My Friday Threesome
I came into Friday with high expectations. The List was full, I had made up my mind about where I was going and I had even done something close to planning.
I started at The Continental, where they were opening a new floor. The invitation said fetish. The chatter beforehand promised all sorts of exciting things. So naturally, I spent the better part of the day making sure I had exactly the right outfit for my entrance.
Priorities.
After all, if you’re going to walk into a room full of beautiful people and potentially pick whoever you like, you’d better make sure there’s no question about how great you look yourself.
And fuck, the place looked gorgeous.
Thecla has done wonders again. The room was packed and the anticipation palpable with beautiful bodies everywhere, dressed for a night of pleasure, indulgence and potentially some very, very bad decisions. For whatever reason, though, it felt like everyone was still waiting for someone else to misbehave first. Maybe it just needed a little more time before the clothes, inhibitions or both started coming off. Unfortunately, Friday night has a limited number of hours and I had places to be.
So, Sonance.
By now Katt knows exactly what to say to get me excited. Maybe that woman understands me better than I understand myself. “You are really going to love this.” I love her.
Apparently there was some sort of system malfunction happening. Oh yes.
Now we’re talking. I do love a little chaos. When everything works exactly as designed, you get an event. When things start breaking, you get a story.
Not long after I arrived, Katt pointed out the rather gigantic buttplugs protruding from the walls. Of course she did. And Katt, I tried. You went through all that effort, so the very least I could do was make an effort myself. But wow.
No. I have limits. Apparently we found one.
By that point I decided perhaps I needed something slightly less chaotic, which is how I ended up at VICE. Depp had promised something new, and then you add Roux and Night, who apparently felt the need to casually drop some tunes before taking the big stage at NITE later today.
VICE looked amazing. Again. And somehow, again, better.
That’s one of the things I love about VICE: they never seem satisfied. We share that. If something looked great last time, their response is to take it apart, add machinery and see whether it can breathe. This time steam was dropping from the ceiling, the floor was moving in mysterious ways and everything seemed to be reacting to the music.
Don’t ask me how any of it works. I know jack shit about the machinery. I press buttons until something interesting happens. This philosophy has served me surprisingly well in life. But I love seeing it.
There is so much creativity going around these clubs right now. People building ridiculous things, experimenting, changing rooms, breaking systems, fixing them again and occasionally putting enormous buttplugs through walls. And somehow I get to wander through all of it and bring my a camera.
The Continental, Sonance and VICE on a Friday night. Best threesome I’ve had in ages.
And remarkably, I kept my clothes on for most of it.
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