Tuesday, March 14, 2006

So last year I wrote about an Absinthe party I attended here in the city that had a decent amount of public sex going on. It wasn’t a sex party, it was just an underground party that sort of evolved into something a little heavy.

I had been back to the venue for several parties since then, but they remained primarily absinthe related with no signs of sex.

Last week I went to this same venue for my first fetish party. I have somehow gotten on a little more exclusive list where I can attend all of these underground parties for free, and often times get a good deal of free Absinthe in the process. I don’t know how I got on this list, I’m the biggest fucking square at most of these parties. I just know a bit about absinthe and stuff.

Anyway, I’m not into the leather and spandex fetish scene, but I felt obligated to go to one of these parties, at least once. It was a fun experience and it’s pretty much true that anyone can get laid at one of these parties, as long as your not picky.

Standing in line you might be passed by a woman on all fours being walked by her dom. Or maybe while sitting down and enjoying your drink, you’ll get into a chat with a co-worker that you bumped into. She tries a sip of your drink and asks a few questions about the fax machine at work seemingly oblivious to the fact that her skirt is hiked up and her date for the evening has her bent over and is smacking her ass. The rest of the room notices, it’s one of those sounds… Wherever you are in the room, you hear that “smack” sound and you know exactly what’s happening. A crowd forms and we are still casually conversing, “Sometimes you have to hit 9 to get the outside line-OW! but usually you just have to send the send transmission button.”

“Make her scream my name” Cat the bartender says, then she leans over to me and says “I love that trick.”

smack… smack… smack- “CAAAAT!”

I heard some of the greatest quotes while at this shindig (a few of the actual quotes are on the sketch). A few of the folks at the party where over fifty, you could say that I saw some pretty unattractive stuff, but when your in this environment you don’t really tend judge people. It’s their world, you have just stepped into it, so I didn’t really find myself imposing my rules of beauty or morality on anyone there.

The strange thing is, nothing there was that shocking. People were hung from crosses and spanked or humiliated. There where lots of exposed body parts. I guess sex was implied, and/or occurring in some places. But the whole thing to me was just comedic. I mean you see a guy in a leather vest, a huge black mustache, and those ridiculous shiny police officer hats and you can’t help but laugh. Really, it’s like somebody came up with the looks 40 years ago, and it’s never really occurred to most folks that styles and fetishes change. That stuff might have been shocking then, but I can’t imagine that it hasn’t changed in all these years.

For me at least, it’s far more exciting to see a couple ordinary people going at it in near the absinthe bar then a couple of costumed people going to such extreme measures to give the appearance of kinkiness. What it comes down to, is that I obviously don’t get it. I’m not saying what I think is “hot” is better than other peoples views. I just can’t get the appeal of the “Fetish” scene… and the Cure does not make me want to fuck.

I’m also assuming that this was a milder event than others, I’m not looking to go to some huge (and well publicized) fetish ball, I like ‘em underground and grimy, so maybe I’ll check out another one and tell you what I think.