Alright folks, I’m climbing up on my (perceived-as-hypocritical) soap box to shout that doing rope to get the pretty pictures misses the goddamn point.
Hypocrisy Disclaimer: Yes, there is professional photography of my work. Yes, it’s sold as prints, is in books and has been commercialized. Sure, a lot of those published prints were from work done in a studio. Yes, I have tied for the purposes of photography.
I recently was the recipient of a rant regarding bottoms/models seeking recognition for being tied by certain people or at certain public events *coughnuitdescordescough*. I guess the whole “pics or it didn’t happen” trend hasn’t been kicked yet.
Here’s the thing though, bottoming at an event to someone well known where no one has photographic evidence of you doing so shouldn’t diminish your experience. Did you bottom at this event to share your energy with the top and the people around you, or did you do it for some minutia of fame because you want to be a unicorn. Check your ego, because you’re the type of bottom I avoid and I can see you a mile out.
I suppose you can turn around and say that I shouldn’t speak because there are plenty of photos of my work at events, with various models and porn stars of any gender, shape and size. The scary part? I’ve actually connected quite well with most of those people. Here’s the thing though, I did not tie them for those photographers. Note: The only time I have ever tied under direction (sort of) from a photographer was with Holly Randall for Morpheous’ book: Bondage Basics (because well, I suck at tying basic things – tend to overcomplicate and get carried away.)
I tie because I can get drunk on the exchange of energy between two persons. Frankly, it’s my favourite way to get drunk and I live for those moments of euphoric bliss that a partner and I can escape to.
I have a strong bond with the photographers (voyeurs, really) that I currently work with in Toronto. Why? Because they photograph what I would consider moments of energy exchange between my partner and I. It isn’t a matter of shooting a posed position, but rather capturing the existence of the aesthetic in angst and surrender. At least, that’s how it is in my world.
Finally, tying for a photo rather than for the exchange between people shows in the crap photo and the crap rope. Sterile energy is sterile energy and fancy positions aren’t going to change that.