Sinning Your Way to Salvation with Club HELL And Fetish Nation
I went out there
In search of experience
To taste and to touch
And to feel as much
As a man can
Before he repents
-The Wanderer (U2)
As I write these words, Johnny Cash’s voice is hanging in the air, along with the smoke from a never-ending supply of incense. Somehow, in these late hours, things begin to take on new and different shapes, changing as they do like the lights behind the burning Nag Champa.
Tonight, we found another darkened corner of this town that a lot of people won‘t see. They’ll stay in their comfortable spaces, wearing respectable clothes and keeping their days filled with safety and their nights free from discovery.
They most certainly won’t follow in the footsteps of Smash LeFunk, who in the last hour I’ve seen drink enough whiskey to paralyze, take pictures of a woman who was half-naked while being tied up and spanked (the woman, not Smash), and then end up on the ground on the way back to the car.
All of this, of course, leads to a certain sense of sorrow, not for Mr. LeFunk, and not even for the spanked woman, but for those who need the protection of the familiar. There’s power in the unknown, and there are so many new experiences to have on any given night here in Los Angeles that even those who have come here from places far and cold where people live like Puritans can have their perspectives changed with ten dollars and an open mind.
Two such adventures? Club HELL and Fetish Nation. Organized by Kontrolled Chaos, Inc., which is composted of HELL Kitty and DJ Robo-DM, these events, according to their creators, “tend to focus on different dark elements of the world (for HELL) and highlight different fetishes (Fetish Nation), which helps to create both diverse and dynamic crowds.”
You’ll find Lust (“fetish shows, go-go dancers, and an extremely hot crowd”) along with Gluttony (“intoxication to excess”) here, and you’ll probably discover some things about yourself that you didn’t know previously.
“We began our residency at the Ivar in January 2007, and have continued to blow your minds every fourth Wednesday of the month ever since,” they said. There are only so many occasions in your life where you’ll see a girl being “pleasured” by a power tool which could only have come from the professional section of Home Depot. I say “pleasured” in quotes, because I’m still not sure if she liked it or not. She was tied up and screaming, but in this place, that means very little, since it’s happening in all corners of the room. To all kinds of people. Lawyers, doctors, bankers...
But these places force you out of your head. You spend a lot of your time worrying about the health of your bank account, or your social calendar, or whether or not you’ll soon need to be vaccinated for H1N1. It’s hard to lose this negative energy when you’re out trying to have a good time, unless you’re in a place which does it for you. When some scantily-clad pirate runs by and smacks you with a whip, you’re made to live in the moment.
To taste and feel as much as you can.
And why not?
You’ll have plenty of time to repent.
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