Whenever I see a photo or read a writing from another larger-bodied femme, it makes me feel so happy, and proud, and represented.
This isn't only about them and their goals. It's about our goals together.
Is there a better museum for rare and priceless experiences than words on a page? I could try to preserve all the details - how we began, how many strikes from which implements, how he moved me about the room, how taut the rope felt on my skin, and the way my thighs ached as… Continue reading The Exhibit
I wouldn't (probably) mind more rope in my life, but I come back to that question of connection.
I recently made the acquaintance of a young woman at an introductory rope event. She'd watched the instructor perform an exercise by tying a single column tie around my wrist and then spending the next two minutes wrapping the rope around me without knots. The purpose of the exercise was to allow for more free-form… Continue reading A Tale of Two Women
She wasn't prone to blushing; hardly anything really embarrassed her. But this. "So, is that a yes?" he asked without a trace of bias one way or another. It was all up to her. "I think so,..." she said. "Think so? I think it's better if you know so." She looked over at the other… Continue reading And *scene*.
I'm falling. I was laying on my back on some sort of exercise bench that was rickety and only long enough to support me from ass to shoulders. My head was hanging backward off one end, and I was struggling to find a position or some leverage that would stabilize my legs without aggravating the… Continue reading Priorities