Shibari Blues Played for You...
In the future, when asked why I joined Instagram, I’m sure that I will say something about trying to stay current. About this being the best way to make sure I can show my art to many people. I am positive I will say tons of things. But I am starting off this account with this picture to remind myself that the sole reason I have this account is because this smoking hot woman I tied at Exxxotica A.C. didn’t have Twitter.

In the future, when asked why I joined Instagram, I’m sure that I will say something about trying to stay current. About this being the best way to make sure I can show my art to many people. I am positive I will say tons of things. But I am starting off this account with this picture to remind myself that the sole reason I have this account is because this smoking hot woman I tied at Exxxotica A.C. didn’t have Twitter.

Drive-By Rituals: That’s Good Enough For Me.

So… Let me tell you about stripey socks.

In general, I like my socks like I like my women: mostly one color. But there is one pair of thigh-high stripey rainbow socks that that I can come to accept is a sign of favor from the Rope Gods. The rope ritual socks of the Incredulous Princess Cookie Monster.

Cookie is a creature of spirit, driven by her goddess into some of the most interesting adventurers you’ve ever heard. One of the things she prepares for is rope. To her, it’s a more of an experience and a ritual than a scene. Which sometimes allows you to reach places you never knew you would. And as one of the people who without a doubt believes in the Rope Gods, I’m usually pretty free when she contacts for some rope when she happens to be in the area.

Another thing I do enjoy about Cookie is she either comes with a vision for me to interpret, or is completely open for me to feel out the shape of the tie. This day was the later, and just let my mind flow to find the tie. It’s a weird but comforting experience when your hands know what to tie before your eyes do. But I knew where the pieces of this particular tie needed to go. As the rope took a shape different from my original idea, I knew it was still the right thing to create. And Cookie was lending her energy to it all, feeling the changes in the shape, and letting her roots curl around the shifts.

In the end the rope was intense, and unique… and perfect. On top of the amazing energy, Cookie regained a level of her split she said she lost. Sometimes rope heals those who believe. Usually it’s in a mental form. Apparently this time, the Rope Gods had different plans. I’m sure the next time they have some “different plans”, they will appear with bright hair, a feisty smile, and stripey rainbow socks.

Later.

In Search Of The Art

I tie for a lot of reasons. But I started to tie for the art of it.

Before I knew that any other reason to tie might exist, I saw a person tie one night I was working, and was like “Damn, I gotta learn how to do that.” And I was willing to deal with all these folks dressing up in black latex to learn it. Little did I know what I would learn about myself. But I digress…

I have a love of the “Artistic photo” that I don’t really know how to describe without hours worth of words. But the way it makes me feel to work on one, and then see it in it’s final form… It compels me to head straight to my bunk. My second-in-command, Diamond Blue understands that artistic drive perfectly. Which is usually why we will make time in the middle of the week to take an artistic vision, and make it become reality.

Diamond likes the way my room looks when it’s transformed into a studio. She says it feels like a creature at work dwells. I don’t know about creature, But I do have to say that something primal keeps me driven on the hunt for that shot. And Diamond is the perfect companion and subject for it. She gives enough input to help, but not so much to overtake my vision, and she can hold a pose for days (Should have called her “Stone”, perhaps). Since she is also into the work, the energy is real. It’s actually a little bit of a scene while it is happening. Thus the emotions in her face as the shutter snaps are real. Which is just plain hot.

My second and I make art. And when we do, we make magic as well. I can’t wait for the next time we pull up the backdrops and get into it again. And i’m sure you cant either.

Later.

The Makings of A Holiday

I am a big fan of traditions. Is pretty amazing when we sit there, take something that happens on a particular day that we enjoy, and then make it into something that happens more often. If you think about it, holidays are just traditions that got famous enough to be done by everybody. Well, there is one tradition that I Hope remains a constant in my world. And it involves my friend Jenn

About once a year, Jenn comes down to my place. While she’s here, we go out and get a big stake in a decent bottle of wine. She is the sole reason that I have a corkscrew in my house. Then we have dinner,and talk about what happened to us in the time between our last meeting. Is a wonderful night of catching up and enjoying a friend’s company. Then, just for fun, we usually do rope and pictures.

Jenn adores rope. She also is phenomenal at modeling as well as taking pictures. When comes to photography, she’s magical no matter what side of the lens she is on. So I consider it a treat when she is willing to give my creations shape and form. Her willingness to give all she has to the creation inspires me be just a little more artistic. And through that, some of the best shots I’ve ever done become reality.

It is the time spent with a friend who understands what it takes to make art this way that makes the meeting with doing. It is the fun and memories of creating such art with such a friend that makes you long to do it again. It is that longing that drives you to make it a tradition. And it is the sharing of that longing and those memories with others that might make a holiday. The yearly get-togethers, Jenn and I might have started some thing worth doing on a global scale. Something special folks can use to turn the wheel. I know it’s special for me.

