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Kink Night

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Written by: Rod Boyle

Category: Miscellany

Published: 26 June 2015

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• Kink,
• BDSM,
• SUB,
• Rope,
• Candling,

(Note. Old article finally finished. Yep, I'm behind, behind, behind...)

It's Kink night at a local bar, I saw the poster advertising at Beano, have noticed it a few times and always resolved to check it out, and, finally, without the obligation of partying with the ex-coworkers, I head on down.

I haven't any Kink gear so I simply wear a suit. To these people that will be plenty kinky enough.

It's a dire little pub, centrally located off of crack avenue in downtown Calgary, and a bitterly cold night outside, probably it will be empty, but if it's that bad I can bail and find a better bar.

First impressions aren't so good, the pub is dirty, poorly furnished, dimly lit, everywhere there are fleets of battleships in brightly colored corsets anchored around tables drinking schooners of beer and waiting for someone, anyone to take them away from this. These women, of the second, the third, and even the fifth freshness, the jade working the door, all managing to be sad, lonely, and eager at the same time, it's heartbreaking, there is nothing sadder than a pub full of masterless bbw subs, it's like going to the SPCA, and you want to adopt them all, but that's not why I'm here... 

This is my out of the box night, my do something new, get out of my head, dip, briefly, my foot into the current and see what goes on in the city when I should be soberly at home and sleeping.

The show begins, and some of the seniors get up from the VLT machines they've been working all day, begin to pay attention, the early birds and hardened drinkers, they don't have to pay the cover, they're getting it all for free. 

A haggard and overweight drag queen is hosting the venue, she does a little improv comedy, answers the catcalls in the audience, banters, I don't know the crowd, don't get the specific humerous insults she's tossing out and recieving, but it's not for long and she introduces the show.

These shows, they're always the same. 

1st Act - a foot worshipper lovingly undresses, bathes and examines his lovers feet.

Some polite applause, well (check my watch...hmmmm...).

Intermission. People dancing, talking, it's a social thing, they all seem to know one another. I'm new here.

Now time to check out the audience in a little more detail. The men, well, the few that dressed up are nothing to look at. Gay men do a much better job of BDSM and Kink, they value the aesthetic, keep themselves toned and in shape, there's something to be said for the superficialities. These men, a good fat many with plaid shirts and long biker beards, their girlfriends dressed to the nines in stockings and bustiers, those that dressed up, generally as BDSM masters, invariably short, 5'6" a reasonable average, tight jeans and leather straps across their sunken chests and protruding bellies, fat or thin arms with preposterous leather cuffs, they're fooling no one.

Get in line, get a drink, I'm getting the feeling I'm gonna need a few...

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