Once upon a New York evening, I went to a friend’s backyard BBQ and housewarming party on the Upper West Side (who knew anyone even had backyards in Manhattan? I sure didn’t!). The party, food and people were great and all, but let me get to the chase.
Somewhere between a burger and a hot dog, while drinking my whiskey, I started talking to a guy by the bar. He was apparently new to New York. Had moved here from California a few months ago and was looking for “some fun.” Pretty quickly the conversation veered in the direction of fetish parties. I thought it was odd and amusing that this guy somehow knew to talk to me about these things when we were just hanging out at a vanilla party and there was seemingly no cue to bring this up. But I decided to help him out and (having had a few drinks) get on my “let me tell you a thing or two about fetish parties!” high horse. In fact, I was a little proud of the fact that I knew exactly where to go and what to do when it came to the fetish/kink/sex party-scene in New York and had that whole world mapped out in my head. Continue reading