hardon?

i'm a blogging machine today.

Last saturday i went to Hardon with my good friend M.

The experience was utterly disappointing. i had never been to a fetish club before and i had hoped this could be one important step for me out of the cyberworld and into a world that may fit me better than the "real" one but in fact i felt completely alienated, just as much... maybe more than in my day to day life.

Leatherland didn't seem to be much about Masters and slaves but rather tops and bottoms. People who like to be fucked are there being fucked and the ones who like to fuck are doing the fucking. That's all there is to it. As clear as fuck, as boring as regular porn. Like that old 80s song "in the land of the free, you can be what you wanna be", an advert for freedom, an absolute heresy for someone like me who yearns for the pleasures of constriction and limited choices. Slaves chatting away with their friends next to their Masters instead of respectfully standing behind them in silence awaiting an order, Masters excitingly commenting on each other's outfits. It was really just a fancy-dress G.A.Y. complete with ABBA soundtrack over an olympic performance by some woman covered in glitter. Quite simply a club night cum... cum.