Now, only I could figure out a cool name for it…

 Later.

Starting The Season Off Right. Or: George Saves The Day.

While there are many smaller events and demos that I may do early in the year, the beginning of what I call my “busy season” is somewhere around May. This is when the big events of the year start to warm up and get everybody out and excited having fun. Usually, I start that time closer to Memorial Day. But last year, I decide to start a little early with an event called Beltane.

I didn’t know a lot of people at this event. So I was a bit worried that I wouldn’t be taken well here. But there were a few friends of mine’s there. Like Ember. She was a regular at this event and somebody that I ended up going to most of the time to talk to. As with all winter breaks, you spend time away from folks. Which meant Ember and I had some catching up to do. And as with most of my catching up, that involved rope. 

The lady has a sweet spot for inverts. She loves the ability to flip upside down kind of at well. Think of it like a circus performer: to spin and fly through the air at your control. I remember that from the last time, and spent a little bit of my off-season working on a new and better harness to allow her to do that. All we need it, was a space. But there was a lack of suspension points in the area. Luckily, we’ve made a friend named George.

George in actuality with a large tree with a couple of strong branches hanging over and nobody around. So, the couple of lucky throws, we were able to get some ropes up onto George’s strong arm, and gave Ember the gift of flight. In which, she immediately flipped upside down while squeeing.

In certain cases, how you say hi is as important as what you say. There are days when I’m a man of action. Usually, my friends are fond of the actions I take. As you can see from this picture, this was one of those days for Ember.

Later.

Fighting The Never-ending Battle With Con Drop
If you’ve been to a convention of any type, then you’ve probably heard of the infamous “con drop”. That cruddy feeling that comes along when you’ve come down from an event and, through either emotional shifts or that cold you got cause you weren’t taking care of yourself, feel like absolute shit. Usually, fighting con drop is a difficult thing. And after an event like Shibaricon, the largest rope event in the country, I’m pretty much wasted. But this time, I had a little help.
When we got home from the event, I could feel the sadness already hitting me. I had just gotten to see so many of my favorite people, and it would be another year before I saw most of them again. But the thing that connects us is our love of rope, and how we all share that passion amongst each other. Not too long before the event, my friend Hammer gifted me with a lot of his hemp. He had fallen in love with jute, and didn’t want it to not be used. I love hemp, so I was glad to give it a home. Another person who is quite fond of hemp rope is Kytten. It’s her favorite, and she is a sweetheart to tolerate my jute when we have to tie. But we both had a day off and I thought I could battle this drop with a little rope time.
The mix of the rope given in friendship, the surrender of Kytten given out of love, and the new ring I got from the event worked like a balm to soothe a lot of my sad away. Remembering the people who I missed, and enjoying the person who was with me. The ties was slow, fun, and in the end, beautiful. 
In the end, the true cure for con drop is not letting the past have too much of a hold on you. You need to enjoy memories for what they were, and not want them so much the present suffers.  And sometimes making the present as memorable as that past can help. It was good to have friends there, both physically and in through rope, to make that easier… and better.
Later

Fighting The Never-ending Battle With Con Drop

If you’ve been to a convention of any type, then you’ve probably heard of the infamous “con drop”. That cruddy feeling that comes along when you’ve come down from an event and, through either emotional shifts or that cold you got cause you weren’t taking care of yourself, feel like absolute shit. Usually, fighting con drop is a difficult thing. And after an event like Shibaricon, the largest rope event in the country, I’m pretty much wasted. But this time, I had a little help.

When we got home from the event, I could feel the sadness already hitting me. I had just gotten to see so many of my favorite people, and it would be another year before I saw most of them again. But the thing that connects us is our love of rope, and how we all share that passion amongst each other. Not too long before the event, my friend Hammer gifted me with a lot of his hemp. He had fallen in love with jute, and didn’t want it to not be used. I love hemp, so I was glad to give it a home. Another person who is quite fond of hemp rope is Kytten. It’s her favorite, and she is a sweetheart to tolerate my jute when we have to tie. But we both had a day off and I thought I could battle this drop with a little rope time.

The mix of the rope given in friendship, the surrender of Kytten given out of love, and the new ring I got from the event worked like a balm to soothe a lot of my sad away. Remembering the people who I missed, and enjoying the person who was with me. The ties was slow, fun, and in the end, beautiful. 

In the end, the true cure for con drop is not letting the past have too much of a hold on you. You need to enjoy memories for what they were, and not want them so much the present suffers.  And sometimes making the present as memorable as that past can help. It was good to have friends there, both physically and in through rope, to make that easier… and better.

