Rope Weekly for this week is late, since I overslept this morning. I’ll get it out tonight; last night was occupied with a very pleasant scene with Alegra, which inspired the following haiku:

Cock slides past lips, teeth
pink nipples brushing my balls;
fellatio is fun.

Obviously I’m not as good a poet as a I am a rope artist, but hey, what do you expect.

Speaking of which, I’ll be having a performance piece in December’s Blue Moon Show at the Commonwealth Gallery. Anyone have any suggestions for rope that will show under blacklight?