German sex dates
So, for the sake of good journalism, I took off my pants (sorry, mom and dad!
) Even now, I’m not totally sure what the "dress code" officially is.
I felt self-conscious in the beginning, like I was stuck in one of those bad dreams where you forget to wear pants to school.
But then, you realize nobody else is wearing pants.
You could see that the setting was putting a heavy dose of spice into the relationship.
Herein lies the beauty of Berlin: this is a city renowned for people doing whatever they want, without being judged.
The website calls for latex, leather, costumes, uniforms, and glam evening wear. But I did see a few women in normal tops and pants.
My boyfriend also got in wearing jeans and a shirt.
Don't be like that couple that sat right next to me (when there were plenty of other spots around, might I add) who started grunting, screaming, hair-flipping, and nudging me in the side throughout their ride toward climax.
So when I recently arrived at a German sex club (in Downtown Berlin, naturally), I had to figure things out for myself.
It wasn't long before I gave myself over to the laser beams, crowds of glistening strangers in leather and lace, and thumping, heavy house music.
, American pop culture depicts German subculture as anywhere from kinky and intense to borderline frightening.
But when you move to Berlin, you hear nada about how to get around the city's underbelly of public sex, and diverse turn-ons and orientations... No, everyone is more concerned with telling you where to get the good currywurst and that JFK wasn’t really going on about donuts.