We tied to each other in Berlin. Not for performance. Not for pretty pictures. For the ache of what happens when rope meets skin and silence stretches between two bodies.
Shibari took us somewhere we couldn’t script. The knots held more than flesh — they held memory, hunger, release. We talk about what it felt like to surrender, to hang between trust and fear, to feel the rope carve its language into our skin. This isn’t a tutorial. It’s a conversation about the intimacy of being bound, the strange freedom inside suspension, and what was revealed when we let the rope have us.
Watch: https://youtu.be/9Mj2ACmeyDw