when knot is a good thing

I have not had the chance to effuse here appropriately about Max’s bondage intensive last weekend, and I regret that.

The class was outstanding and astounding–as is Max, and his trusty assistants, Griffin and Lorelei. I was impressed with their high-caliber professionalism–a certain sedate, intelligent, and adept approach to conveying a lot of information, and helping all the students absorb and implement it.

No small feat, especially in my case–I am lousy at learning things by listening, watching makes it easier, but really, I need to do in order to learn. So the patient and capable tutelage as we practiced the knots and ties, made everything possible for me.

I have a lot to learn and will need to spend hours practicing, I can tell, and I will be attending more of Max’s workshops. But I am happy to have this foundation from which to start.

And here’s a funny little proof that I really learned something . . . Well, in the story I am currently writing I just now needed to tie a dog to a pole, and did it using one of the things that Max taught us–the taut line hitch.