Renée de Sans

The picture shows me sitting in Spain on a balcony with a view of palm trees and the beach in the background, wearing sunglasses and a white tank top, holding a glass of water and crossing my legs while relaxing in the sunlight.

Morning meeting with the mediterranean. 🌴✨

Lockever 🔒

Out of Touch - Oyinda
Amandine Innsensible - Sevdalisa

I am standing barefoot on a tatami mat, wearing a fitted dark sleeveless top and black underwear. My trans femme body is turned slightly to the side with one leg forward and my arms relaxed. I have a chin-length wavy bob — a classic French girl haircut — and a beard, with red nail polish on my fingers and toes. Soft natural light falls across the scene, highlighting the texture of the wall behind me.

The very fine Sophia Rose, a woman with light skin, dark shoulder-length hair and a lot of tattoos is looking right at us with one leg up stepping down on a fortunate lad who's naked and tied up.

💕 Strictly By & For Sex Workers:

This offering is specifically for us to share tips, tricks, and handy hints when engaging in rope within a session with a client. #sexwork

🔗 karada-house.de/events/rfsw/
📅 Thu July 3rd 18:00–21:00
🏡🌳 Our House
👉🏼 @sophiaroseropes.bsky.social & @caritia.bsky.social

Queer Intimacies Conference 2025: An Introduction to Thinking Traumatophilically Avgi Saketopoulou, Andrea Rimon, Georg Barkas and Caritia come together for a lecture and discussion exploring the concept of traumatophilia. Drawing from Saketopoulou’s…

From our Queer Intimacies Conference 2025 in March, Avgi Saketopoulou, Andrea Rimon, Georg Barkas, and Caritia came together to discuss traumatophilia.

Their whole session is free to watch: vimeo.com/1072151919

The picture shows me wearing a classy black dress. Sitting in tatamis in front of a minimalistic wallpaper with a soft gradient. There is text on the picture: One year on hormones. Somehow, it feels like my whole life has reshaped itself in that time. Not suddenly, but in steady waves – quiet ones, and stormy ones – moving from the inside out. I never imagined how much could change in a year, or that the most profound transformations would be the invisible ones.

The picture shows me wearing a classy black dress. Sitting in tatamis in front of a minimalistic wallpaper with a soft gradient. There is text on the picture: Yes, my body is changing. I support it – with training, care, patience, and strength. But the deepest shifts happened within. I’ve started taking care of myself – not out of duty, but compassion. I honor my boundaries. I listen to what I need. I’m not just accepting myself anymore – I’m beginning to like who I am. And for the first time, that feels real.


The picture shows me wearing a classy black dress. Sitting in tatamis in front of a minimalistic wallpaper with a soft gradient. There is text on the picture: I began this journey without a clear plan – just one small step at a time, always trying not to lose myself along the way. And now, a year later, I’m amazed. At how much has grown, how much has cleared. At the quiet paths that opened the moment I began to trust myself. I share this not as some grand narrative, but as a possibility. Because in a time when trans identities are politicized, questioned, and erased, taking up space – and holding it – is an act of resistance. One without apology. One without permission.

The picture shows me wearing a classy black dress. Sitting in tatamis in front of a minimalistic wallpaper with a soft gradient. There is text on the picture: We can’t wait for society to make room for us. That moment may never come. We have to claim that space ourselves – for our well-being, for our right to simply be. And maybe, in doing so, we make it a little easier for someone else. Every transition is different. But they all hold the power to bring us home to ourselves. And that changes everything.

I am reflecting on my first anniversary in transitioning with hormones.

Karada House is trans. There’s barely a cis person among us. Here’s our not-so-short response to the cooked fuckery out of the UK this week: On Wednesday April 16th, the UK Supreme Court decided that trans women are not women. This ruling is part of an unbroken multi-decade attack going back to 1970s second-wave feminism, specifically against trans women and girls. It also rules against trans men and boys, and against non-binary people, as well defining who is a lesbian. It is part of a heteronormative agenda which includes anti-sex work, anti-porn, anti-BDSM, and is entirely born of a European white supremacist, Christian nationalist, settler colonial, racist, carceral, genocidal, capitalist ideology.

This legislative attack — like the 850+ anti-trans bills filed in the USA this year alone — is couched in the pseudoscience of biologic essentialism, and in the words of TERF Janice Raymond, states “…that the problem of transsexualism would best be served by morally mandating it out of existence.” What we’re not interested in right now — or frankly ever — is validation or appeals to authority. Empty slogans like ‘trans women are women’ or ‘trans rights are human rights’ do not help us.

We need to be safe in the streets. And in the sheets. We need to take a piss in public bathrooms without fear of being assaulted, arrested, and deported. We need uncontested access to material support like hormones, blood tests, top and bottom surgeries, and other medical procedures; rape crisis centres; employment protection; not being put men’s prisons; not having to have (unaffordable, unprocurable) surgery in order to change our ‘gender’ markers on official documents; not having to choose between homelessness or violence at home and school. We need access to puberty blockers and we need hormones at the same age as the cis kids. We need to not waste and lose our lives on this bullshit.

