Karaoke at a sex club calls for eccentric appearances and diverse crowds
Excited by what was sure to be an unforgettable evening, I traded in my usual T-shirt and jeans for an all-black elegant-goth ensemble. I wore a tiny, frilly skirt with little suspender straps attached to the back; a see-through shirt with a tightly cinched corset over the top; sheer stockings; and (of course) patent-leather heels. My boyfriend chose a dapper outfit of black slacks, white button-down, black vest, loafers, and a newsboy cap.
We arrived to the club which, as many such places do, bore a nondescript facade and offered its only entrance through the back. This particular Friday was billed for couples and those who presented as femme, with a cover charge for single males (pretty standard for events such as this). There was a fairly decent mix of people spilling into the venue who spanned all walks of life, gender identification, and relationship dynamics. It was great to see everyone mingling without judgment or reservations.