“A woman whose smile is open and whose expression is glad has a kind of beauty no matter what she wears.”

~ Anne Roiphe, American Feminist and Author

The numeral “five” … is a very good number. It is one of the easiest for grade school students to ‘compute’ when doing their multiplication tables. It’s a convenient unit of currency – eclipsed perhaps only by a nice, round $10-spot or, in some cases, a fatter, newer $20 dollar bill. The number “five” holds significance in most of our daily rituals: everything from designations of degrees on cooking ranges to telling time on clocks are essential, if not completely taken-for-granted, everyday, natural occurrences. “Five”, or multiples thereof, is also an important designation when marking annual events such as birthdays, anniversaries, award ceremonies … and cherished annual events.

Naturally, a 75^th Anniversary of a recurring event is a tremendous cause for celebration. Perhaps a 5^th Annual Celebration may seem tame by comparison. That is, unless that 5^th Anniversary happens to be celebrating the growth and continuous evolution of an exciting new event. Just such a circumstance transpired in New York City, during the Martin Luther King holiday weekend of January 14 – 16, 2011.

It was a little over five years ago, in New York City and in November 2006, that a small but dedicated group captained by long-time latex enthusiast, designer, promoter and New York fetish fixture The Baroness and an ambitious gentleman named Unit1421 decided that the time had come to create a competition that celebrated the allure and sensuality, and advanced the awareness of latex as a truly viable garment medium (and not just for Fetishists). Over the past five years, the competition has been fortunate enough to have had some stellar individuals compete for the title of Miss Rubber World – including such known latex personalities Steffy the Rubber Doll (2008 winner) and Jean Bardot (2009 winner).

According to The Baroness, the competition “really came of age” in 2010. That year was notable because it had “less attitude and more substance”, she said, and featured the work of (then) up and coming latex enthusiast Dawnamatrix, a well-liked and very well respected latex garment designer who calls Rhode Island home. Her journey into rubber life unto itself is incredible: Dawnamatrix spent years teaching in Japan and has become world-renown for her latex Kimono designs, and is viewed within the latex community as the “authority” on producing latex appliqués and overlays on her pieces.

It isn’t a stretch to suggest that Dawnamatrix brought some real positive attention, and some very welcome credibility, to Miss Rubber World in 2010 – she did, in fact, outright win the title. This year, she returned as one of the judges for the 2011 Miss Rubber World competition. Dawnamatrix, according to several sources, was the first contestant who clearly outshone her peers in all three competition segments: the Traditional Catwalk, Question Period, and the piece of latex performance art called Latex Fantasy.

Of the three components to the competition, it is the Latex Fantasy portion that the judges tend to attribute the heaviest opinion regarding their overall decision as to who will become Miss Rubber World. The Catwalk segment, as suggested, does include an element of fetish modeling – but what makes it unique is that it gives the contestants a chance to exhibit creations of their own making, and many Miss Rubber World competitors have manufactured many of their own outfits for the show. The Question Period is vital as it gives the competitors a chance to relate to the judges, and the audience, important answers as to appropriate latex-themed questions – and provides a valuable insight into each of the contestant’s attitude and comportment. The Latex Fantasy, however, is the segment that provides the best opportunity to impress the gathering. This point will become critical to our story a little later on.

The contestants this year for the crown, as outlined above, assembled in New York City amidst an icy, snow-filled cold weather snap. More than just a few of the participants had to battle the ill effects of a determined, and particularly nasty, winter virus. They came together from different parts of the world (mostly the United States) in order to vie not only for the coveted rubber sash traditionally given to the winner of the Miss Rubber World competition, but for an array of impressive prize packages that had been generously donated from admirable fetish fashion and accessory houses across the globe. The list of donations for the Prize Packages reads like a veritable “who’s who” within the global latex community, with corporations from Australia, Austria, Brazil, Canada, Denmark, France, Germany, Hungary, South Africa, Spain, the United Kingdom and the United States all supplying lucrative and impressive prizes for the Crown Winner, as well as the First and Second Runners-Up.

