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I aim to use this blog to get things off my chest, capture my exploits, write some real porn...! All I write really happens, if I ever post fiction I will make this clear in the blog title ;). Feel free to comment if you feel that you have something to add, or just to let me know your thoughts. Lately this is all about dollification and latex, but that changes quite frequently....

Sunday 22 May 2011

Fetish Clubbing - Do I expect too much I wonder...

The rather shocking experience last night made me wonder, what are we willing to accept to be able to indulge in our fetish? There aren't that many clubs around and my personal favourite had its time and seem to have died in silence, but that is not what I want to write about, I want you to ask yourself, how awful have the standards to be that you stand up and complain and not go back till things are better? You wouldn't pay £18 to get into a vanilla Club of the same size and state, but you happily pay it for a Fetish Club, have we lost our mind?

We ventured to Club Rub last night, I personally never been before but I went to a lot of excellent and some average Fetish Clubs before, but last night truly topped this, average is not the right word, dire is, or appalling. We checked the website for ticket prices and where abouts the club is now located, finding that it has 'moved' again and we thought that can only mean the old venue wasn't good and the new one is an improvement. Well, I was mistaken. We arrived and the lady at the till was struggling as she hasn't had enough change and two of my friends had to wait till someone went to the bar and got some more, I went inside as I was desperate for the ladies and my first impression was 'ugh, it's hot in here, how am I going to survive wearing all the rubber' but first things first, finding the ladies. At the door we were informed that there is a changing area on the far left upstairs and that there is another toilet, but the toilets would be on the right in the venue if I'd prefer that. I couldn't find the stairs to the far left upstairs!!! So I gave up and went to the ladies toilets first, nearly falling over as the dancefloor had a round edge and was poorly lid, reaching the door I was surprised to find two toilets for all the people, the door of the cubicle actually nearly touching the toilet seat so you have to squeeze in next to the loo to actually get in and out again, surely that would have been even more fun all covered in latex, happy days, glad it didn't came to this.

I then went again to find the upstairs changing area....the only problem with that, there wasn't one. I found the door, the stairs were dark and I had my 2nd experience of nearly falling over as I couldn't see the first step, the lights were out, half way up they came back on, and I could actually see what I'm doing. Reaching the top I found my two friends again, one standing in the corridor and one half way inside the one toilet we talked earlier about, but there was no changing area. At that point I had enough for my liking and said that I will go home and ask my money back on my way out.

I went downstairs again, half way down the stairs the lights suddenly went again, what a fun thing to have, I'm sure that doesn't conform with any health and safety regulations, but I made it without accident and that's the main thing. I got to the till and told them briefly how disappointed I am and that I nearly fell twice( wearing flats, not even heels) in the couple minutes I was in there and asked my money back which was handed to me without discussion, although I got some puzzled looks from the girl behind the till.
I went outside and got my phone out to look up how to get home, glad I did stick around a few minutes as one of my friends was calling after me just as I started to walk down the road. She's seen enough too and decided to come with me, asked for a refund and left.

We talked about the just experienced and were both shocked about what was offered, the conditions, people accepting this blindly and paying a lot of money for it. She then told me that 4 of our friends which were in a different taxi actually changed in the outside smoking area as there was nowhere space to do so... In short, it was hot, poorly lid to the level of dangerous when the lights suddenly went off whilst you climb the stairs, there was no changing area, we couldn't see a cloakroom.

So now to the question in the title, do I expect too much? I don't think so. We went to Clubs which all charge around that mark, Club Pedestal, Surrender, Club Crimson did ... and they are held in much bigger and nicer venues; the maximum I would have accepted to pay last night would be a fiver and that still is generous.

I don't think we should accept conditions like that, I feel like we are treating ourselves not with the respect we deserve. This is London! Capital of Fetish and Filth, what have we done??? If I would have travelled from say Germany to attend this club night I would never do it ever again. If this would have been a vanilla Club night, people would have complained. So why do we accept poor conditions and cramped, hot venues? You spend a fortune on your outfits, then you go and spend even more on taxis etc, you have to pack a bag if you don't want to travel in full rubber on public transport and scare the nillas and then they charge you a lot of money for storing your bag, if there is a cloakroom and a lot of money to get in, not even talking about the bar prices now. Seriously not ok and as far as I'm concerned this Club night goes straight into the category 'never again'. A shame, because I was looking forward to showing off my white Jane Doe latex...