Denying us all these things and more are legislative decisions drawn from that moral position which says we must not exist. Just like how making sex work legal is the state once again non-consensually inserting itself in our working lives and bodies, we don’t need legislation, we need decriminalisation. We need sovereignty for ourselves. And we need cis people, straight, bi, queer, however you live your truth, to step the fuck up even harder than you already have and are. We need you to put yourselves up front and take the hits for us. Love, care, compassion, is also resistance. Stay strong.

Karada House is trans. There’s barely a cis person among us.

Here’s our not-so-short response to the cooked fuckery out of the UK last and this week.

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Tilly Poison and me intertwining our practices to explore the space between freedom and restriction. A short teaser of what’s to come.

First of all, they all confirmed what I thought. The majority of comics creators travel to the USA on an ESTA — "The short is that almost everyone just goes in on a ESTA. "That's the electronic tourist visa, easy to apply for, valid for two years. Things are slightly different for Canada, they have their own version of an ESTA, and anecdotal reports say that some Canadian shows implicitly include visa requirements in the guest information. But when you're going in on a tourist visa like the ESTA, the Immigration and Border Control can and will interrogate you about what you're visiting for. And if they have even the slightest idea that you're working whilst you're there, they can and will deny you entry and/or detain you. The problem now is that all those previously accepted and overlooked things that can be classed as 'working', such as Becky's chores for board or a hotel room for a comics convention in return for your appearance, could well see you denied and/or detained.

All folks who speak at conferences should read this and think long and hard about whether they want to risk speak in the US in the future.

Also anyone who works while traveling.
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A black-and-white self-portrait of me sitting on the floor in a dimly lit studio. I wear a sheer black long-sleeve top, lace underwear, and sheer stockings that accentuate the texture of my legs. My gaze is directed slightly upward, my expression contemplative. One side of my face is partially obscured by wavy, chin-length hair. The lighting casts deep shadows, emphasizing the contrast between light and dark, highlighting the contours of my face and body. My hands rest gently between my ankled legs, creating a sense of quiet introspection and vulnerability.

Mesh & Nylons

Re-Uploaded
(I think I shouldn’t do colour gradings late at night)

Excerpt from the performance by Gelato and Renée at the (R)open Stage at @karadahouse.bsky.social

This is me, kneeling on a soft cushion, wearing a black, semi-sheer long-sleeve top, accentuating my growing breasts, and a black corset. My hands are placed behind my back, and my head is turned to the side, letting my wavy hair partially cover my face. The setting is simple and minimalistic, with soft lighting and neutral tones creating a calm, introspective atmosphere.

A haiku:

Denied my being, still –
Wild blooms break through stone and dust.
I rise, bold and free.

This is me, kneeling on a soft beige futon, wearing a black, semi-sheer long-sleeve minidress. My left hand is resting on my inner thigh while my right hand is raised beside my head with fingers forming an expressive gesture. My head is slightly tilted, eyes closed, and my wavy hair covering half of my face. The atmosphere is serene, with soft lighting and a minimalist background featuring an orchid and a stone tied in shibari ropes.

I have to admit it feels quite surreal, for being euphoric for being in the midst of my transition while the world around us, trans people, seems to be turning the clock back to the Middle Ages. — It makes me defiand. Now more than ever.

This image features me lying on the floor, bound with rope and partially covered by a red cloth over my face, and Sophia, who is leaning over me. Sophia is wearing a black halter-style top and black leggings, with visible tattoos on her arms and shoulders. The setting is minimal, with light-colored walls, a white floor mat, and a potted plant in the background. The atmosphere suggests a controlled and consensual environment. This is part of a Shibari tying session that got demonstrated for the Queerope online conference 2025.

Suffering under the hands of Sophia for scientific reasons (and the fun of co hosting for vurtual Queerope!).
@sophiaroseropes.bsky.social.

This image is depicting a private shibari rope bondage scene, featuring Me and Gelato on a traditional tatami mat floor. I am dressed in a dark dress, having a firm grip on Gelatos back of the thigh, while holding a rope connected to the leg. Theyhave visible tattoos and is lying on their side, with one leg elevated in a partial suspension. The scene is set in a minimalist room with orchids in the background, conveying a calm and focused atmosphere. This is a Kinbaku Scene in an Aibunawa tying style.

From a private tying session with Gelato.

It was such an amazing Performance! <3

This image depicts Sophia and me engaged in a seated pose on a mat. I am wearing a purple outfit and pink tights, kneeling with my eyes closed and appear relaxed, leaning backward into the embrace of Sophia wearing red. The scene conveys an atmosphere of trust, connection, and mindfulness. The space is softly lit with some plants and minimal decor in the background, creating a calm, intimate ambiance. This Shibari / Kinbaku session is about the get really hot and intimate.

Sophia and me are close together in an intimate pose.I am in a purple dress with my eyes closed and are tied with rope around my torso and arms. I am leaning into Sophia in the red dress, who holds me gently. Both of us have calm, serene expressions in the softly lit room. What a wonderful Shibari / Kinbaku Session.

