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The bus ride to Halifax from Fredericton is a long one, and mostly uneventful. The most exciting thing that happened was on the switchover in Moncton. That's where I witnessed a worker loading new luggage on the bus. As I watched, he tossed a box with a big green FRAGILE sticker into the bus. It fell off the stack and bounced back to the ground. So he picked it up and flung it back in, where it did the same thing. He dribbled the fragile box in this way for quite some time, which is making me rethink bringing my printer back with me to Ontario on the plane. Eep.
We arrived in Halifax a half hour before Midori's first workshop. Because I'd been living in Ontario and there was no way I'd be able to attend the NS workshops (HA!), my tickets had been offered up to the masses. Someone was a taker for the bondage workshop, so only one of us could attend that night. Since![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
f00dave had attended one of fd_midori's bondage workshops before, he gave me his spot. Thanks, f00!
The workshop was very popular, and had sold out quite some time before. Surprisingly enough, I wasn't the one who'd travelled the furthest. One woman had come all the way from Calgary.
Midori showed us some very simple techniques for bondage incorporating bamboo spears and strips of bedsheet. It was a lab class, so after the instruction, she told us to go experiment, and she walked around to investigate and help with problems.
Not really knowing anyone, I sat by myself. I looked around at everyone being tied up in strange and not-so-strange configurations, and decided that if I didn't start, I wouldn't get anything out of the workshop. So I tied up my own ankle with a strip of sheet, and tugged on the cloth. Oh yay. I could make my own foot move, marionette-style.
I felt incredibly lame.
But then Bob and Lisa came to my rescue. Lisa is a shy domme who wanted to learn how to tie her boyfriend up. Bob is Lisa's friend, who seems to have a lot more experience at this sort of thing. I volunteered to be their stunt bottom. So they got to practice all their tying on me, which felt no different from being the model for locks and take-downs in a kung fu or karate class.
My yoga skills came in handy, as I was soon tied up in lotus position.
When the workshop ended, I adjourned to the SheDogs' Bathhouse Bachanalia. It was my first time at a women's bathhouse, and despite the heat and humidity, I really enjoyed myself. I had a Thai massage from a real sweetheart. It didn't feel as much like a massage as it did a wrestling match, but it was fun in either case. I experienced a Violet Wand (attack of the killer Van der Graaf generator!) and didn't have much of an opinion either way. I witnessed a G-spot demo and almost drowned! I missed the fisting demo (too crowded), but sat in a hot tub and had my eyes and nose stung by the prodigious amounts of chlorine needed to keep everything hygienic. I watched lesbian soap operas in the only "cool" room (well, it had a fan). And I sat in the reading room where I looked at pretty books and was read to by two very different readers: the first was a lovely girl with hornrimmed glasses with a delicate, soft voice telling me a nasty story about "mermaids". The second was Midori in a fabulous rubber dress (how she could wear rubber in such a hot room without fainting is beyond me) reading filthy cyberpunk stories from her upcoming book Master Han's Daughter.
In total, the bathhouse experience was very relaxing and non-threatening. Although there were plenty of people there for sexual reasons, there were just as many who were there just to chill out. It was a completely different feel from the fetish night I'd attended in Toronto. People were much friendlier, and I never once felt like "fresh meat."
Mostly unrelated: I heart bull dykes.
When it was all over, I finally got my chance to sleep.zeuberwench is a most excellent host, and I slept a happy sleep.
We arrived in Halifax a half hour before Midori's first workshop. Because I'd been living in Ontario and there was no way I'd be able to attend the NS workshops (HA!), my tickets had been offered up to the masses. Someone was a taker for the bondage workshop, so only one of us could attend that night. Since
f00dave had attended one of fd_midori's bondage workshops before, he gave me his spot. Thanks, f00!The workshop was very popular, and had sold out quite some time before. Surprisingly enough, I wasn't the one who'd travelled the furthest. One woman had come all the way from Calgary.
Midori showed us some very simple techniques for bondage incorporating bamboo spears and strips of bedsheet. It was a lab class, so after the instruction, she told us to go experiment, and she walked around to investigate and help with problems.
Not really knowing anyone, I sat by myself. I looked around at everyone being tied up in strange and not-so-strange configurations, and decided that if I didn't start, I wouldn't get anything out of the workshop. So I tied up my own ankle with a strip of sheet, and tugged on the cloth. Oh yay. I could make my own foot move, marionette-style.
