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The secret shame of Da's sordid past
Oh, yeah, there was one more thing I meant to report on Tuesday. In the bus on the way to Wally World, I ran into someone from my days in Bear Naked. I'd completely forgotten he lived in Rogers Park; perhaps I never knew it. He asked if I'd been to a "BNC" event lately and I had to tell them that I've left that lifestyle behind me for now.
What was it like? BNC had monthly events and, for a while, Nuphy and I were regular attendees. The first one I went to was in the suburbs, but the group got such a warm reception at Deek's that it became the regular meeting place. In its original incarnation, Deek's was a legendary leather bar in Boystown that got shut down (due to drug use, according to the rumours I've heard). That was before my time. I knew it in its reincarnation as a gay guesthouse with a difference in Rogers Park.
The difference is a fully-equipped dungeon in the basement.
BNC would rent out the space and charge $10/head for horny guys to come in, take off their clothes, and do what they felt like. This makes it sound all much more sordid than...well, actually, it probably sounds exactly as sordid as it was. But you wouldn't imagine from that description that a substantial portion of the receipts went to cheesecake and pizza and many people (such as I) would spend more time standing around gabbing than they would sucking and prodding. Heck, I can remember evenings where I had as much fun dancing as I did fooling around with anyone.
Case in point, I don't know if I ever fooled around with the guy on the bus at Deeks, despite the fact that, as one of the volunteers who kept the organisation going, he was there almost every time. (Maybe once for old time's sake before I quit the scene; it's hard to remember.) But I chatted with him every time. Like a lot of BNC attendees, he's in that class of people I wouldn't go out of my way to track down but who I really miss running into.
If only there were some way to see them still without having to get naked...
What was it like? BNC had monthly events and, for a while, Nuphy and I were regular attendees. The first one I went to was in the suburbs, but the group got such a warm reception at Deek's that it became the regular meeting place. In its original incarnation, Deek's was a legendary leather bar in Boystown that got shut down (due to drug use, according to the rumours I've heard). That was before my time. I knew it in its reincarnation as a gay guesthouse with a difference in Rogers Park.
The difference is a fully-equipped dungeon in the basement.
BNC would rent out the space and charge $10/head for horny guys to come in, take off their clothes, and do what they felt like. This makes it sound all much more sordid than...well, actually, it probably sounds exactly as sordid as it was. But you wouldn't imagine from that description that a substantial portion of the receipts went to cheesecake and pizza and many people (such as I) would spend more time standing around gabbing than they would sucking and prodding. Heck, I can remember evenings where I had as much fun dancing as I did fooling around with anyone.
Case in point, I don't know if I ever fooled around with the guy on the bus at Deeks, despite the fact that, as one of the volunteers who kept the organisation going, he was there almost every time. (Maybe once for old time's sake before I quit the scene; it's hard to remember.) But I chatted with him every time. Like a lot of BNC attendees, he's in that class of people I wouldn't go out of my way to track down but who I really miss running into.
If only there were some way to see them still without having to get naked...
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No kidding-- I think you actually could draw a map on graph paper, given the level of detail. With descriptive powers like that, I'd suggest that
(As it was, I was imagining our band of doughty adventurers coming upon the scene. "Guiar casts a cure spell on the human undergoing torture with wooden pallets and then moves to free him. Calanar does a detect magic on the items in the bookcases, but doesn't try to open them till Owlet can check for traps. Korgrim, seeing that none of the denizens are armed, shouts an invocation to Kord and moves to grapple with the largest of them. Owlet tests out the contents of one of the potion bottles on the windowsill by placing a drop on his tongue. Davis, reconnoitering the other rooms, discovers an item enchanted to produce a continuous illusion complete with sound...")
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