15 May “The Lady Rigger Experience” by Tifereth
I am not a course on the bondage equivalent of a chef’s tasting menu.
I am not a box to be ticked.
I am not a carnival ride.
I am not a step on your holistic journey to the complete rope bottoming experience.
I am not an opportunity to experience beautiful feminine energy flowing through rope-chances are that’s actually a combo of spit and my sweat.
I am not a promise of transition sequences different from those you’d experience with a male-bodied rigger- they probably won’t be any different, because I think and tie with my brain and my hands not my gender identity. If you do happen to have a completely novel and transformative experience in my rope, I would prefer you attribute it to what’s in my head rather than what’s in my pants.
I am not a walking washroom sign with hands and a rope bag, but when I am propositioned for play solely on the basis of those things, that is what I am reduced to.
All that I am when I am rigging is a human being with a profound love for objectifying and sadistic rope. So please stop asking me for the Lady Rigger Experience. It doesn’t exist.