffering
this sort of trauma. Four out of five paraplegics commit suicide
in the first year, some veg out in front of the television
– which is their right, of course. And some become extremely
active, which is what Kiwi has done.
He has
had to figure out a new way to do everything. In the process
he has sent his brain into overdrive- the speed of his conversation
and thought processes can be dazzling- and he has found more
ways of having sex than would ever had occur to your average
guy. He has a lot of partners, goes to a lot of clubs and
throws wild parties.
"It’s
difficult but it’s fun. There doesn’t seem to
be a middle. You’re either down or up. It’s like
that in the disabled community. People either sit on the couch
or they’re out there being mad bastards like me!"
The first
night I met Kiwi he persuaded one of the women present to
squirt her breast milk all over him. He was driving us through
Piccadilly Circus in his Merc, which has got conveniently
has tinted windows. Anything can happen inside this vehicle
and frequently does.
His house
is kitted out for action- there’s a fully working dungeon
and a specially adapted bathroom for other things. He’s
not particularly into SM, he just happens to have a dungeon
so that party perves will come and play there. "I have
a dungeon because I know it will draw naked bodies. That’s
what I get a big buzz from. I like to run my hands over flesh."
A woman
I know spent a few blissful evenings with him and was very
complimentary about his deft, dexterous hands. Conventional
intercourse is also possible by injecting Caverject powder.
This produces an erection lasting about an hour. "I can
use injections to get a hard-on. I can’t feel anything
but my body knows something is happening. I have small spasms.
Next thing I know I’m like a human vibrator. And these
vibrations go up to where I can feel it. Parts of me go into
overdrive and I blank out with ecstasy.
"these
vibrations go up to were I can feel it. Parts of me go into
overdrive and I blank out with ecstasy."
Sometimes
women have to bite my nipples to bring me back. The blackouts
can last for ten to fifteen seconds. The other person worries
sometimes. I forget about breathing. Touch wood I won’t
keel over. But as soon as I’m brought back I’m
jumping around. I’ve even head-butted people!"
Oral sex
is a particular favourite. "Only two ladies have managed
to suck my knob long and hard enough to get semen out of it.
I had a blister afterwards but it was great. I loved it! I
can’t pass semen because the muscles can’t control
it. Blokes have to pass semen roughly once a month. Mine comes
out when I piss.
If I really
wanted an orgasm I could go to the hospital and they have
a twelve thousand-pound vibrator in there. They shove it up
your arse and `whap! ` I could hit that wall. But they don’t
lend that out, unfortunately "
Assistance
is sometimes necessary with a partner as challenged as he
is. "I had sex with another lady in a chair in America.
We had to have another person in the room to say whether my
dick was in her cunt, we couldn’t feel it!"
Most of
the time he can fend for himself and, like other people on
the fetish scene, he has discovered that orgasms aren’t
the beginning and the end of sexual activity. Play can take
many forms and usually lasts considerably longer than sexual
intercourse tends to.
I remember
leaving a wild night at the Fringe at 7.15am. Kiwi’s
reaction? "You were a bit boring, mate. We went on all
day. Look at these photos." And there they were. Kiwi
and a bevy of beauties, some of them professional porn actresses.
"
My best friends are on the fetish scene because it’s
so open and honest. If you don’t like someone, you just
tell them to stop. Normal night-clubs are more aggressive.
They use you. They just want to show off. I’m very happy
in the fetish scene. I can say what I like." And he does.
It’s probably fair to say that Kiwi is unlikely to contribute
to The Guardian’s women’s page in the near future.
He is not politically correct.
"Only
two ladies have managed to suck my knob long and hard enough
to get semen out of it. I had a blister afterwards but it
was great."
But he
is extremely sensitive to what is going on in inside other
people’s heads and is prepared to talk through any problem.
When you take into consideration Kiwi’s considerable
skill with his hands and tongue, you can see why he has no
shortage of female partners.
"Before
the accident it was all down there. Now I have communication.
You can have sex with someone just by talking. I’ve
started my life all over again. I’ve had to relearn
everything. I’ve had to learn how to communicate. Now
I get on much better with people because I have to ask. I
like to do things for other people, get involved. Organise
things. Maybe that’s my Libra nature coming out. I can
get most people to lose their inhibitions. I don’t force
people to do things- I just make suggestions."
One of
these suggestions is most likely to have something to do with
a females breasts. Kiwi is most definitely a tit man. "If
they’re sat on me they’d better grab my nipples
because I’ll be grabbing theirs. If I get a nipple in
my mouth I’m in heaven. It’s handy being in a
chair. The minute they're sat on my lap they're mine."
Before
the accident he wasn’t that bothered about his own nipples,
now he has a piercing and likes a lot of play there. "
I couldn’t handle people going near my nipples, now
I have to have it. I have my tongue pierced for the other
person, hopefully it stimulates the clitoris. Mentally my
attitude has changed totally. I used to be selfish- now I
put a lot of effort into making the person happy."
He certainly
puts a lot of effort into his parties. " I have a play
room, some people call it a dungeon. It’s got a cross,
a love swing. I have a four poster bed with loads of lights
everywhere. My bathroom is fully open plan so it can be used
for water sports. It’s a social thing, a friendly event.
