Shibari Classes

Posted on: May 31st, 2012 by Liandra

I have some rope in my eager little mitts and I’m learning to rig rope on other people. I love it and it is immediately sparking fantasies about Keilyn’s skin bound tight in ropes and her at my mercy. Keilyn is in and Chloe B as well who immediately volunteered eagerly to be my rope bunny the minute she heard I was learning as she loves to get a little rope stoned. Everyone loves Shibari. So I’m having classes every Tuesday and soonish I’ll be ready to show you my skills but before that your going to see me wrapped and bound in the ropes of another and I, for one, cannot wait to be tied again.

 

Boobies

Posted on: May 30th, 2012 by Liandra 1 Comment

Now I have your attention. My friend died of breast cancer this week at the age of 36. She left behind a husband and two young children.

Check your breasts please. Early detection saves lives.

Cosmetic Surgery and Body Autonomy

Posted on: May 21st, 2012 by Liandra 4 Comments

The one thing we have total dominion over is our own bodies. We must fight for that, it is imperative to everything I believe in. This is the defining principle of freedom.

I have been thinking about and defending women’s choices with regards to their bodies for a longtime but perhaps not as even handly as I would have liked to think. I have always defend the right to abortion, the right to sex and sexuality, the right to dress without that being an accepted cultural provocation for rape and sexual assault and the right for women to moderate and adorn their bodies as they choose free of scorn, ridicule and comment from strangers about how they should be doing so. However, with this latter one, I have had my doubts about supporting the practice of cosmetic surgery because I see the influences behind the decision to have it as insidious.

I have definitely viewed cosmetic surgery as a negative symptom of the beauty propaganda that is part of female population control. I saw those who got cosmetic surgery as those who had unfortunately internalised cultural negativity about their bodies and were prepared to cut themselves up to conform to it’s deliberately unattainable demands for female body perfection. Breast augmentation was popular it was pushing a conformity towards one body type as what is sexy on a woman. Small breasts are incredibly sexy to me and so I have been saddened when women I’ve known have decided to go for augmentation. I felt rhinoplasty was often the hatred of noses of different ethnicities, rhytidectomy the hatred of older woman, the denial of their mature beauty and so on. I especially saw labiaplasty as cunt hatred. I did look down on cosmetic surgery as a solution and a choice but I have changed my opinion. Cosmetic surgery is a solution women have found to unrealistic beauty demands put on them. Popular ideals of beauty are not diverse and women are savagely critiqued for not living up to the expectation of beauty. However, women are just as heavily criticised for “faking it” also. The demand is that women work incredibly hard behind the scenes to achieve a “natural” or “real” beauty that is in fact totally constructed. This insistence that it look “natural” is so that it can be assumed to be natural in a tyrannical way and thus perpetuates the expectation. These culturally enforced “natural/real” standard of beauty for women is behind people’s repulsion to what is actually natural for women, like body hair under the arms, on the legs and on the vulva. Cosmetic surgery that is considered and critiqued as “unnatural/fake” beauty actually subverts these expectations and allows women to manipulate their bodies as they wish in defiance of a culture that wishes them to feel constantly inadequate for not living up to this UNREAListic and UNNATURAL expectations of what they should look like “naturally”. It is no different to getting a tattoo which I love adorning my body with. Looking down on cosmetic surgery as an option is looking down on women who choose it. I won’t tolerate this of myself.

I can support a person’s right to safe, legal abortion without ANY shame and I can have an abortion whilst also wanting and working towards changing circumstances (like lack of access to effective contraception methods, inadequate sex education or abstinence only sex education for teens) that bring about a high rate of unwanted pregnancies. This is perfectly logical to me and I see no contradiction. However, I had formerly felt there was a contradiction for me in supporting women’s choices for cosmetic surgery without ANY shame and also wanting to prevent the culture that creates an obsession with female beauty that makes a lot of women miserable and creates body hatred and it’s associated ailments. I can see now that cosmetic surgery relates to a woman’s body image autonomy in exactly the same way that abortion relates to a woman’s reproductive body autonomy. I can fight for women to know their vulvas, to love their vulvas and to see more of other women’s vulvas before they opt for surgery without that being a condemnation of surgery or the choice to have surgery.

So I have been noticing that many feminist producers of porn/new wave erotica/ adult movies have made the decision to exclude women who have had breast augmentation. Claiming those women are not real women. Whilst I agree that cosmetically altered women’s bodies have been overrepresented in mainstream porn, I don’t think that excluding those women, their bodies and their choices from feminist porn is any better. I believe all women’s bodies should be included and represented and none should be shunned or shamed as “fake” or “less than”. So I am opening www.LiandraDahl.com up even more to be even more inclusive of all bodies whatever shapes, sizes, colours, genders, moderations they have. Come one, come all.

Shibari me now! MUTHA FUKKAS!

Posted on: May 1st, 2012 by Liandra 9 Comments


“Can I tie you?” he asked and I readily agreed. I was on Sex Camp and he was holding these beautiful bundles of burgundy rope in his hands. This would be my first time experiencing Shibari rope bondage. I sat between his legs with my back to him and he held my body close to his before shoving me forwards and thrusting my head down between my legs. He forced my hands up behind my back and immediately my arousal tingled in my cunt and nipples. I felt the rope rough against my wrists as he bound them together behind my back. He brought the rope around my body pulling me close, pressed against him again, his breath on my neck as the rope bit into the flesh of my breasts. My tits bulged out between his bindings and people began to mill over to watch us. He trailed the end of the rope slowly and deliberately over my inner thigh as he pulled the bindings tighter around my body, tying knot after knot with a speed and skill I’ve never seen.

“Do you like the feel of rope around your neck?” he whispered in my ear and I nodded and squeaked out a “yes” I was loosing the power to vocalise as I was lost in a semi-trance of sexual arousal. I was so aroused that my surroundings vanished and it was only he and I, his hands and his rope all over me. He bound my legs together ankle to hip and then all the way to the knee, repeating this on both sides, my legs forced to be spread open. A spectator leaned forward to touch me and he stopped them “if you ever touch someone I am tying without consent it will be your last mistake my friend” he whispered and the man’s hand shrank from my vision, reprimanded, lost in the world that didn’t seem to exist to me anymore. My cunt was swollen and throbbing as he snaked the rope around my neck in a loop and plaited it deftly in front of me as a leash, a beautiful hand made leash that chaffed against my skin with a subtle pressure that implied this was a soft introduction to what he could do with me if I wished it. As he untied me that night I realised I did not want it to end as he took the last rope from my body he yanked it tight and hard across my breasts one last time “and that was me being nice” he breathed in my ear and I instantly wanted him to do the whole thing again harder, longer, more, more, more.

The next night I approached another Shibari expert and he showed me how to put him in rope cuffs and then bind them to his legs. I slapped him twice in the face. Once soft, the next a little harder. I wanted to backhand him hard and see blood on his lip, to lick it off. I wanted him to slap me back. When I had finished learning the cuffs I took the ropes and looked him in the eyes. “I want you to tie me, now.” He did, and it was possibly the most erotic thing I have done without taking off my clothes. There’s plenty of potential for it to be the most erotic thing I have done ever once I do it naked. I spent two thirds of it on the edge of orgasm without even needing to be touched directly on my cunt, or so much as a kiss exchanged.

Oh rope… where have you been all my life?