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Roll back many weeks — my friend MindnBody approached me about doing an Energy Pull. I was excited about the prospect and accepted without any hesitation.

Our variation was simple: two needles in each back, tied off at a central point. We would pull back-to-back and improvise from there. Neither of us are small men, but I had visions of MindnBody dragging me around the scene area like a little man-doll.

We got the hooks, needles and required supplies. The date was set. SLCKink kindly agreed to handle the piercings and safety the scene while DarlingEvil was ready with the camera.

8 gauge hooks, pulling

“The Men in Kilts Herculean feats of Man Strength Energy Pull” was born and set for a Saturday play party in February.

I’ll say this…the actual piercing was the most painful part, but was not particularly bad. As with most situations where needles are involved, it’s much easier to imagine the worst. The feeling was a definite rush…seeing the hooks sticking out of my own back made me laugh.  As a test I had a few people tug on them.

The twinge was definitely there. I wondered how it would feel to have the pull of two bodies stretching my skin.

Oddly? It felt like a pull-string to focus. The further in I leaned, the deeper into a calm center I went. Pain was minimal and distant. Muscles flexed and strained as I fought to keep my position. I leaned against the pull of MindnBody’s body. Feet anchored, arms outstretched, I leaned forward — trusting and letting go.

Down deep and centered, the world frayed away as two points in my back became all that defined the passing moments. There was no pain. There was no panic or worry. There was energy passing through four hooks, straining cord and two individuals. Nothing else mattered as I floated, leaning forward in a static fall.

This is an experience I recommend to anyone. Amazing and surprisingly powerful…spiritually intense and incredibly personal. The words I’ve placed here do little to describe it.

-Tutivillus

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Cupping Breasts

(This picture makes me smile and is COMPLETELY unrelated to this post…other than it makes me smile.)

In light of Centering, I’m engaged in battle with various bits of my body and the world around it to fight off this year’s version of The Plague. I don’t have time for it. I don’t want it. I will not yield.

So I sleep, I take care of myself (as one should when faced with Plague) and attempt to quaff various concoctions whose origins lie somewhere between Witchcraft, Voodoo and Marketing.

I’m also centering around various aspects of planning. For the sake of focus I’ll stay on topic and try not to spin too far off the subjects you expect for this venue.

The two prime targets are Scenes I’m involved in as “victim”. An “energy pull” and a “suicide suspension”.

The pull is fairly easy to plan for. Get hooks, get piercing needles, get stuck and have fun. Manly displays of Herculean Feats of Strength are always good times…especially since the other victim and I will be in kilts.

No word yet on the fishnets.

The suspension is proving to be a bitch of a different name. The hooks and needles are easy. The rigging is easy. The location is easy. The knowledge is…well, that’s been some study, talking to a few of the “right people” and then simply do (hoping it’s done well). But there’s this damn piece of equipment used as a balancer. It goes from the lines coming from the needles to the rope being used in the suspension – keeping everything centered and even.

That’s hard to find. So I’ll probably have to have it made.

Planning. It keeps me busy and keeps the Plague at bay.

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