Saturday night, CSI-Guy and I drove up to Charlotte to check out the most popular fetish show in the Southeast, Purgatory. DJ Shrapnel, who we both know from his nights spinning in Augusta, was going to be pounding out the tunes, and I was more than a little curious to see the “play-station” antics.
First, let me talk about the locations. Amos’ South End, on the edge of downtown Charlotte, is my dream club. I’ve always said that if I had the money, I would build a nightclub. This place is exactly how I would design mine. There is decent stage with a good-sized dance floor in front. The sound booth is centrally located behind the dance floor so that the sound techs can actually hear what the dancers are hearing. Surrounding the stage and dance floor is an upstairs balcony. On the opposite end of the building from the stage it’s quiet. You can still hear the music, but it won’t drown out a conversation. I love this place.
Now, Purgatory lines the upstairs balcony with play-stations, which are basically places where you can volunteer to be spanked, flogged, tickled, paddled, etc. The people delivering these are not volunteers, but professionals. You only get to volunteer for the receiving end. (I was a bit put out by that, but I did manage to talk to some of the pros and get some tips.) There was also another station which tiny electric current from something called a violet wand, and I found this thing absolutely fascinating. I want one. (Though I’d probably never use it on anyone.)
Anyway, the play was fun to observe. I’ve always been fascinated by the psychology behind BDSM, and I spent most of the evening upstairs. Downstairs had a bondage swing set up, where people could volunteer to be hog-tied, strapped into the rig, and swung back and forth over the crowd for a bit. It was pretty cool to watch.
For the non-fetish crowd, I have to say that the music alone is worth going for. (Of course I am assuming that everyone likes industrial music mixed to a good dance beat.) The dance floor was full the entire night.
And if you’re not a closet-fetishist and not a fan of the thumping bass, then maybe you should just check it out for the people. I’m not talking about watching the people who are dressed in the PVC outfits and whatnot, though there’s plenty of people-watching to be had there, I’m talking about the people behind the costumes. I’ve said it a million times, and I’ll continue saying it until I’m proven wrong. Behind the angry music, the spankings, and the leather corsets… these people are some of the nicest, friendliest folks you’ll ever meet.