Sophia and me are sitting on a beige mat, embracing closely. I am in the purple dress resting my head on Sophias shoulder, while Sophia in a red dress places a hand on my chest in a comforting manner. A rope is loosely placed on the floor besides us and potted plants are visible on the windowsill in the background. I am spaced out after our Shibari / Kinbaku Session.

Sophia and me are seated on a beige mat in a softly lit room. Sophia wears a red, long-sleeved dress and has visible tattoos on chest and legs. I am sitting on the right wearing a sleeveless purple dress and pink tights with abstract tattoos on my arm. I am touching my lip with a contemplative expression. There is a rope on the floor and a plant on the windowsill in the background. The aftermath of a Shibari / Kinbaku session.

The virtual Queerope of @karadahouse.bsky.social is one of my highlights each year. To a large extent because of the wonderful sessions I always have with @sophiaroseropes.bsky.social 🔥💜

Lending Gelato a hand. A short excerpt from a private tying session. Lately, my focus has shifted away from technical patterns. Instead, I’m drawn to the emotional aspect – the genuine reactions, the unspoken dialogue, and how I can guide and shape the experience.

For Black History Month, every day I’ll be posting about one black artist, author, and/or kinkster who I admire.

Today: @caritia.bsky.social . Rope artist, profoundly thoughtful kink educator, & co-founder of @karadahouse.bsky.social , which has hosted some of my favorite online kink classes.

Thank you! 💜

The picture shows me wearing a striking purple dress with a thigh-high slit, complemented by a black corset and long, glossy black gloves. I have curly hair and a serious expression, standing against a neutral background that highlights the outfit's details.

That's me in the corner / That's me in the spotlight.

Caritia and Bishop are posing closely together against a dark, textured background. Both wear black shorts and Caritia wears also a gold-toned tops, with their skin adorned with painted golden cracks resembling the Japanese art of Kintsugi, symbolizing strength and beauty in repair. Bishop is wrapped in golden rope, which binds the torso and arms, while Caritia holds the bondage rope, looking directly at the camera with an expression of calm strength. The lighting highlights their muscles, tattoos, and the metallic sheen of their outfits, creating a dramatic and intimate composition. [Shibari, Art, BPoc]

Lets just share some Art.
This is a photographic reiteration of the performance "Gold" with @caritia.bsky.social & @thebishopblack3000.bsky.social . Photography by @renedesans.bsky.social

Less then three weeks! Yay!

Poster for Queer Intimacies Conference: Re-Thinking and Queer(ing) Sex, Kink, and Intimacies, March 1–2 Online. A graphic of a red, orange, yellow and green rainbow radiating from the butt of a light-skinned torso and hips.

Queer Intimacies Conference at Karada House

For 2 days, we will discuss power, security, intimacy, love, kınk, consent & even anal fıstıng 😏

📍 Online
🗓 March 1 & 2, 2025 ⁠
⏰ 11am–10pm⁠ (CET Berlin time)⁠
💖 Sliding scale pricing

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A grainy, black and white photo of a large, fat person with light skin and many tattoos tied with rope around their torso, hips and legs. They are standing, their head and arms hanging forward.

The most amazing Dasniya Sommer is diving deep into playing with duration and time in ropes in this intermediate laboratory. Join for a little mind fuck and rope love.

📍 Berlin
🗓 Jan 28, Feb 25 ⁠
⏰ 7pm – 9pm⁠
💖 Sliding scale pricing

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Let’s talk about 2025 for a minute

We know what’s coming because it’s been here for centuries. Laws come and go, rights come and go. Some of us are old enough to have lived through when we were illegal. Some of us are still illegal.  Karada House has always been political. Who we are and what we do, how we desire and love has always been political. We are Black, Indigenous, Brown, migrants, trans, queer, non-binary, disabled, on the spectrum, sex workers and prostitutes, parents and elders, activists and community-builders, kinky and polyam, often all these and more at once.  We know our existence in this world is conditional. What is unconditional and never wavers are our obligations and care for each other. This is our strength and this is who we are.

This was originally posted in our January newsletter. It's a reminder of who we, at Karada House, are, and who we stand up for.

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A feminine person with light skin with shoulder-length dark-brown hair and tattoos on her arms and back is stroking the face of another person with dark hair, tattoos and light skin who has a black stocking pulled across their face and arms tied behind their back. They are making eye contact and she is smiling slightly. Text over the image reads: Rope for Sex Work: Practical Techniques for Dungeon Sessions. January 23, online, with Sophia Rose

Rope for Sex Work: Practical Techniques for Dungeon Sessions

Join @sophiaroseropes.bsky.social & learn learn how to incorporate rope into your professional sessions with ease and confidence!

📍 Online + recording
🗓 Jan 23, 2025, 7–10pm⁠ (CET/ Berlin)⁠
🔗 karada-house.de/events/rope-...

Thank you for sharing your journey. 💕

Loving it, too. 🙂