Thursday, January 19, 2006
Lo And Behold, A Girlie Party! (Pt.1)
It was a nervous week here in San Francisco. One of the oldest and longest running sex parties is now defunct. The Black Sheets are no more, for whatever the reasons. The ones offered were rather vague. They were kind of tired hosting parties. But suffice to say, the female population probably breathed a sigh of relief when another group got together and decided to stage an all-girl party.
All-girl sex parties are few and far between, even in a place like San Francisco. They happen a lot more in the BDSM world, at places like Power Exchange and The Citadel. But "regular" whitebread kinds of parties don't occur that often.
This one was scheduled into another "alternative" facility in the Mission District for a Saturday night. Apparently the word spread quickly, the thing sold out very fast. One hundred women signed up and the waiting list was already forming.
I started to get my hopes up. This outfit has thrown parties in other places before, hopefully they know their business.
The venue was an excellent choice for the size of this group. Basically it was one main room, with smaller rooms off it. In the central area they set up the food, a nice spread of the usual fruits, veggies, dips, cheeses, breads. But again, no alcohol, not even wine. I suspect this is because the lesbian community has a built-in fear almost of women getting snookered in public. Alcoholism and other addictions are still as prevalent in the gay community as they were in my coming out days. So if you want a toot on something, or a quick nip, you'd better find it elsewhere on your way in the door.
Women start gathering by nine, they've asked the rsvpd people to be there by then, the waiting list crowd will then be allowed entry.
People seemed as uncertain as I was about how to dress. There was nothing totally skimpy, I guess the girls don't want to walk in looking like complete sluts at the outset. So we saw a range of dress. I had my customary black jeans long black shirt look, half the crowd wore pants or jeans, the other half made an effort to dress up.
Okay, so it's a schizoid crowd, I said to myself. But I liked the variety of the people right away. You had a fair number of black girls, one or two asians, the rest of us were caucasian. Sometimes in clubs you see this kind of good mix, a lot of times though the various ethnicities hang together. Not a big hostile thing, it just seems to work that way.
We had butchy girls, we had femmy girls, we had skinny little asses like me, and we had big girls. I don't think we came close to a hundred women, but at the peak there must have been around 70 women there. Not bad at all.
The food and dance areas occupy most of the main room, there is a small stage at the back end where the emcee and the dancers will perform later. Off to the side is a curtained off room, the "Make Out Room," it is designated, with chairs and sofas. Next to that is a smaller, beaded doorway leading into the "Play Room." There are mattresses and massage tables in here. It is the smallest room, they are not expecting a world of people to use it, but it is just the right size I would say.
All-girl sex parties are few and far between, even in a place like San Francisco. They happen a lot more in the BDSM world, at places like Power Exchange and The Citadel. But "regular" whitebread kinds of parties don't occur that often.
This one was scheduled into another "alternative" facility in the Mission District for a Saturday night. Apparently the word spread quickly, the thing sold out very fast. One hundred women signed up and the waiting list was already forming.
I started to get my hopes up. This outfit has thrown parties in other places before, hopefully they know their business.
The venue was an excellent choice for the size of this group. Basically it was one main room, with smaller rooms off it. In the central area they set up the food, a nice spread of the usual fruits, veggies, dips, cheeses, breads. But again, no alcohol, not even wine. I suspect this is because the lesbian community has a built-in fear almost of women getting snookered in public. Alcoholism and other addictions are still as prevalent in the gay community as they were in my coming out days. So if you want a toot on something, or a quick nip, you'd better find it elsewhere on your way in the door.
Women start gathering by nine, they've asked the rsvpd people to be there by then, the waiting list crowd will then be allowed entry.
People seemed as uncertain as I was about how to dress. There was nothing totally skimpy, I guess the girls don't want to walk in looking like complete sluts at the outset. So we saw a range of dress. I had my customary black jeans long black shirt look, half the crowd wore pants or jeans, the other half made an effort to dress up.
Okay, so it's a schizoid crowd, I said to myself. But I liked the variety of the people right away. You had a fair number of black girls, one or two asians, the rest of us were caucasian. Sometimes in clubs you see this kind of good mix, a lot of times though the various ethnicities hang together. Not a big hostile thing, it just seems to work that way.
We had butchy girls, we had femmy girls, we had skinny little asses like me, and we had big girls. I don't think we came close to a hundred women, but at the peak there must have been around 70 women there. Not bad at all.
The food and dance areas occupy most of the main room, there is a small stage at the back end where the emcee and the dancers will perform later. Off to the side is a curtained off room, the "Make Out Room," it is designated, with chairs and sofas. Next to that is a smaller, beaded doorway leading into the "Play Room." There are mattresses and massage tables in here. It is the smallest room, they are not expecting a world of people to use it, but it is just the right size I would say.
And did the girls use it? I saw several people go in and out, I heard they did, but every time I went to check up on them (yes, I floated around and checked up on everybody), the room looked empty to me. One young woman whittled herself down to her bare titties in the course of the evening, but there was no other raging full frontal nudity.
But was the party therefore a dud? No, for girls playing together, it was not a bad start.
TO BE CONTINUED
