Fetish: Shibari

Shibari. Kinbaku. Rope. Bondage.

Shibari originated from Hojo-jutsu, a method of restraining captives and a form of torture, before morphing into the erotic bondage Kinbaku – which literally translates to “the beauty of tight binding”.

Central to the art is creating patterns that contrast and complement the natural curves of the (traditionally female) body. The beauty lies in juxtaposition: bare skin against rough rope, strength against exposure, a sense of calm against the knife-edge of risk. More than eroticism, gender and sexual representation is the focus on connection, art, and trust intertwined with the delicate rules of submission and dominance – how much to take, how much to give.

Every Tuesday night in Sydney’s Inner West, rope tops and bottoms gather under the blanket of night as they enter the doors of Sanctuary.

Ambient lights filling the space with soft music and a heavy beat. Half naked torsos shining under the lights, suspended mid air. Tops begin to uncoil their rope, while bunnies stretch themselves in yoga poses, no doubt preparing their bodies to contort.

Each bottom somehow perfectly fitting to their top, matching in character and understanding. The top begins to bind the bottom in rope. A chest harness, hip harness or TK, enabling the suspension to be safe.

Men, muscular, tattooed, and chiseled, tying pretty girls. Sweet women, tying rough men. Feminine women, tying other feminine women, Men, tying other men.

It’s certainly sexual, intimate, and loving. But there’s not a hint of anyone doing anything unseemly.
The connection and intimacy in rope seems far greater than a sexual kind.

Some pairs gentle, others hard. An entire range of emotions that become as flexible as the material itself. An ascetic experience

The Evolution Of Cinema

We live in an era of profound technology, technology that provides us with entertainment at our fingertips. Entertainment that needs to continually amp things up to keep us happy, like we’ve built up a tolerance to movies, each time needing deeper storylines, bigger explosions and better actors to satisfy us.

It’s not only about the movie, we’ve even grown weary of the environment that we watch it in. Fear not, they have created an environmental cinematic hierarchy for our viewing pleasure – V-Max, Gold Class, 3D … the list is endless and no doubt going to advance even further – Not only do we want to sit in our reclining extra-large chairs, but we want to sip cocktails too. Popcorn and choc-tops are not enough anymore, we need to have a three course meal while watching our overtly complex, but forgettable movie.

I’ve begun to notice that I’m growing tired of this unsatisfiable lust for bigger, badder, and better – I feel this strange desire to return to the unapologetically simple.

Once a month I make a point to go out and watch a movie alone – I usually go to a local cinema in the middle of the day. It’s like my own little adventure, where I can get lost in the world of the movie.

This month however, I stumbled across Golden Age Cinema.  I saw the words “Date Night” and “Matinee”, I even saw “Cult Classics” and “Obscure Documentaries”.

Then I saw it “The Shinning” Friday the 13th of October at 9pm!

Golden Age Cinema boasted a small screen, humble chairs, popcorn, and choc-tops – simple in the way that it should be.

Stephen King, Stanley Kubrick, and Jack Nicholson! The elements couldn’t have aligned better.

So I would wait, wait for this vintage cinema, wait for this cult classic, wait to sit back and let myself fall into a world that isn’t focused on desperately trying impressing me, but knowing that what it offers is one of a kind.

I’m not attempting to promote the cinema itself, upon further research, there are several cinemas in Sydney that offer this type of viewing experience. What I am attempting to promote however is a mild return to the simpler experiences. The taste for adventure that isn’t handed to you on a silver platter.

Photo Credit Golden Age Cinema