Later

Rope: The Breakfast of Champions
 I was at the second GRUEPitt, which was a pretty epic event, and it was now time for our brave facilitator, Graydancer, to make all the participants yummy pancakes… in a kilt. This silliness is the perfect end to a powerful event full of controlled randomness and finding what you need, even if you weren’t sure you needed it. Well, Annie Sky and I had helped out at the event, and were starving our butts off. And while I was thinking about pancakes at that moment, Annie hand another hunger on her mind: rope. She wanted to have her pancake and eat it too… while tied up.  Now what kind of rope guy would I be if I didn’t help her get that?
After asking Gray if it was okay if I started tying while he was making breakfast (of course he was all “Hell yea!” about it) I got to tying the saucy Brit up. She is quite flexible, and capable of handling all types of interesting ties. So we tried something a bit unique.  She would need a hand to eat, but only one. An the rest of her, we could just make art in the air with.  Annie gave her all to the tie, and we got something fun, and something beautiful.
In the end we inspired some other folks to pull out some rope and get to suspending as well.  But the true test was: could she eat in that position? As Annie began to chow down on that pancake, we all smiled. She could now say that she could get suspended and eat pancakes, all with one hand tied behind her back.
Later.

Rope: The Breakfast of Champions

 I was at the second GRUEPitt, which was a pretty epic event, and it was now time for our brave facilitator, Graydancer, to make all the participants yummy pancakes… in a kilt. This silliness is the perfect end to a powerful event full of controlled randomness and finding what you need, even if you weren’t sure you needed it. Well, Annie Sky and I had helped out at the event, and were starving our butts off. And while I was thinking about pancakes at that moment, Annie hand another hunger on her mind: rope. She wanted to have her pancake and eat it too… while tied up.  Now what kind of rope guy would I be if I didn’t help her get that?

After asking Gray if it was okay if I started tying while he was making breakfast (of course he was all “Hell yea!” about it) I got to tying the saucy Brit up. She is quite flexible, and capable of handling all types of interesting ties. So we tried something a bit unique.  She would need a hand to eat, but only one. An the rest of her, we could just make art in the air with.  Annie gave her all to the tie, and we got something fun, and something beautiful.

In the end we inspired some other folks to pull out some rope and get to suspending as well.  But the true test was: could she eat in that position? As Annie began to chow down on that pancake, we all smiled. She could now say that she could get suspended and eat pancakes, all with one hand tied behind her back.

Later.

Some Housewarming Presents Are Better Than Others…
My wonderful and sexy friend Piper had just moved into a swanky new apartment. We hadn’t caught up much since I was on the road and she was handling the transition of addresses, so we hung out for breakfast and so I could get a tour of this badass place. It was very cool and fancy and all, but it was missing one thing: a hot woman and a lot of rope. Well Piper was willing to fix that oversight in short order.
It’s nice to put Piper in a situation where she can let her sexuality shine through. It’s one of her more dominant qualities. Almost every non-Rope Bomb tie, her heat drips through the ropes and deep into the lens. That hunger to moan, that willingness to give it up to the rope, to the rigger… I makes you just tie a little tighter, make the lines touch just the right spots. In the end you had a beautiful woman doing nothing short of making you wonder if you look at art or porn. With Piper, it’s usually straddling the line… in a very provocative way.
Great ties like that is the best way to christen a kinky household. And while Piper and company will have their official housewarming party this week, it’s nice to know that I got the rope cherry on that place. And what a sweet cheery it was.
 Later

Some Housewarming Presents Are Better Than Others…

My wonderful and sexy friend Piper had just moved into a swanky new apartment. We hadn’t caught up much since I was on the road and she was handling the transition of addresses, so we hung out for breakfast and so I could get a tour of this badass place. It was very cool and fancy and all, but it was missing one thing: a hot woman and a lot of rope. Well Piper was willing to fix that oversight in short order.

It’s nice to put Piper in a situation where she can let her sexuality shine through. It’s one of her more dominant qualities. Almost every non-Rope Bomb tie, her heat drips through the ropes and deep into the lens. That hunger to moan, that willingness to give it up to the rope, to the rigger… I makes you just tie a little tighter, make the lines touch just the right spots. In the end you had a beautiful woman doing nothing short of making you wonder if you look at art or porn. With Piper, it’s usually straddling the line… in a very provocative way.

Great ties like that is the best way to christen a kinky household. And while Piper and company will have their official housewarming party this week, it’s nice to know that I got the rope cherry on that place. And what a sweet cheery it was.

