Rope Community

I’m a feminist. And I’m kink. I’m a kink feminist or a feminist kink, whichever you want me to be. Very early in my life I felt an urge to fight injustice when it comes to the relation between men and women. And even earlier on, I felt an urge to try whatever was different, what everybody else called weird, whatever was kink. So, let me tell you the story of how I combined these two to form a rope community.

It was during a series of protests in my college years that I met Lauren. We immediately empathized. And it wasn’t long before we fought for justice during the day and enjoyed each other at night. Nevertheless, it turned out that Lauren wasn’t the love of my life, and, after a few months, we had broken up, albeit in amiable terms. However, I didn’t want to leave her behind.

That’s when I began tying her. It didn’t matter if she was dating someone else. I could also go out with other people. The point was to keep bondage only for ourselves. We both committed to that.

I must say it was wonderful to share something so intimate as Shibari. And that’s when I thought that, if a group of women shared rope games together, that would create a stronger bond than hundreds of speeches, and hours of shouting slogans together. It might sound odd to someone who hasn’t tried Shibari. But you wouldn’t believe how strong a bond can create the experience of sharing a scene together.

It’s been two years since I started the rope community. We are two dozen women who share the fight and who also share the ropes. And both things have brought us so close together, that nothing and nobody could ever set us apart.

This is my Shibari story.