As the glinting silver hooks pierced his quivering flesh, his face looked calm and tranquil, as if there was no separation between the man and the moment, the thought and the action, the spirit and the world.
I watched as two of my best mates were systematically hooked, laced, strung up and suspended by the flesh of their backs, swinging "Superman"-style as their angels and devils danced in the air around them. Each man had a different music, a different lighting, and a different style to their moment on the line. Both hung for quite a long time and remarked at how quick it seemed to go by. But for those of us on the ground, all we had were minutes piled upon minutes of staring in amazement at these incredibly unreal floating men. Men for whom floors and walls had no power. Men for whom the allure of the chair and couch and bed had given way to the freedom of flying, as if in a dream.
As I watched them, I planned for how I would go. My music, my departure from the world of men, my time in isolation, and my inevitable return to gravity's pull. In 2 weeks it will be my turn. I'll tell you all about it when it's time.
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I was thinking about it, and I surprised myself a bit! I have hosted 100-kid sleepovers at the Karate School, I've run tournaments, big demonstrations, seminars, and expos. I've hosted circus sideshows, bondage/fetish shows, and now a suspension party. It doesn't seem like I really did those things. In my head I don't think of myself as being that responsible or accomplished that I could do such organized events. Hm. I guess it's amazing what you can do when no one tells you that you can't. A bumblebee taught me that.
I watched as two of my best mates were systematically hooked, laced, strung up and suspended by the flesh of their backs, swinging "Superman"-style as their angels and devils danced in the air around them. Each man had a different music, a different lighting, and a different style to their moment on the line. Both hung for quite a long time and remarked at how quick it seemed to go by. But for those of us on the ground, all we had were minutes piled upon minutes of staring in amazement at these incredibly unreal floating men. Men for whom floors and walls had no power. Men for whom the allure of the chair and couch and bed had given way to the freedom of flying, as if in a dream.
As I watched them, I planned for how I would go. My music, my departure from the world of men, my time in isolation, and my inevitable return to gravity's pull. In 2 weeks it will be my turn. I'll tell you all about it when it's time.
...
I was thinking about it, and I surprised myself a bit! I have hosted 100-kid sleepovers at the Karate School, I've run tournaments, big demonstrations, seminars, and expos. I've hosted circus sideshows, bondage/fetish shows, and now a suspension party. It doesn't seem like I really did those things. In my head I don't think of myself as being that responsible or accomplished that I could do such organized events. Hm. I guess it's amazing what you can do when no one tells you that you can't. A bumblebee taught me that.
tahliana:
wow, you know what, i never knew about thatr before i came onto sg, check out sg Piper, she has done it and has pics in her pics folder. then my boy mentioned he met some people who do it and he might be doing it too... i could never, that would be mind control at its most intense. good luck! you sound really interesting, id love to meet you some day
anissa:
You are such a cool cat. You commented in my journal once then I forgot about cha til i went back a few post so, I had to request ye.
