So did anyone else see the half a blood moon low in the sky around midnight last night (technically this morning)? Probably not, because you were probably safe and asleep in your bed, waiting for Monday morning. I went out last night instead.
My friend Christy had invited me to go to the Sabbat de Sade night. I haven’t been to a true fetish night in a long time, and the theme was super villains. That did it for me, I love super villains. I wasn’t sure what to expect so a dressed up in a red velvet halter top, black corset, spiderweb hotpants (hee hee I’m so goth I own cobweb hotpants that must be a joke somewhere), big bucket fishnets, and a shawl around my hips. Then I put on a mask and vampire collar from one of Rowan’s costumes and went out.
However, I had kind of gone out to do some dancing, but there was no dancing to be had. The whole dancefloor was taken up with play items. Christy had seen the spanking, floggings, and people tied up before, but the suspension play was new for her. I admit, there is something different about seeing people suspended from their shoulderblades with giant fishhooks, especially when they’re being swung around like a human pendulum. A little reminiscent of Texas Chainsaw massacre, perhaps, except the hooks are smaller and no one is actually being killed. I kept thinking that it couldn’t be as bad as having a needle punched through my uterus. I admit to being kind of curious.
But there was a wait and frankly I’m not sure I would want to be on display. The fire play was pretty cool, that I was interested in. Because someday I want to do bellydance in front of an audience, but of course I would want to make it interesting. And what could be more interesting than bellydance? Why gothic bellydance where you set yourself on fire, of course! Yeah, well I still need a lot of practice before I am remotely ready for that. 🙂
Towards the end of the night I was approached by a man named Raven (yeah, your name would be that) who asked if I would be willing to step on a man’s face. So I took off my boots and proceeded to literally walk all over this guy who seemed pretty happy to be on the floor. And yes I put my entire weight on one foot on his face. But then again, all he had to lie there and I’m sure he had a great view. Good thing I was wearing underwear. As I left, Raven said with a smile, “We hope to see you here again.”
I’m not sure the scene really calls to me. I found it amusing, and great to see people being themselves. What I really liked is that people were unashamed of themselves and their bodies. There were a lot more boobs with pasties (letting it all hang out) than corsets. And the bodies were all different sizes. I wasn’t repulsed by anything I saw, but I wasn’t really aroused by it either. Nope, I think I just like to dress up and dance. Now if only I could find a masquerade ball in the area . . .