If you don't want a very very disturbing insight into the kind of things that get me off, best turn away now, and skip reading this post entirely. Otherwise, welcome to the freakdom that is me.
My flatmate asked me how my night was and where I went when I got up for lunch. I had to omit certain bits of information for the sake of his sanity. I went to a clubnight called Crimson, recommended to Joel and I by the amazing woman who runs Edgeplay at Mass in Brixton. It's a rather expensive (£20 entry fee) fetish night, along the lines of Torture Garden, but pretty much anything goes, which is why the edgeplay woman told us to come in the first place. Dress code entry, which was fetish/burlesque/medical/uniforms/anything bizzare and out there. I was in stupidly tight black trousers, my poet shirt, a gold brocade waistcoat which i'd just finished making, and my venetian mask. Joel wore black trousers, a white shirt, PVC opera gloves, and his cyborg contact. Seany was in leathers, and Adam was in rubber.
Being our first time, we weren't sure what exactly we'd be let in the door with, 'toys'-wise, so opted for nothing to be safe, but turns out the answer truly is anything goes. Skipping the usual Collared to attend Crimson, there was a much bigger emphasis on play rather than just socializing with kinky friends. There was loads of amazing dungeon furniture, violet wands, pinwheels, the standard flogging etc, furries of course, Joel and Seany got a decent crowd watching them when seany was strapped into what can only be described as a bondage chair with a nipple clamp rack attachment. I saw a lot more people biting and scratching each other than the solitary couple at Fangtasia the week before. The crowd was pretty young and varied, there were some very attractive couples there, an amazingly hot boy in a leathery/rubbery kilt, plenty of eye candy all round really, and if that wasn't enough, there were the bits of play to watch - the medical area which had needleplay, and corset piercings happening all night had me captivated; there was a very funky suspension bondage spectacle, which was a lot better and a lot safer than the one performed at Fangtasia, and there was a very convincing rapeplay demo - clothes were actually ripped, there was spitting, biting, kicking, bleeding, and at the end of it all the girl had a huge grin on her face and was laughing hysterically, just before you all get worried. Certainly not the sort of thing I would have seen at Collared, it would have sent most of them running. Joel and I were glued to the performance of course :P
Despite being an expensive night, it's definitely one I plan to do again and again, and the consensus from the other 3 was the same. I just need to build up an array of outfits to actually go in :P But to sum up, the things you have learnt from this post, are I like biting, scratching, bleeding, sharp pointy things, and rapeplay. YOu thought I was wierd, but I bet you never would have guessed this weird....
Yes I did just spell that 2 different ways in the same sentence.
Mood: Schleepy, and avoidant of coursework
Music: http://open.spotify.com/user/jorgamond/playlist/15HV1hzH5hOZYl8ppaY1J7
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