Saturday, July 18, 2015

Hello From the Holy City (Double Entendre, That)

I'm writing this post to you guys from the Holy City of Jerusalem. Home of the Temple Mount, Dome of the Rock, where Jesus lived...sacred grounds.

I am horny as all fuck.

I went to a rope munch here. It was awesome. Jerusalem is a surprisingly open city toward LGBTQ folk and others of a more kinky nature. It's not San Francisco of course—but still.
One thing I learned is how important it is to come to a new community with an open mind.

This rope munch was run differently than other rope munches I've attended. Rope was available for those who didn't have, books were on hand for those who wanted to learn, teachers were ready to lend some guidance...and the feeling of community and camaraderie was very strong.

There was no "universal safeword" here. I was kind of surprised to hear that. In my neck of the words, SAFEWORD is the word to use to get everyone's attention. (RED will also work, but will not always stop the scene immediately.)

In my community, we need this universal safeword because for the most part, people leave other people's scenes alone. We watch, we learn what we can from the peripheries; if we're invited to participate, then we get some hands-on interaction.

Not all of us will know each other. Many new people will show up once to a munch and never be seen again. Continuity is there to a certain degree, yes; but it ebbs and wanes.
We try to create safe space for people's scenes in a situation where we might not have any clue about the vast majority of scenes going on, or the people in them.

At the rope munch in Jerusalem, everyone knew each other—I was the odd kinkster out. And yet, if I had said "no I don't like that" to my partner, or "stop right now," that would have been enough to get everyone's ears perked up.

Apparently some of them had never seen a brat in action, either. This part got interesting I gotta say. When my partner started tying me, my mouth started running off, and people started glancing our way to look what was going on.

They had never watched a woman get tied up while panicky and miserable, telling her Top in great detail what a jerk he is in between bouts of giggles.

At one point my Top had me turn to face the room and let people know everything going on was consensual and in control.
(That is something I'm used to having to do.)
I was also told to keep my voice down.
(I'm used to that, too.)

I'll be back home in a few days, and then it's back to our regularly scheduled programming—and then MY NEXT BOOK RELEASE!

1 comment:

  1. Shelby, I like your Blog, and I like your Chutzpa ( I think you know the Jewish Expression.) You tell it like it is. I admire your lifestyle. Yes, the city of Jerusalem, Israel, can be religious, and also kinky. That makes us Jewish people unique. I am a SPANKO, but not into bondage.. I am also 82 years YOUNG, and still have an sound and open mind, on many things.