Germans and sexuality: "if it breathes, it’s fine"

Since I noticed that my readers –between whom there’s my teacher- like to read about sexuality and all the things that are related to that, I searched for a good subject to write about… and I found it! This weekend I went to Berlin, the European capital of openness and ‘love’. It was great to see this city again, especially the places where I’ve been. There are a lot of nice pubs, fancy clubs and cosy restaurants, but Oranienburg Strasse and Kit Kat Club are definitely THE places to be when you’re interested in getting hugs.

Since Oranienburg Strasse is just a street of prostitutes, it wasn’t that interesting. That’s why I went to Kit Kat, an erotic club situated in the heart of Germany’s biggest city. There was a dress code, which said that you could not wear casual clothing. I wore casual clothing. Fuck my life. Or not, ‘cause I knew someone who works there. She gave me a large piece of silk and smiled. Her malicious pleasure was too obvious.

Since there was not much I could do against it, I removed my clothes and wore it as a skirt. Regret came very soon, since the distinctive gay guys were looking very horny when I walked around in my lovely toga. In the beginning it seemed like all the people that were there had an unsatisfied desire to be themselves. That’s the reason why they –both men and women- wore black leather, costumes or steam punk stuff. It’s a relaxing way of having a beer with congeners. The atmosphere was exuberant and tolerant.

After having a couple of alcoholic drinks, I went to another room to see what was happening there. I was surprised when I saw the decoration. Animated pictures of beautiful blonde females being penetrated by highly unattractive –and probably unsatisfied- old men, a cage, a pole,… In two words: sex paradise. Human beings dressed up as imaginary creatures danced on the intense beat of the loud bass, while others laid on a sofa trying to fuck every object that moved or breathed. Girls giving lap dances, a handicapped guy that had no hands painting sexual scenes on women’s bodies and transvestites trying to hook up with young naïve flowers. It was a new experience to see all these underground actions, so I stayed a while, fascinated by this new, undiscovered world. I felt like Columbus! The Germans really know how to explore their sexuality… and they like it a lot.

When you write a blog, you have to do a lot of shitty things. But for you, my dear readers, I do it with pleasure. See you next week!