Rope Zen – Shibaricon memories.

Today was the last day of the much anticipated 2010 Shibaricon and I’m suffering from the beginning of ‘con’ drop.  As part of easing the drop, or Shibaricon aftercare, I decided to journal some of it on the flight home.   Several of us from Atlanta were on the same flight.  All of us had tired eyes and big smiles.  Honestly, I think we were still flying on the energy build up from the first night, the meet and greet.

Shibaricon foreplay began once the program was posted on its site.  For days I studied the schedule, trying to decide which classes were ‘must sees,’ especially when they were on the same time track.   The list of presenters read like a ‘who’s who’ in the bondage community.

The presentations I attended last year were picked randomly because I was pretty much star struck, but this year, my selections were deliberate.  I’ll list the classes I attended in a later blog.

Part of the foreplay was planning my wardrobe.  Clothing was important for Shibaricon.  Together with the rope, it was a tangible reminder of my role as student and member of a special fraternity of rope artists.  I arrived in an Asian flavored jade top and longish gold skirt with comfortable but pretty sandals, mussed up red hair, and a big smile.  There were twelve to fourteen attendees from Atlanta, spouses included.  It was an amazing turnout and a testament to the growing rope talent from Atlanta.

The Hyatt laid out a lovely Asian theme buffet but I was not hungry for food.  I was hungry for other things, like meeting my online friends for the first time, Ms. Verijaa, a northern California beauty with long LONG hair and David Masterson, aka, Okienawa, teacher/performer and re-united with Tatu, David Lawrence, Mark Dv8, Michael Sol, and Charlyb.  My eyes were moving in warp speed from left to right like windshield wipers trying not to miss a thing.

I met some of the new presenters from Europe, Zamil from Germany, and Dr. Phil from France.  Due to my lack of practice in French I didn’t get a chance to talk more with Dr. Phil.  He has a certain ‘je ne sais quoi.’  All I could do was nod a lot and smile like an idiot when he spoke to me.  I promise to do a bit better next year Dr. Phil.  Then there was Zamil.  What can I say?  He turned out to be the modest rock star of the event.  Guess who got to interview him for an exclusive podcast?  More on that later.

Alas, the captain has turned on the seat belt sign.  The plane is making it’s descent into Atlanta, and reality is just fifteen minutes away.