Rate of knots

Gorgone

Bemused by the equipment, the stagecraft and the risk of permanent nerve damage, I wonder if it would just be simpler for them to have sex. But that’s missing the point.

I’m at a performance of Japanese rope bondage (shibari or kinbaku), the block-and-tackle pinnacle of BDSM in which a DIY-minded master suspends a submissive from a beam or ceiling hooks. I’m also sketching, in the hope that the hectic spectacle will loosen my line as the riggers tighten theirs.

I’ve been asked if the performers have sex as part of the show. Oh, spare us. They’re here for knots. Such as the Somerville Bowline, derived from a knot called ABOK 1445, aka the Myrtle Hitch. It’s named after a place in Massachusetts, not my old Oxford college. I’m wondering if this is the opposite of sex.

Gorgone

The rope is less than 1cm thick. Silk for La Perla moments. Hemp rope is pale and soft - think of macramé hammocks for hanging baskets. If oiled, it’s tacky, smells farmyardy and leaves a grease mark on fabric. Coloured rope is for mood-signalling or matching the curtains. Harsh jute rope doubles as sash-cords. A rigger shows me his hands red-raw from smoothing out the kinks in new rope: this reminds me of the Victorian prison punishment of picking oakum.

During the set-up you hear the click of carabiners. A lot of climbers are drawn to this caper. Dr Phil, a burly French top, is an electrical engineer: he tells me it’s all about working with cabling.

Gorgone and Esinem

The top re-fashions the puppet this way and that. The pace is fast. But despite the apparent helplessness of the bound captive, who’s really in charge? Ask Gorgone, a French pioneer of both tying and being tied. It’s a paradox, she says. As a top, the experience is about humility. As a bottom, it’s about power.

And it goes beyond flesh or seediness. She says her bondage work is ‘born from the desire to break free from the sexual and S&M connotation that it carries. My mission is to convey the unique experience and aesthetic of the body in ropes to a broader and more mainstream audience.’

Gorgone performs and teaches around the world. No western woman has won more esteem from the Japanese keeper of the flame Akira Naka. ‘When he ties me,’ says Gorgone, ‘I feel like a river under the rain. Powerful, fluid and peaceful but very melancholic.’

Gorgone

Gorgone is a no-carb vegan vaper without any apparent room to store her internal organs. She can shape her spine like a U-bend. Naked, she is invulnerable, and turns up the voltage for an audience.

‘Ropes are my oxygen,’ says Gorgone. She feels like the golem, the formless creature of clay moulded when the Hebrew word emet (truth) is written on her forehead. The rigger creates the model. Rope shapes the shapeless. 'I was nothing and your eyes saw me,' she says.

Gorgone

Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them. – Psalm 139, verse 16

And how do you cope with the pain of being hoicked up in rope? ‘Eroticise it,’ says Gorgone, with a headmistressy stare through her vapour veil.

That leads to the inevitable question – what is erotic?

‘Eroticism is irrational; explicable but irrational.’ That’s Jean-Claude Juncker, president of the European Commission, quoted in the Financial Times, in an aside about eroticism and power.

It’s easier to say what is not erotic. Nudists. Nudity. The Naked Rambler. Life class. Valentine’s day. Synthetic fibres. A body harbouring silicone. Anything contrived.

To generate an erotic charge in shibari, stay covered up. I give extra points for spectacles although they fall off. I revere kimonos, in which the site of érotisme is the exposed nape; acres of fabric cascade from the suspended body. Inside or outside the bondage arena, you can’t go wrong with a twinset, pearls and well-fitting gloves.

Participant in class at Anatomie Studio

Koi Ku Nawa and Isabell

Then there are solo diversions – people self-tying in rope, or realising variations on Leonardo’s Vitruvian Man in a metal hoop. Ayumi LaNoire, whose portfolio includes shibari and fire-eating, is a star performer on a golden pole – as geisha, Hello Kitty schoolgirl, tragic blindfolded vamp. She can support herself horizontally on the pole. After her performance, the brawny guys have a go. They can’t do it.

Nina Russ tying Missy Fatale

At the beginning of tonight’s show, Nina Russ, an empress of rope, calls me over. Eyes bright, she starts to tell me about her day: 'I felt a wave of pleasure all over my body. And adrenaline.'

Ayumi LaNoire

Steady on, girl. But she’s talking about gardening as usual. ‘Rope bondage is like growing vegetables,’ she says. ‘When you start to tie someone, you don't know what you'll end up with.’

‘Suspended in rope,’ writes Gorgone, ‘my body forgets the ground. It falls, but doesn’t fear any impact. In this space between high and low, gravity turns into benediction; the fall is veiled in immortality.’

And that’s eroticism. Anything veiled.

For information please see https://anatomiestudio.com/, http://www.bounduk.net/ and Gorgone’s https://www.study-on-falling.com/study-on-falling