SEX & LOVE
Monday, 20 February 2012 21:25
No Sex in the Champagne Room
I’m a Danish girl living in Montréal, a city renowned for its raucous nightlife and raunchy underbelly. The strip club capital of North America, it was really just a matter of time before I was introduced to one. After all, almost every guy I know has been to a ‘gentleman’s club’, though some decidedly more frequently than others.
So one Friday night I decided to join some of my closest guy friends to see what all the fuss and fantasy was about.
The first thing I noticed as I walked through a metal detector and past two huge bouncers was the size of the place. It’s huge! I looked around, curious as to the cast with whom I would be sharing this experience and what I discovered didn’t surprise me much: they’re all men. But what did interest me was the variety of men, from all walks of life, every age and personality type you could possibly imagine.
Monday, 13 February 2012 03:01
Fetish Montreal - Step Outside Social Boundaries
As I pulled up my white fishnet stockings, attaching them to a hospital green PVC garter belt, I couldn’t help smiling. Wearing a barely-there nurse costume in a room full of strangers would be a new experience for me. While I have always tended toward exhibitionism, I also pride myself in modesty and good taste. Tonight, I would be checking those qualities at the door at Café Cleopatra, where Montreal’s monthly fetish event, Club Sin, would introduce me to the dark and mysterious world of the city’s fetish scene.
Fetish. What images does it bring to mind? A leather and latex-clad dominatrix thumping a wooden paddle and cracking a whip, perhaps? Sexy stilettos and fishnet stockings? Gimp suits and gags? Men dressed as French maids? Sexual deviance?
Wednesday, 18 January 2012 18:49
Poly-pleasure: The World of Musical Beds
Walking home in the rain, blind drunk, sending defamatory text messages to an ex and then discovering the absence of one’s keys might be considered tragic. I choose to view it as opportunity.
I behave myself for a month. But no partying (or sexual contact), coupled with yoga and meditation, for thirty days, and I start getting antsy. Do I get off the wagon?
Instead of getting off it, I decide to smash it to bits. My goal: to prove the doubters wrong by engaging in multiple fun and fulfilling relationships… simultaneously. Read on before you judge.
John. Yoga brings balance to my life. This time, however, it brings a little something more. After a year and a half of perving over the ripped, sweaty instructor at my studio, I decide to stalk him on Facebook and set the ball rolling.
Wednesday, 18 January 2012 17:43
Women's Lib? Feeling Good Vibrations
As I step into the darkness of La Capoterie on St Denis Street in Montreal, I am momentarily blinded as my eyes adjust to the dim light of the windowless store. The scent of artificial fruit hits my nose and I am transported back to Toronto in the nineties when my friends and I used to linger in the Condom Shack on Queen Street, gawking at the various sex toys and array of colourful scented condoms, body paints and bondage paraphernalia.
At eighteen I bought my first vibrator – a flexible penis named Purple Peter. After I broke up with my first serious boyfriend my best friend drove me to a sex shop. We shyly checked out the models, feeling the pulsation-power and texture of the devices until I found “the one”.