This past Friday night was arguably one of the funniest, albeit most surreal experiences of my life. On Friday night, my roommates decided to have a party. Since my best friend had flown in from Ann Arbor for the weekend, I figured we would stick around to what happened. You must understand that live in a Real World-esque environment with three other people: a bi-sexual gothic dominatrix, an 18 year old sports crazed video gameaholic that is still trying to figure out who he is and a rather nave 20 year old American Eagle obsessed girl. With each of them inviting their respective groups of friends there was quite the cultural clash. Picture this:
A three-story house, painted light beige, cascading over the street below. Situated on the second floor, aptly dubbed the naked porch, are some twenty people, intermixing, gothic clothes, remnants of Abercrombie and the GAP strewn about with various undergarments, tits being stretched over the railing and a crowd of onlookers below taking in the Mardi Gras delight. There were no beads being tossed about. The necklaces were replaced by a macabre of horse bridles, sword sheaths and hospital needles, whipping, caressing, poking and prodding. One of the highlights was seeing a drunken frat boy trying to get ass from one of the dominatrixes. She led him on and then insisted on whipping all in good fun. He took one of the most brutal beatings I have ever witnessed, even she was impressed. He was rewarded with a hand job that was eventually retired to the bathroom so that no one had to watch. Thank god. I mean there are limits. It was not one of the prettiest sights.
Another highlight, watching a girl have hypodermic needles inserted in her double C breasts, writhing with pleasure as the blood trickled down her chest, and then a guy and girl swoop in to lick the crimson trail, kissing her in between to share in the vampirism. Of course there was also a room full of drunken 18-20 year olds that were inebriated and being fondled by the frat boy posse, while the Goths looked on disparagingly. It was worth its weight in gold to see the intermingling of cultures, how each refers to other glibly as weird, unusual, and fucked-up. Nothing like hearing a 6 foot 8 inch man
dressed in gothic drag, equipped with stiletto heels and four inch long nails, complaining to a 5 foot + Banana Republic beauty about the difficulties of walking in heels. It was a surreal, but beautiful moment actually. .
My best boy crashed at about 2am and I escorted two lovely exhibitionists into my room and the proceeded to jump all over him, tearing off his clothes and biting all over his body. Once this started, I just closed the door and returned to the chaos outside. It almost felt like the movie Caligula that was banned in most countries around the world for gratuitous, lascivious behavior. The tapper to the keg was stolen, a police citation was written and an attractive female police officer almost detained my 18 year old roommate and me for having an attitude problem. At some point I started to drunken dial people, but don't remember anything that was said or if I talked to anyone. A true clashing of worlds that ended in debauchery and good times for all.
My faith in humanity is being restored, slowly, but surely. Once I can track down some pictures, Ill be sure and share them.
A three-story house, painted light beige, cascading over the street below. Situated on the second floor, aptly dubbed the naked porch, are some twenty people, intermixing, gothic clothes, remnants of Abercrombie and the GAP strewn about with various undergarments, tits being stretched over the railing and a crowd of onlookers below taking in the Mardi Gras delight. There were no beads being tossed about. The necklaces were replaced by a macabre of horse bridles, sword sheaths and hospital needles, whipping, caressing, poking and prodding. One of the highlights was seeing a drunken frat boy trying to get ass from one of the dominatrixes. She led him on and then insisted on whipping all in good fun. He took one of the most brutal beatings I have ever witnessed, even she was impressed. He was rewarded with a hand job that was eventually retired to the bathroom so that no one had to watch. Thank god. I mean there are limits. It was not one of the prettiest sights.
Another highlight, watching a girl have hypodermic needles inserted in her double C breasts, writhing with pleasure as the blood trickled down her chest, and then a guy and girl swoop in to lick the crimson trail, kissing her in between to share in the vampirism. Of course there was also a room full of drunken 18-20 year olds that were inebriated and being fondled by the frat boy posse, while the Goths looked on disparagingly. It was worth its weight in gold to see the intermingling of cultures, how each refers to other glibly as weird, unusual, and fucked-up. Nothing like hearing a 6 foot 8 inch man
dressed in gothic drag, equipped with stiletto heels and four inch long nails, complaining to a 5 foot + Banana Republic beauty about the difficulties of walking in heels. It was a surreal, but beautiful moment actually. .
My best boy crashed at about 2am and I escorted two lovely exhibitionists into my room and the proceeded to jump all over him, tearing off his clothes and biting all over his body. Once this started, I just closed the door and returned to the chaos outside. It almost felt like the movie Caligula that was banned in most countries around the world for gratuitous, lascivious behavior. The tapper to the keg was stolen, a police citation was written and an attractive female police officer almost detained my 18 year old roommate and me for having an attitude problem. At some point I started to drunken dial people, but don't remember anything that was said or if I talked to anyone. A true clashing of worlds that ended in debauchery and good times for all.
My faith in humanity is being restored, slowly, but surely. Once I can track down some pictures, Ill be sure and share them.