![Channeling Spirits with V.D. Cards, or, Why We Didn't Make It to the [Medicinal] Cannibus Cup in L.A.](/images/c/channelingspiritswithvdcards.gif)
That night, Critical Mass seemed to be ending around Chama River, as the sidewalk out front was swarmed with numerous two-wheelers in wool parkas and foamed, polymer-lined helmets. We had a plethora of different events to attend pre-Tiki Lounge, including a GLBT party, (with mysterious DIY peepshow and spanking/kissing booth), a reggae/ska bill down the street at The Launchpad, or the Southwest Annual Burlesque Showcase performing at the KIMO theater for $18-$25 per person. I wasn't sure my recently acquired Unlikely Stories Press Pass would get us a discount on the door price, (25$ is a little much to spend on a woman that takes her clothes off and doesn't give you a lapdance right?) and I thought the Dandykore Queer Valentines would be a little much for Frankie, who blatantly refused to pose for photos in the spanking booth being submissive to a twink, despite the explicit instructions of our editor.
"What if I were to be photographed being spanked, by a hot BDSM chick?" I asked.
"Is this even a serious question? We both know how things went down at the Sister last Saturday..."
Any trace of Frankie's initial enthusiasm about the Dandykore dampened soon after.
"You know it's going to be a huge swinger's party. There's always the possibility some old dude could try to rub his blue jean bulge against your leg as some kind of ‘signal'."
Although we both laughed about my awkwardness, I wanted him to understand that I was not the prude he saw at the FireParty that night. I had been around, to kinkier surroundings and events than the gathering of red-clad speed-daters and casual gropers.
I had been to one such club, in Phoenix some years ago. The admission price was $35 a head, unless you were a single woman...
They had a bar but you had to B.Y.O.B. My friend, Lorrie and I weren't 21 yet and there were only so many places we could go that wouldn't card; being young adults in Phoenix, well, there's only so much culture. Adult bookstores. Peep shows e.t.c.
We once pretended we wanted jobs at Dj's Dollhouse, just so we could see the other side of the coin-operated-viewing-window. Being educated in Phoenix, we didn't know how else to entertain ourselves- besides spying on strangers doing weird things. We sat at the bar in Sociables where several balding, middle-aged men approached with the previously mentioned dick-on-the-knee technique, while a ragged ex-stripper took to the pole and the stage.
"This is gross." I said to Lorrie. "I don't see a man or a woman I'd remotely consider fucking."
Before we left, we were approached by a young couple looking for 2 girls to join in a girl/girl/girl threesome with his wife.
Lorrie took their phone number. "I might call them." She said. "They can get X pills."
