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Issue 1: December 2017

MY INTRODUCTION TO KINK

by Mikael Devereux

hen I was first asked
to write this article, From there it was a Black cab
WI pondered long and to Vauxhall and The Hoist.
hard about what I wanted to
say, will it be any good not The drive from Soho had my
having sat down in front of a eyes on stalks. Watching the
keyboard since 2010. Should colours, people and traffic
it be warts and all? Or through stream across the glass in the
rose tinted lenses? window was almost hypnotic.
Pair that with the swoop of
SO MANY CHOICES! pterodactyls going ape shit in
my belly it’s not something I will
So, I’ll start with the beginning. ever forget.
Like most people my age my
kink exploration started online We pulled up at a very
through porn and chatting with inauspicious looking entrance
other guys in Gaydar Chat to an arch under Vauxhall over
(remember that?). My main ground station.
interest had been skinheads.
The look of a skin in bleachers The first thing that greeted us
and boots always got the blood as we made our way in was
flowing down below if you catch the smell of damp and earth,
my meaning… As is normal the air being cool and moist
when you frequent the same against my face
chatroom an online social circle
develops and some strong We paid our (exorbitant) door
friendships form. It was chatting fees and headed through the
in depth about the fetish scene arch dead ahead from the
in the UK that my eyes were street door. It was weird the
opened to clubs like The Hoist corridor seemed to absorb all
and backstreet and monthly sound so when stepping inside
nights such as Hard On as the Hoist proper it was like
well as XXL (not strictly fetish being physically smacked in
I know). Being from Newcastle the face by the sound system.
where there was zero kink and to be honest know just because you get on like two The club had two levels. The upper being
it’s not much better now it sounded on the arsonists in a match factory online doesn’t a metal platform hugging most of the
verge of fantastical. I wanted to dive head ensure chemistry in person. But there upper walls and above the bar itself.
first into these places of modern hedonism. were no awkward silences or feeling We ordered our drinks and settled on the
A friend promised that as soon as I cropped uncomfortable. It was as easy face to face upper level as a vantage point to drink in
my hair he would introduce me. as it was digitally. our surroundings.

A month before turning 21 I took the Eventually we arrived at the hotel in Earls Chat and beer were flowing freely in our
clippers out of the bag, plugged in and Court and had enough time to get ready little group and at one point I noticed
watched as multi-coloured locks of hair and all I can remember is how bloody long rhythmic pressure up and down my boots.
floated almost lazily groundward. it took me to lace up my new 20-hole docs Looking down I saw a guy in his late thirties
As promised a weekend in London was and how the laces gave me rope burns on really going to town with his tongue against
arranged. By sheer coincidence it was set my fingers, before long we headed out to the leather. My response was to ask “What
for the weekend of my turning 21. Getting our first stop of Compton’s in Soho. Then do I do? WHAT DO I DO?” out of the side
sat down on the train southwards I was the beer flowed and flowed and flowed. of my mouth. And was told to just let him
nervous as hell. I’d never been a It flowed so much the red cross could have keep licking. The night past this point was
particularly loud person and in some set up a fund for flooding victims. Then a bit of a blur, I do remember getting friend
situations, could be downright shy. moving onto The Quebec which truly was chicken waiting for a minicab to ferry us
an experience I’m unable to quantify with back to Earls Court. Fried Chicken after a
Getting off the train with the luggage and words alone. In fact, it would require a skin full in London has become a bit of a
trying to spot a recognisable face without flowchart, spreadsheet and power point pattern to be honest.
projectile vomiting was nothing short of presentation to just give an inkling of that
miraculous. Obviously, this was the first truly bizarre establishment where we That was just the first night. There’s still so
time we had met in person and as we all managed to sell a cohort for five pence. much more to tell…

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