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I tried a ride that involved getting my nipples stimulated with electricity. The station’s host uses something called the Electro Erotic Neon Wand, an apparatus I had never heard of. The sensation is the same as touching an electro ball with my hand. She asks if I want to try it on my bare nipples. But I took the safer route and did it over my dress. After that, I was a spectator for the rest of the evening. I turned to a person in a bear costume. His domain was the cuddling station, which consisted of a white mattress placed next to the hot wax station. The furry creature gathered quite a following. So did his friend: a slender male wearing assless chaps and furry rainbow-colored boots. He was down on all fours, crawling around the “Puppyluv Play Zone.” I stopped in front of him, bent over, and fed him a cookie from the dog snack jar. If I were into Puppyluv, he would have done whatever the hell I asked him to. Then, a busty girl with ivory skin wearing a black and red corset asked me if I wanted to try the Magic Saddle, an erotic version of the mechanical bull. I passed. But, the girl behind me enjoyed the vibrating saddle enough for both of us. The girl rode it as the curvy mistress gently whipped her nipples. The people who run the stations have major experience with BDSM and other fetishes. They’re invested in these sexual subcultures and are pleased to show off their talents. “They are there to help and teach,” Castillo says. “Most of those who come to the party are baby queers, or people who are curios but have never had any experience with fetishes or BDSM.” Despite it being 2013, a big chunk of society is still afraid of anything that steps outside of a man and a woman doing it missionary style. If conservatives deem it offensive for straight people to express their kinky side, then there is no adjective negative enough to describe their stand on mixing LGBTQ with BDSM. Castillo hopes that fetish parties can serve as icebreakers and ignite more conversations among queers and straights about sex and everything that derives from it. The Queer Play Party was a brief introduction to the fetish world. It is perfect for people who have gotten over that initial fear of trying or watching or talking about these things. After leaving the party, I realized that the orgydungeonlike setting I had created in my head was a silly assumption derived from lack of knowledge. “We truly have created a safe, intimate place for sexual exploration and selfdiscovery,” Castillo says. “I’ve seen people come in scared, and covered up, to their first party. Then, by the second one, they show up topless and ready to try every ride. Sex is fun, and we have energy to burn.”
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BY DAVID MENDEZ AN D NOELLE HARO-GOME Z, dmendez@tucsonweekl y.com Wallpapered with photos, letters, posters and the occasional Alcoholics Ano nymous chip, the Meet Rack is one of Tucson’s most beloved dive bars . Each item displayed is a trophy of sorts, from the bras on the ceiling, to the photo of Arnold Schwarzenneger “taking [a woman’s] temperature ,” to the stories detailing the mayoral candidacies of Jim “God” Anderson, the Meet Rack’s “consultant” (Anderson’s daughter hold s the liquor license, as he’s “not allowed to anym ore,” he says). Most
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GYNO CHAIR: This is a relic, succeeding the dentist chair that was in Anderson’s old bar, Someplace Else. This hydraulic gynecologist’s chair was originally purchased in 1953 for $8,000 by a regular to Anderson’s bar, and was donated to the Duty Hut with one condition, according to Anderson: “He said, ‘the only thing I ask is if I ever come over here and want to demonstrate to somebody, that I can use it.’ Fine by me.”
BRAS AND UNDERWEAR : “Girls come in, and they say ‘How come the bras are up there?’ I say, ‘Well, if you give me your bra we’ll put it up there and I’ll take you r picture.’ They say ‘do I get a drink?’ No! Of course you don’t get a drink.”
STOCKADE: According to Anderson, “Who do you think always gets in the stockade? The girls. You’d have to get a gun to get me in there.” But it’s kept around—likely because “when a girl is in here, she has a hard time saying no—this is where you’re the commander,” he says. “Do you happen to know the male superior position for making love? All of them.”
ALARM BELL: The bell, hanging above the door to the women’s restroom, is part of a prank played on every woman who buys a condom from the machine in the restroom. The machine, when activated, activates a buzzer at the bar. When the door opens, the bartenders ring the bell, hit a gong, and join the chorus of barflies who yell “SLUT!” at the poor soul holding the rubber.