If, like me, you’re about as cuddly as a cactus, then a rather different way to spend four hours of your Saturday evening is to go to a cuddle party. “A cuddle party? What’s that, Linda?”, I hear you ask… Don’t worry, I’d never heard of the concept either – that is, until the lovely Jenna sent me an article about them. Sufficiently weirded out but curious at the same time, I toyed with the idea of going.
Me: I’m thinking of going to a cuddle party on Saturday.
Simone: I think I’d rather have my uterus extracted through my nostrils.
That decided it – I was going.
I located the building easily enough, got into the rickety lift and ascended to the fourth floor.
Despite the rather crumbly exterior, the room was really nice. As I paid my €20 (I know…) and got a sticker with a little heart and my name on it (eye roll), I looked around. Colourful mattresses were laid out in a circle on the floor and candles and warm lighting made the space look cosy. The thing that surprised me most, however, (apart from the fact that I was there) was how many people in Berlin were in need of a cuddle. There must have been around 50 people there and there was very little room left on the mattresses. A few people were younger than me but most were in their forties, fifties or sixties, with a roughly 3-1 ratio of women to men. A quick glance at the refreshments table confirmed the worst – no wine. I was diving headfirst into the weirdness stone cold sober.
I squeezed into a free spot just as proceedings started. After a brief introduction, Gottfried, the “Cuddle Trainer” passed the “Cuddle Elephant” to the person beside him. (I swear I’m not making any of this up.) We had to say our names and why we were there.
“I just really like giving cuddles.”
“Cuddling makes me feel good.”
“I was feeling really sad today and thought that cuddles might give me some comfort.”
Heilige Scheiße.
When it came to my turn, I said that I’d seen an article online and was curious. This got a scathing look from Gottfried which became outright hostile when I said I’d seen the article on thrillist.com. Clearly he doesn’t put thrills and cuddles in the same category. I passed the “Cuddle Elephant” along. When all of the introductions and freaky reasons were done, Gottfried ran through the rules. There was a lot of blah blah about knowing your boundaries and not being afraid to say NEIN! He pointed out the “safe mattress” at the back of the room where you could sit for a while if you felt overwhelmed. Kissing was VERBOTEN and touching boobs, crotchal regions and arses was also out.
Once the mattresses had been stowed at the back of the room, Gottfried put on some airy-fairy, shite music and we all had to dance around a bit. I shook off the pressures of the outside world by shuffling awkwardly with my hands by my sides, while other people looked as if they were undergoing some kind of demonic possession. The next song started and this time we had to move around the room, making eye contact with the other lunatics. The third song got the touching bit started. We could hold hands, feel hands and stroke hands as we moved around but, unfortunately, nobody HOCH FÜNFed anyone. People were already starting to sweat and the smell of B.O. was overpowering. I half-heartedly touched a few moist hands.
Next we had to dance with each other, choosing a different partner every so often. I ambled around, getting increasingly freaked out by the glazed, blissed-out eyes and serene smiling. If these people weren’t high on life, they were definitely high on something. One guy, who looked like he’d be at home with Jack in the Cuckoo’s Nest, started trippily waving his arms around in my face. Another caught me around the waist and started to sway with me.
“How close is too close?”
As I didn’t know how to say “If I feel an erection, then you’re too close and you’re going down”, I just mumbled that where he was was fine. Presently, we had to find a partner to hand grope. A middle-aged woman caressed my hands and gazed at me lovingly. I watched the seconds ticking by on the wall clock. Each pair found another pair and then there were four people mauling each other. I found my head sandwiched between braless boobs. Then the four had to find another four and engage in a group hug.
I looked a bit like this guy:
After unsticking my face from a man’s back, I had a time out behind the refreshments table. Ah, a solo exercise. OK, back in. We stood with our eyes closed (mine were open) as Gottfried talked us through a load of nonsense about feeling the energy come up through the earth into our stockinged feet. As the cuddle party took place in Hasenheide, one of the dodgiest areas in Berlin, I didn’t even want to think about what my feet were absorbing. We raised our arms and started walking forward until we were one massive, 50-person cuddle. I checked to make sure everyone’s eyes were closed and ran. I had lasted an hour and twenty minutes. Pretty impressive, I thought. I couldn’t even imagine how they were going to fill another two hours and forty minutes but I had a feeling it would probably end like this:
I washed my hands repeatedly and left the building. Safely back in my local bar with a large glass of wine in front of me, I achieved a level of relaxation that cuddling fifty strangers could never give me.
I’m sure the lingering stench of B.O. will wear off any minute now…
Good god, how I’ve missed your posts! Because of certain conditions in the US, I had basically shut down on social media (well, except to bitch, bitch, and bitch some more). I see now the errors of my ways. Living vicariously through you is what can keep me sane. You do things I would NEVER do 😉 If I still had a uterus, yup, like Simone, I’d rather have it extracted through my nose than go to a “cuddle party.” And I’m someone who actually likes hugging … but I only like to hug other people who like to hug. And they must be people I already know. And I still value my personal space. Just the sight of a bunch of people sitting on mattresses would have been enough for me to turn and run!
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Hey! Lovely to have you back! I’m still a little scarred after the experience. Never washed my hands so many times! I wonder if they have them in the US… People could probably use a cuddle right about now! I think laughing yoga will be up next – just need to wait for the weather to improve a bit as it’s outdoors… 😉
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Laughing yoga makes more sense to me 😉 I’m sure there are cuddle parties in the US. Somehow I think those might be scarier than what you went through … lol …
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This really sounds like hell. I am so sorry for you having to experience such trauma. You poor, poor thing.
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I guess you could say I did it to myself! Still, live, learn and NEIN!!!
