Journal

Not long ago someone asked me why I never look people in the eye. It’s true, I don’t. Not in everyday life. Unless I’m playing with them. Then I do, because when you’re tapped directly into your own kinks, it becomes very hard to pretend. Today I had a beautiful four-hour session, centered on Chiaki Method shibari and impact play. It was wonderful. The man had never tried rope before, but something in my hogtie photos, and the way I write about kink on my blog, caught him. Hi

When the rope comes off , they begin to process something radical: the possibility of a new closeness with another man.

Some people carry their identity like a weight. Too many thoughts, too many roles to play in life, too much noise in the head. "Caring dehumanization" means giving them permission to drop all of it.

He asked to be queer art—nothing but color, rope, and flesh. I transformed him, erasing the self, leaving only vision

Men in ropes... This one was a truly remarkable subjects for sculpting. There is exquisite effort in shaping the ropes to complement the masculine form, with each line meticulously placed to trace the angles of his body. The ropes deliberately follow the natural hardness of his chest, the sharpness of his shoulders, and the deep curve of his waist, accentuating the firm muscles beneath. Every strand, pulled taut, sculpts the body emphasizing the raw beauty of muscle and bone

I’ve developed a deep visual and psychological fascination with tying men. There is a special beauty in their subtleties.