Sweetest Surrender

Robert Bishop never had Sardax’s elegance but so many of Bishop’s illustrations thrill me through many viewings. Frequent enjoyment is a test of art, even fetish art.

This is one of handful of drawings that slap me aside the head on a profound level. It is the only one that makes me feel a little embarrassed.

You’ll never see me with a teddy bear (though Alexandra might use a rolled up newspaper in pet play). If I ever had one it has long since been lost in the rubbish heap of forgetfulness.

We don’t role-play with me as a little boy. Childhood has been happily discarded.

What is it about the man flinching beneath the pointed finger?

Perhaps the vulnerability. Peeling away the layers of control, surrendering the core of myself to someone I love and trust. That loss of self mystics often babble about.

Alexandra has given this to me a few times. And I don’t feel embarrassed by that, merely fulfilled.