I’m flying over Chicago heading back home to Salt Lake, writing this with a feeling of things ending, of things just beginning, and of things found after many years of hibernation. I’ve spent the weekend at Shibaricon, a conference on Japanese-style rope bondage and all things related. The experience was one I shall not soon forget, and was more welcoming than I could have dreamed.
I was late in discovering Shibaricon, having only learned of its’ existence a month earlier. I delayed in registering for economic reasons, and only 10 days earlier had made the concrete decision to travel. After making the reservations, booking the tickets and committing myself, I immediately felt an anxiety take over me. What was this I was going to? What was I looking for? What did I hope to take away? What was I getting myself into?!? (more…)
