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And so it was, I decided to go crazy and attend a fetish punk night I found through Fetlife. My main reasoning was, I haven't found a social scene I like yet over here, so this will be an interesting spin on what I usually do. And by the light of the moon, was I ever right about that one.

It was held at a place near my called 'Abode' and was pretty well attended. First thing they did was a skill share on 'flogging' which frankly, had nothing new to teach me haha. But after the drinks started flowing and the music got jacked up, I was talking to fucking EVERYONE. The main reason was pretty much my accent. If accents were fuckable, everyone at that event was having an orgy with mine. I couldn't start a conversation without someone approaching from one of my flanks and asking "Is that your REAL accent?". Even funnier, there was a guy in a kilt (albeit not a tartan one). I approached him and asked if he was Scottish, and he put on the most PAINFUL Scottish accent I've ever heard, and kept it up the ENTIRE conversation, hahah. He did have Scots heritage and all, but that was trying a little too hard to impress me. But through him, there were people swarming me, so it was a really good little adventure. Got utterly hammered on Bulmers, staggered home, bought a Slurpee (because why the fuck wouldn't I buy a Slurpee at 4am?) and crashed out having switched on my Notepad, but being WAY too drunk to even log in.

All in all, a successful night! Although the image of some of the larger transexuals dancing will fucking haunt me the rest of my days