There is something sexy about being irresponsible before work and drinking in a bar full of people in fetish-wear. It's the sort of thing I never used to do, drinking until midnight and dancing (Dancing!). The atmosphere was ripe with carnality. These things, laced with an industrial beat, are categorically sexual in my mind. Must be something about underwear and power-tool baselines. :) It may have been the lack of repression, freedom to be as I was and dance without worry. There is also something incredibly sexy about annan_dum dancing in pleated skirt and no shirt with one leg around my hip. Go figure if that may have helped.
BUT, it was a good night. I enjoyed looking very much at the girls in vinyl, pleather and leather. Also, there was one girl about whom, when she entered wearing tank top, plated skirt and pigtails, I said "She's going to be topless before the night ends." She was. Her shirt kept inching up her body and, I imagine, was eaten by Hentai demons whole at the bar. Though not without bra, I refrain from complaining.
We also say a nun, two men in drag (one of whom I work with and is a pre-op transexual currently going through drug therapy) and the other who had balloons for boobs and a really, really stringy blonde wig, many women wearing only underwear and then the icky guys about whom I posted some months ago. They were turned away at the door which gladdened me. Otherwise, the creepy factor had diminished as the night wore on with the weird old people vanishing as the men in chaps came out of the woodwork.
Fox and I headed home around midnight.
And I don't have a clubbing icon.
Confidential to lady_fox: ethical_sluts
I've been asked to photograph Madison's Zombie Lurch. yay! Now, who wants to help me with makeup? And I'll need a severed left hand...