A Reality in Ropes: Emily Bingham’s Diary of a Rope Slut

I have many theories about the things that separate those of us who are kinky to our very cores—to our marrow, our DNA—from those who are not. One of these theories concerns the promise of new sex: that rush of excitement and possibility when we meet someone and have a connection, a spark, and know that it is likely to lead to something, and we suspect that something will be thrilling. Whether that thrill will last, we cannot know, but that moment of potential is magic. For people who do not have a layer of specific desires that involve more…