What if you entered a place where people were not afraid? Skin, silence, tears, your filthiest secret and your most unspeakable hunger--all of it welcomed and given the space to move. What if they didn’t even fear their fear? Had in fact, invited it here on purpose?
Would you stare? His hips, her neck, their honest declaration of need? Gawk, gape, and ogle, riveted by a thirst you weren’t aware needed quenching? Would you finally get your own attention--lean into your sanctuary of flesh and whisper great truths? Feel the shapes that delight you and the shapes that will not hold much longer?
Welcome to The Underground, an embodied quest into the subterranean we share. Nothing is turned away here, no part of your experiences wasted. Stand shoulder-to-shoulder with experienced movers and witnesses as we rest into the bottom of our exhale and claim the language of our bones.
You can stop flirting with your edge. Step in close, look it straight in the eye, and stay.