20 May Pain
A little while ago I was flirting with a sadist who asked me about what kind of violence that is interesting to me and how I wish to explore it. Violence and pain are for me tightly linked, both as a masochist, as a sadist...
A little while ago I was flirting with a sadist who asked me about what kind of violence that is interesting to me and how I wish to explore it. Violence and pain are for me tightly linked, both as a masochist, as a sadist...
This is an edge. A sharp edge where my fears balance between what I can or cannot control. A blank, shiny, silver edge making me think about trust and about wounds. All in very relative terms, in that way which consist of small flashes or coherrent,...
I have been thinking about femininity and rope. Or rather expressions of femininity and rope. Ginger Rogers once danced with that Fred guy and said that she does everything Fred does but backwards and in heels. When I first came out on the scene I...
Another backlog post, which was written in 2013. The discussions about performance and it’s relation to rope has started taking off, especially because of the increasing numbers of events catering to performance. In this post, I will add my own thoughts to that discussion, as well...
This is an old writing I'm republishing. Gorgone is an amazing rope artist and I will always feel honored she trusted me that evening. The smoke lingers in the kitchen like the fog of Lutzen. Nina Russ is doing her usual style of Duracell hostess. Duracell...
Written in March 2014. It is almost year ago since last Shibaricon. A year ago since I made a promise to myself and to my partners in rope. A year ago since I had the best time of my life. One of my favorite musicals...
Pumped up. Adrenaline is shooting through my body already. We are changing the plans. I’m furious, and my focus has shifted. Furious at the world, protective of you. Protective enough that I want to hurt you You sink into my ropes but I keep you unbalanced, keeping...
We have known each other for years, mainly through the spoken word scene and mutual aqaintances. I must have been 16 the first time we ran in to each other, and two summers ago he made delicious cocktails in the bar around the corner from...
He splurts when the water hits his face, a look of surprise, a look of anger and confusion. His white shirt is ripped open, showing off a ripped chest and strong muscles, but also; exposed skin, vulnerable. We all consist of flesh, skin, nerves, muscles....
We have been tying for quite some time by now. The class with Midori is about speed and flow drills, and she is indeed drilling us. We are told to pick a tie we know, but not too well, something which we can challenge ourselves...