 Later

Waiting for Shibaricon to Return…
 Shibaricon, the largest international rope convention, inspires me in multiple ways. Sometimes that inspiration takes the form of pictures. And while most times those pics are taken after the event, on the rare occasion we shoot them while still in Chicago.  Diamond appears to always be my muse for my Shibaricon shoot. Whenever the tie takes form, it’s her beautiful form that it wants to attach herself to. So with a kimono gifted to us by Lee Harrington, off we scooted to find a place to shoot.
As a facilitator for the now legendary Ropenspace that happened at Shibaricon, I had access to the coveted “Ropenspace Headquarters“ suite.  In the corner, we found a spot facing the slowly creeping dawn. It was the last day of the event, and we were reveling in the amazing things that happened. But I was also looking forward to the next years event. A part of me was already counting down to Shibaricon 2013. With that tugging at my heart, Diamond and I crafted a tie and picture filled with longing for a date just too far away to wait comfortably for.  We will be at the next Shibaricon, just gotta hold on till then. I think I’ll tie folks up to pass the time :)
Later.

Waiting for Shibaricon to Return…

 Shibaricon, the largest international rope convention, inspires me in multiple ways. Sometimes that inspiration takes the form of pictures. And while most times those pics are taken after the event, on the rare occasion we shoot them while still in Chicago.  Diamond appears to always be my muse for my Shibaricon shoot. Whenever the tie takes form, it’s her beautiful form that it wants to attach herself to. So with a kimono gifted to us by Lee Harrington, off we scooted to find a place to shoot.

As a facilitator for the now legendary Ropenspace that happened at Shibaricon, I had access to the coveted “Ropenspace Headquarters“ suite.  In the corner, we found a spot facing the slowly creeping dawn. It was the last day of the event, and we were reveling in the amazing things that happened. But I was also looking forward to the next years event. A part of me was already counting down to Shibaricon 2013. With that tugging at my heart, Diamond and I crafted a tie and picture filled with longing for a date just too far away to wait comfortably for.  We will be at the next Shibaricon, just gotta hold on till then. I think I’ll tie folks up to pass the time :)

Later.

"Dropping Double Bombs in New York City"

The NYC RopeBombSquad unit 22402 is the first and one of the best guerilla bondage units in the world today. Many others started because they follow what we do.  One of the things we do is, well… crazy ass shit. And when it comes to doing that, we’re the best in the business.
Part of the reason we’re that nutballs is because three of the most daring members of the Squad are also it’s Co-Captains. There’s Bombergrl, who’s always “Ready to go if you are.” And then there’s Cannonball, whom I have to warn before each new weird idea that, “This will probably hurt”. We look at different ties and concepts, and see what we can bring to the Big Apple to make Lady Liberty’s jaw drop.  One of our more recent Bombs may have just did that.
The girls had been looking at pics for a single point chest suspension. It’s a bit intense for outside clandestine speedy rope, but Bombergrl wasn’t going to let that stop her. And if she was going to do it, there was no way Cannonball wasn’t going to pull it off as well.  At that point it come to the last crazy person to make a call… me. And my call was: “Fuck it, lets do a double.”
Lets talk about doing doubles. They aren’t easy on their best days, and double one-point chest suspensions are a bit daunting. Oh, did I mention the reduced time so we wouldn’t be there when the NYPD did their patrol? But this wasn’t stopping us. So I whipped into high gear and the girls gave me everything we had to get them up and tied in record time. And we scored a pretty choice picture.
 In our Squad, a fistbump is a sign of high accolade. It lets you know your Squadmates saw what you did and admired it. We earned our bumps that trip. Maybe one day when you come to NYC, you might take some time and run with the 22402 and earn yours. 
Later.

"Dropping Double Bombs in New York City"

The NYC RopeBombSquad unit 22402 is the first and one of the best guerilla bondage units in the world today. Many others started because they follow what we do.  One of the things we do is, well… crazy ass shit. And when it comes to doing that, we’re the best in the business.

Part of the reason we’re that nutballs is because three of the most daring members of the Squad are also it’s Co-Captains. There’s Bombergrl, who’s always “Ready to go if you are.” And then there’s Cannonball, whom I have to warn before each new weird idea that, “This will probably hurt”. We look at different ties and concepts, and see what we can bring to the Big Apple to make Lady Liberty’s jaw drop.  One of our more recent Bombs may have just did that.

The girls had been looking at pics for a single point chest suspension. It’s a bit intense for outside clandestine speedy rope, but Bombergrl wasn’t going to let that stop her. And if she was going to do it, there was no way Cannonball wasn’t going to pull it off as well.  At that point it come to the last crazy person to make a call… me. And my call was: “Fuck it, lets do a double.”

Lets talk about doing doubles. They aren’t easy on their best days, and double one-point chest suspensions are a bit daunting. Oh, did I mention the reduced time so we wouldn’t be there when the NYPD did their patrol? But this wasn’t stopping us. So I whipped into high gear and the girls gave me everything we had to get them up and tied in record time. And we scored a pretty choice picture.

 In our Squad, a fistbump is a sign of high accolade. It lets you know your Squadmates saw what you did and admired it. We earned our bumps that trip. Maybe one day when you come to NYC, you might take some time and run with the 22402 and earn yours. 

Later.