You treat it as your own place. You bend, you mend, you break
something, you pay for it. I learnt that from the biking community.
They’re
a bit like swingers’ parties. They don’t need
venues with loud music. They hold a party where you can play
if you wish. The only thing I require is that people come
dressed for fetish, they are expecting sex. I’ve had
a party with 28 people. There might be six people involved
in that group. Generally people get involved in little groups.
The only
rules; come in fetish clothes and ready to play; No means
no; Don’t get drunk or off your head." He is also
a regular at a number of clubs- Torture Garden, Club Rub,
The Fringe- Although he goes to these places to play, not
to pose in designer perv gear.
"
I have found that in general all the clubs that I’ve
been to have noted that we in chairs are people as well. I’ve
made so many friends, played with the majority of them and
still do. I can’t stop feeling very lucky to be a part
of the fetish scene. In the clubs I don’t really get
to move around a lot so you will generally find me positioned
in a spot that gives the best observation point viewing the
sea of bodies, wiggling, strutting and thrusting.
If I haven’t
got a tasty little morsel sitting on my lap (one of those
benefits of being in a chair, it’s some where for someone
to sit) I’m watching the fun and pleasures that others
are giving to each other. Feel free to approach me and say
hello, just don’t stop me in mid flow when I’m
sucking on a juicy pert nipple!"
"
If they’re sat on me they’d better grab my nipples
because I’ll be grabbing theirs. If I get a nipple in
my mouth I’m in heaven."
One of
his website articles describes the thrill of being carried
into one particular club in his chair by the doormen. "Cleopatra
couldn’t have made a better entrance!"
What with
his clubbing and a number of other leisure activities he has
a more active social life than most people. " I need
sponsorship for my parachute jump. I do a lot of charity work
spinal injuries, waving a bucket around. They took me skiing
so I like to put something back."
He has
abseiled down buildings, attends murder mystery parties and
a bike club. "It’s nearly five years since I’ve
been in the chair. I’m lucky. I probably get more sex
than some normal blokes. The doors that have opened up for
me, the changes that I have made for myself." Sometimes
he thinks about a more long-term commitment but it would be
hard to sacrifice the freedom he has at present.
"Jealousy
is the biggest killer in the scene. Which is another reason
I prefer to be me, not a part of a couple. But I’m ready
to share. As long as they don’t stop me doing things.
Commitment is where you’re doing everything together.
Your best interests are in the other person. Whereas sharing,
you’re into you, you indulge the other person. When
I was married you had to consider the other person first.
The English attitude is you’re seen together and then
you’re a couple. I come from New Zealand where it’s
more free and easy."
Although
some people who have spent a lot of time in hospitals develop
medical fetishes Kiwi is not of their number. He doesn’t
describe himself as a fetishist although he fits in very well
with the scene. "I like being places I can watch without
being told not to be crude." He wants to challenge the
stereotype that physically challenged people aren’t
interested on sex.
"They
are the most sexually explicit people going. Talking about
it is a big buzz. Get in a room full of people with wheelchairs
and you will never hear such filth!
I have
wheels stuck to my arse after what I can honestly say was
one of the best things that happened to me. I’m talking
about a bike accident; a very stupid one and, I guess, one
that was my fault initially: I was being towed on my bike
by a car, fell off and landed back first on the curb, resulting
in a broken back. This was five years ago. So where do I go.
What do I do? Fuck it. Just get on with it day by day.
Three
years later in hospital I bump into this pervert in a chair.
He told me about the fetishist scene."
If you
do see Kiwi in a club it is certainly advisable to watch were
you’re going. " People don’t see you in a
chair. They will walk straight onto you. I’m thirteen
stone with the chair. I’ll run over their toes. They
won’t do it again! Sometimes they apologise to me and
I caused it to happen!"
Bob Flanagan,
the American performance artist and `supermasochist` suffered
from Cystic Fibrosis and used the power of sex to alleviate
what was an extremely difficult life.
"Get
in a room full of people with wheelchairs and you will never
hear such filth! I have wheels stuck to my arse after what
I can honestly say was one of the best things that happened
to me.
He eventually
survived for decades longer than he was expected to by sending
his sex life into overdrive. He explored the extremes of SM,
piercing, body modification and public role-play years before
it was acceptable. In the process he almost certainly experienced
a fuller life than many people who have been not so challenged.
Like Kiwi,
Bob Flanagan’s strength and resilience is a testament
to the human spirit and the lengths people will go to triumph
over adversity. Which doesn’t always mean being a nice
guy, like the two aforementioned individuals. Richard 111
was another strong man who decided that disability wasn’t
going to get in the way of getting what he wanted. William
Shakespeare gave him a speech in which he delineated the options
he would pursue if fate deprived him of the power he craved.
"I’ll make my heaven in a lady’s lap."
Kiwi has
found that heaven can be in a lady’s lap, or perching
her on his own lap, or satisfying them with his tongue or
ever active fingers. " If someone offered me the choice
to walk or not I would seriously have to think about it. I’ve
done a lot more in the last five years than I did in the thirty
years before it. I’m enjoying myself so much I fell
guilty sometimes."
This Article
was submitted and written by Mark Ramsden
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