Speaking Up

Things were always a little more crazy on party nights.  It makes sense:  kinksters were there to have some fun that they couldn’t find elsewhere.  Some of them were there to find new things or new folks to have fun with, so most parties had a vibe where some experimentation was welcome. The kink community […]

Lost & Found

It had been a long and rainy Sunday at Floggin’ Brews – one of those days when people wanted to hunker down and watch the football game, or go somewhere that served hot food.   The guests who made an appearance ordered more than usual from the Thai restaurant around the block, and most of them […]


I didn’t tell Ret about the early-morning event I organized last Sunday. It was a private party, but it is not the type that really needs a bartender. When I got to FB at 7 a.m. there were already two folks waiting at the door. It was cold and rainy, and I felt badly that […]

This is what the hell we do.

As I’ve mentioned before, the kink community is like every other social matrix; it has good people in it, and it also has not-so-good people. The kink community is more vulnerable than most to those not-so-good people, because they can get at you in more intrusive, hurtful ways. == It was just before the local […]

Custom Job

“I’m just tired of falling for them harder than they fall for me,” Indi told me. “I know exactly how you feel.”  I said.  “But the reverse isn’t a lot of fun either.” It was a Saturday night and the AMUSE party was going full-tilt in the Theatre.   Although the bar proper was technically open […]

Happy Returns

It was mid-afternoon and not too busy at Floggin’ Brews. I was taking the opportunity to clean off and restock the liquor shelves behind the bar. It was tedious work, but a chore I enjoyed: the shelves were lit in a way that made the bottles glow, and the arrangement of shelves and bottles always […]

One step ahead of the (male) curve

Every community has its less desirable members. Got a noisy neighbor, obnoxiously drunk uncle, or a co-worker whose physical presence is no better than rubbing your tongue on a cheese grater? The kink community is no different. The problem there is that some non-desirables are worse than just annoying. == It was a busy Saturday […]

The Poetry Slam, Part 4

I don’t know who Mikhel hired to soundproof the Theatre, but they clearly knew what they were doing. The noise level from the Poetry Slam was either nonexistent (door closed) or deafening (door cracked open). Mikhel ran drinks back and forth to the Theatre. I mostly stayed at the bar, which truthfully was pretty quiet. […]

The Poetry Slam, Part 3

I took another full tray of Jägerbrews to the Theater door, and listened carefully to figure out if it was safe to enter. Nothing. I opened the door carefully, and quickly found out how good the soundproofing was. There was yelling, and the sounds of splintering wood and broken furniture, and howls of delight and pain. […]

The Poetry Slam, Part 2

“Pour another round. And remember. . . “ “Yes.” “Don’t get any on your hands.” Mikhel looked dead serious. I wasn’t sure what was in this Jägerbrew stuff, but after carefully filling the metal cups for the second round, I grabbed a pair of rubber gloves I use while cleaning, and pulled them on. Better […]