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Very interesting night had by me and ol' Elephant Head.
As Meme Buggerer, Pacha and Mordant have said, mucho spectacle. I think being well stoned would only enhance that, Lyra. Ganesh and I had had a bit of an adventure getting over town and held the others up, I fear, but they were the most appetising cohort when we paraded thence.
It did feel like a safe and consensual place to be. Perverts are such lovely people, I find, as long as you show some respect and aren't an eejit. I say this as a paid up perve, mind.
My abiding memories are, being a habitué of entirely gay male pervert locales, of these breast things which lurk below women's clothing being displayed in great quantity. One chap, flapping a gorgeous Marlene-like Marabou Stork feather coat on the dance floor, had a very admirable frontage which took even world-weary me by surprise. If you like that sort of thing, there was a lot of it to like. Averting my eyes from the lower portions of some female anatomies. Not since I was a student nurse......
My strongest memories are of the variety of costume (much less conformist than equivalent gay clubs): some excellent wings, lots of gorgeously ample non-body-fascist flesh on display, people on stilts, not enough rubber but lots of pvc, lots of lucky people with no sweat glands covered in makeup and clever artwork. Some voyeuristic treats.
The music began well but transformed later into ear-bleeding House, though there was always the dungeon to which to retreat. Very much a white crowd, apart from the staff. Lots of imagination and lots of flagrant exhibitionism. What more would you want? Well, intelligent and amusing projections of imagery and the Guest List pervs performing stage shows for their supper too.
We arrived with the best looking and most attractively attired posse, which helped... Meme was pure sparkle in his tight turquoise disco pants, almost Abba-esque; Pacha strikingly shiny and red in her pvc, ¡ay muchacha!; Lurid Archive and Mordant C@rnival could give tips to Andrew Eldritch on effortless Goth elegance and poise.
We were all absolutely fabulous, Darlings, and even remembered to send good karma to suffering Lyra. He'd have had queues forming, mind, if he'd turned up in real pain. A good place to encounter fellow Barbeloids for the first time. Even Mr Auckland in Dickensian undertaker mode, working the room!
& Ganesh was such a shag in demon mode with red leather and horns. I'm up for the next one. |
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