I felt incredibly lame.
But then Bob and Lisa came to my rescue. Lisa is a shy domme who wanted to learn how to tie her boyfriend up. Bob is Lisa's friend, who seems to have a lot more experience at this sort of thing. I volunteered to be their stunt bottom. So they got to practice all their tying on me, which felt no different from being the model for locks and take-downs in a kung fu or karate class.
My yoga skills came in handy, as I was soon tied up in lotus position.
When the workshop ended, I adjourned to the SheDogs' Bathhouse Bachanalia. It was my first time at a women's bathhouse, and despite the heat and humidity, I really enjoyed myself. I had a Thai massage from a real sweetheart. It didn't feel as much like a massage as it did a wrestling match, but it was fun in either case. I experienced a Violet Wand (attack of the killer Van der Graaf generator!) and didn't have much of an opinion either way. I witnessed a G-spot demo and almost drowned! I missed the fisting demo (too crowded), but sat in a hot tub and had my eyes and nose stung by the prodigious amounts of chlorine needed to keep everything hygienic. I watched lesbian soap operas in the only "cool" room (well, it had a fan). And I sat in the reading room where I looked at pretty books and was read to by two very different readers: the first was a lovely girl with hornrimmed glasses with a delicate, soft voice telling me a nasty story about "mermaids". The second was Midori in a fabulous rubber dress (how she could wear rubber in such a hot room without fainting is beyond me) reading filthy cyberpunk stories from her upcoming book Master Han's Daughter.
In total, the bathhouse experience was very relaxing and non-threatening. Although there were plenty of people there for sexual reasons, there were just as many who were there just to chill out. It was a completely different feel from the fetish night I'd attended in Toronto. People were much friendlier, and I never once felt like "fresh meat."
Mostly unrelated: I heart bull dykes.
When it was all over, I finally got my chance to sleep.
zeuberwench is a most excellent host, and I slept a happy sleep.
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A STORY, A PICTURE and You
Date: 2006-06-03 02:03 pm (UTC)From: (Anonymous)I happened to "drop" into your site while researching on witchcraft... (liked the informative and well organized section on the subject... did set it in my favourites). Then, I discovered the "whole" site of yours, and instantly loved it: it is fanciful, creative and funny... (will keep up spying on you)... and here is a (real) story about the wild and romantic "gone-with-wind" world of artists and models, that you may like and maybe trigger your creativity.
OK, I am... well... am a "mature" lady... and I have been an art student during my younger years, in the sixties.
Surfing internet (through NON-porno sites), I ended up into the picture of a male nude. I reckognized a well known male model who had been posing several times in figure classes I was attending when I was an art student in Rome (Italy). The picture was posted in an college type site (www.namir.it -- click on boxes, pictures and titles to navigate the site).
This model was nicknamed as "The Circumcised David", after the famous Michelangelo statue (in Florence), because he looked as the Michelangelo's model might have been, but "he" was circumcised, as contrary of the David of the statue.
The direct access to the picture is:
http://www.namir.it/GIOCONDA/noto.htm
(copy and paste the string in the URL area should it not open by clicking on it).
Note the style and quality of the picture. There is a
mood, kind of old style atmosphere, which is hardly found in today's levigated male nudes which mostly leverage on sexual physicality. It is the special mood and atomsphere of the times, I'd say, portraited into the picture which gives the major quality to the image and makes it tasteful and chaste.
Well, I am maybe rather naive, but I found emotionally intriguingand nostalgic "looking backward" through a picture to an all gone times and cultural epoche "gone with wind".
Certainly, on all above, you can express a comment or viewpoint more interesting than anybody else.
Well, in any case, thank you for sharing an... old (... but not very...) lady's nostalgia.
RosalbaKolb@hotmail.com.
Re: A STORY, A PICTURE and You
Date: 2006-06-03 02:59 pm (UTC)From:And I'm glad you enjoy my website. Drop by all you like. I appreciate visitors.
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Date: 2006-06-03 03:07 pm (UTC)From:And yes, I do have both Gtalk and ICQ, although I haven't been using my ICQ much. Gtalk is via my email address: shanmonster at gmail dot com, of course!