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First of all, I love that you went to this, and second of all, I love that you lasted over an hour. That’s about 45 minutes longer than I’d have lasted…that might be due to no booze, though 😛
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Yeah, that was my stumbling block too. Not sure there’s strong enough booze in the world though! Oh, and the introduction and rules lasted 30 mins so I only lasted for 50 real minutes 😉
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I’ll just stick to my stuffed pandas for cuddles….
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Well, you are coming to Berlin… I could check out upcoming events if you like? 😉
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I think my schedule will be too jam packed with bed tours to fit in a cuddle party, and I wouldn’t want to disappoint you :p
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Now THAT I can recommend! 🙂
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Ugh, I wanted to go and have a shower after reading this so I can’t imagine how you felt. Touching strangers is my idea of hell (unless they all look like Chris Hemsworth, then I wouldn’t mind quite so much…)
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Ha ha! I think Anna would be with you on that one. Yeah, it was quite the icky feeling! My hands didn’t feel like my own all night after it! They still managed to pick up a glass of wine though – thankfully 😉
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Absolutely hilarious Linda! ‘Love it!
I thought I’ve seen all the wierdos after my many years of living in “do whatever the hell you want” Berlin (‘love it like that mind you!), having lunch out in squats, dating a Czech diplomat who sported a skinhead look (we both thought it was hilarious at the time. And it was the 90’s..,!) and walking into the Adlon Hotel barefooted… . , I’m all settled in domestic bliss these days, but you seem to have taken up the mantle of crazy endeavours. Love! Love! Love it!
Carry on that man!
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I might have outcrazied myself this time 😉 Maybe a nice tea party or something next!
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haha, that was hilarious! I would have felt totally awkward if I’d gone to such an event too. Actually I had thought it would have been mainly weird /lonely men at something like that, surprised there were more women than men at it.
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Maybe men don’t like cuddling so much? They were probably all at the Orgy Party next door 😉 I was thinking about how something like this would work in Ireland – I don’t think it would. At all!!
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Yuk, yuk, yuk, yuk, yuk!!! Nice little earner for someone, though…
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I was thinking that too! Probably close to €1,000 for telling people how to cuddle and not actually cuddling anyone yourself! I could do that!! 😉
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My first thought too!!
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I was told that in Japan they have cuddle parlors where you pay to get a non-sexual cuddle. I think this sort of thing is best left to the professionals. And in Japan they definitely won’t have B.O.!
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Germans typically don’t either! Guess I found the hippies who use BIO deodorant or no deodorant at all!
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I felt awkward just reading this. NEIN! for me!
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Ha ha! That’s good – you know your boundaries 😉 I wonder if anyone reading it thinks it actually sounds like a good idea!!
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I am all for cuddling but this sounds the opposite of relaxing and comfortable
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Yeah, have to say I’m with you on that. Weird and creepy is more like it 😉 And smelly.
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I hear you Anna!
I have trouble with complete strangers trying to hug me! I really don’t know why. I mean, do I look huggable? And it gets akward ‘cos the Germans. And they are Germans, try to do the European peck while I have just handed them my hand! Eek!
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Merda Santa! I glad you got out of that one intact! Please run your next curiosity past us next time, before launching into another voyage of discovery.
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Ha, now where would be the fun in that! 😉 I think I weirded myself out sufficiently this time though – this voyage of discovery will keep me going for a while!
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Aaaaaaaaagh! 😂😂😂😂😂😂😳😳😳😳😳😳😳
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My sentiments exactly 😉 How long would you have lasted??
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Oh, about 10 seconds! 😖
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It took me that long to take my shoes off 🙂
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Geez, that sounds dodgy. But I applaud you for giving it a try. All in the name of science, eh?
PS: Not all Germans are like that *hehe*.
PPS: Should’ve gone to Berlinale instead 😉
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Ha, tell me about it! Next year 😉 These must have been the weirdest Germans in Germany I reckon. Trust me to find them 😉
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Irish people have a knack for that. Just ask my (Irish) husband *muhahaha*
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Ha ha ha! Pretty sure you’re normal in comparison to these people!!
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Definitely Berlinale!!! You would have seen my partner in Viceroy’s House 🙂
http://www.berlinale.de/en/programm/berlinale_programm/datenblatt.php?film_id=201711886#tab=filmStills
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Oh wow, cool! Is he in Berlin for it?
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Alas no! Just on celluloid.. instead he’s working on another film in Rajasthan. 🙂
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Ha, he gets around! Next year, you should both come! 🙂
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We should! Our travels are primarily work related these days… though we’ve been known to tag along with respective work trips! 🙂
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Well, Berlin seems like a great place to start next year!
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You get yourself into the strangest situation! I am by nature a curious person but probably not as much as you. As I don’t like being touched by stranger I don’t think this cuddle party is for me…but good for you to try it out. You are more courageous than me. (Suzanne)
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I think, sometimes, I should just ignore my curiosity 😉 This was definitely one of those times. But at least I got a blog post out of it 😉
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NEIN, NEIN NEIN, NEIN, NEIN! That sounds horrific!
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DOCH, DOCH, DOCH, DOCH, DOCH! No, actually, you’re right – it was horrific 😉
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This. Has left me. Totally traumatised. I can feel my uterus throbbing in my nostrils.
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I can feel snort laughter coming from my nostrils at this comment 🙂 It all felt a little unGerman to me – I guess you’d agree?? 😉
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So… was this the prelude to Gruppensex? That’s probably within Thrillist’s remit, I should imagine…
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Seemingly there’s nothing sexual about it but I had a hard time believing that!! God, it was weird…
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Gottfried may well believe that… along with 85% of the people there…
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Yeah, I really think I was the only one who went for the laugh – everyone else seemed totally into it. Weirdos 😉
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