Having now the space of a few days past since this incredibly emotionally intense experience – I feel the urge to share some reflections on this performance for Alchemy Studio’s opening night, in Boston MA. All pictures shot graciously by BoudoirNoir. The bottom is Biscuit Witch.
Free form
We start with the neck. In the days before I was who I am now, there was a man. Older (as they all are) and knowledgeable in bondage (which few are). He lives in me now, in my head, standing over as I tie. “Always start with the hands, or if you want to be good, the neck.”
I want to be good. Steady. Pulling you up with a puppet string to the sky, kneeling so lovely under the heavy gazes of so many eyes. I think at least half must be blinking in any given moment, so it is not so much pressure. Don’t blink, or its over. Hold your breath.
In. Out. The neck.
Your hands are busy blueing in the light. Mine draw lines. Draw straws. Draw the shortest one and you’ll have some fun. That’s what this is supposed to be after all, some kind of play. But it doesn’t feel playful. It feels real, and brutal, and mine.
Sticking my neck out.
You are asking me how much of this is real? How much a show? Fingers lacing on the back of a bruise. Your neck. My neck. You are asking me if I could take something like that? A smile. A demonstration of bruises. You are asking me how I decided what to tie? Silent gestures to the girl in the red dress. A muse. Amusing.
Bookends. A silent moment when the room stops breathing. A kiss on the cheek. We end with the neck.
boshai 