So at the urging of err hmmm…certain people, I have resurrected the old erotic fiction site, and got most of the material back up. There’s an “Erotic Fiction” link on the left. This blog also has a domain now Gordonsdrysin.com which will host a permanent link to the Protocols and some other resources as well as the fiction. I’m probably going to float some of it to Literotica, but I don’t think that Roncevalles belongs there.

The only thing I don’t have is the 1928 Chapter 1 story. It once existed, got killed on my PC because it was composed at a bad time before I backed up to the Lee server, and is not in the Wayback Machine because it was never linked to a top level site. That’s a shame, because I think that the Laura Roth/1938 stories were pretentious and amateurish for several reasons, though they were the first time I let any real brutality emerge in my writing. 1928 was an effort to try the same project, but without the pretention of writing from a female POV, and with a bit more honesty and clarity. But fate seems to have decided it is not to be. If anyone happens to have cached it, I’d be grateful, but I don’t expect so, it wasn’t up for long.

Except for Cocktail Date, I feel awkward showing most of the old work, but there is still a lot I like about the Laura Roth story, so, I’m going to let it stand as a monument to my youth.

The other more recent story is undergoing final revision which consists of getting someone I respect to tell me it’s not pathetic. After that likely it will appear here.

Dark Odyssey – Shibari Workshop

It’s time to start backtracking through the notes I made on Workshops at Dark Odyssey, or it’s going to be time for Camp Crucible, and I’ll just be hopelessly behind.

So I‘ve already mentioned that the first workshop I attended at DO was the ropework introduction taught by Shibari Warrior. He’s a decent guy. I’d expected somebody who looked like Bruce Lee but he’s a pretty average looking Caucasian guy who doesn’t even look much like David Carradine in makeup. All practicality.

And he had a couple of pretty good practical hints I got, before I ditched due to my minimal interest in tying up another guy I didn’t know well.

For those joining this program already in progress, a refresher:

I audited the Shibari class, because honestly my ropework is not that great. I’d hoped to pick up a lot of teaching on rope. This was my one bit of moral cowardice. I went through the first half, but then they wanted people to pair up. S. wasn’t onsite yet, and I just didn’t feel like practicing ropework with a guy. I know, I know, I’m homophobic. Sorry, it’s some sort of bizarre aesthetic. I think I’d feel more comfortable sucking a guy’s cock than fumbling through ropework I don’t do well with a guy I didn’t know. Probably vanity.

Maybe I have an inferiority complex over my ropework. I visualize that I’ll have some girl tied up and this huge Japanese cross between a Sumo Wrestler and “The Big Unit” is going to come up to me with a rope and growl. “Your shibari is no good!” like in a bad kung-fu movie. In the worst versions of this vision his mouth appears to be moving in a way that doesn’t match his words. Seriously I’ve mostly dealt in just making women hold still. There is something deeply satisfying to me about a woman who is restrained because she is obeying your will. That said, tying up has it’s place, and you can’t do everything with chain.

So a couple of useful things to pass along.

1) People get cold from constriction. At some point I will inflict my rant on “cold weather scenes” but the bottom line is that people who are tied up get cold even more quickly than those who aren’t. So you can be fine and your sub can be freezing. Fluffy blankets. Warm playspace.

2) If you are doing ropework, you carry EMT shears. Right, we all know this. This is so that if things go pear-shaped we can cut the girl out before something bad happens, with the maximal application of bad being “she chokes to death and dies because you got a rope around her neck,” and any number of other unpleasant variations dangling underneath. These accidents don’t happen too often, but when they do, you want scissors. Rope is replaceable, your play partner is not

I can pick that up reading the internet. This is the sort of detail I actually go to classes to learn:

So our teacher pointed out that when he started out, he went to the trouble of getting a pair of black handled EMT shears. Because they look cooler than the white ones.

Now he uses white. Why? Because in a dark club in a dark bag the black handled ones stick out exactly like a camouflaged sniper in the jungle, which is to say not at all.

I additionally keep my shears in my blood kit. The blood kit (this contains needles, scalpels, mini-sharps container, etc.) is the only bag that’s not black. It’s bright red. So it’s easy to find. Also easy to tell someone else to grab “the red one.” I looked the other night and they weren’t there. Moved to the front pocket. Not a good thing.

He also talked about the quality of the shears. These are the shears that will cut roughly anything. He basically made the point they will cut anything once. If you use them to cut one rope they are probably fine. If you use them to cut someone out of constriction throw them away.

Also carry more than one pair (need to fix that). A certain number of them are crap and don’t work. You don’t know which so two from different manufacturers is a good idea. But he stressed, since they have short useful lifetimes, testing them is not necessarily the answer.

“Jay Wiseman may test his but cutting a penny and they will cut a penny. But I don’t know that after Jay has cut a penny with them, I’d want to rely on them to ever cut anything else.” Not me, just quoting. No offense to the redoubtable Mr. Wiseman.

Favorite other quote from the session was “Practice makes pervert” which the instructor said we could quote him on but wasn’t original.

I’d have learned more if I stayed around. I really need to work on rope. I know some people who are decent at it, but it’s just never been my specialty. Time to learn, really….