Initially, there were supposed to be eight competitors for the Miss Rubber World sash. Sadly, due to a variety of reasons (mostly illness but in one case because of lost luggage), three of the contestants had to withdraw on the eve of the competition. That left five very beautiful and talented young ladies to figuratively tussle for the covetted Crown. One of the competitors, Toronto’s Archean, had more than just an ugly flu bug to battle. Traveling with her entourage, she had an array of competition outfits and items that she would later admit she was terrified was “going to give them some serious grief at the USA/Canada border.” Needless to say, Archean (and her travel companions Mad Scientist and their lovely and incredibly talented minion, Droidsy) had some anxious moments with Customs Agents once they arrived at the Border Crossing.

“The journey could generously be described as completely miserable,” Archean said. “Not only was I sick the entire way but it seemed like the entire universe was conspiring to make sure we didn’t make it to New York City.” The temptation to relate the entire, sordid details of their epic journey to New York City within this narrative is very strong – but it’s really too good a story for a third-party to relate. Truly, a more horrifying but hilariously-related travel tale related to Miss Rubber World 2011 simply doesn’t exist – but thankfully, Archean (and her beloved life and business partner, Mad Scientist) will be relating that story in its entirely within the pages of their new venture: a fantastic new latex-based website named Rubberlesque. Part of the new website, which will be devoted to introducing new enthusiasts to the joys of rubber life as well as taking an active role in educational opportunities and (somewhat) activist causes by expanding their highly-respected “Knockoff Knockdown” (wherein Archean and Mad Scientist aggressively take to task any number of so-called “designers” who very clearly steal the design ideas and techniques of others) and “Rubber Relationship Advice” concepts, will feature the video footage from Archean’s impressive Latex Fantasy competition segment.

Remember: earlier it was mentioned how important the Latex Fantasy segment was in determining who was crowned Miss Rubber World. It would be a serious disservice to reveal exactly what Archean’s Latex Fantasy performance actually consisted of – suffice to say it was definitely a “wow I didn’t see that coming” moment for all who witnessed it – but what we can say is that, in essence, her performance told her story of her growing interest, and eventual immersion into, rubber fetish expressionism. In short, it was polished, it was professional – and it was brilliant. (Note: The performance will be available for viewing in its entirety soon on the new Rubberlesque website. It will be well worth the wait!) Archean was aided in her performance by talented, well-known and respected rope and bondage artist, the incomparable Lotuslily, who graciously volunteered her time in the spirit of friendship, to render some much-appreciated assistance.

Her performance was also more than enough for the judges to crown Archean as Miss Rubber World 2011 – the first time a contestant from Canada’s largest city has won the sash. Popular New York latex performer Jade Vixen, for the second year in a row, was First Runner-Up and the irrepressible Lydia Lael was Second Runner-Up. The other contestants were Mistress Killspree, a popular club fixture from Boston and Sienna Aldridge, a classically-trained ballet dancer and fetish model/performer from New York City.

“Any of those girls would have been a worthy Miss Rubber World,” The Baroness said. “Lydia Lael was so incredibly cute with her performance! The combination of water with latex always has a lovely appeal. Jade Vixen’s performance was so incredibly intricate, so beautiful. She played to the crowd’s strengths – wearing a hood, putting on stockings, doing some simple things which crowds just love. It was a really close competition.”

“The political part of a competition like Miss Rubber World is unavoidable, but it’s also necessary and very important,” The Baroness continued. “That has been reflected time and again, during Miss Rubber World and in other important competitions. In order to be an effective ambassador – as any title holder is expected to be – you need to be able to play the politics game well. It takes a really exceptional person to overcome some of the solid connections that people can and do make in this life.”

“In the end, Archean might well have not won the sash, it was really that close – but she clearly won everyone over, especially with her performance in the Latex Fantasy. It’s easy to call the Latex Fantasy portion of the competition a ‘talent component’, and to a degree it is – but she showed us something very unique and certainly worthy of being Miss Rubber World. There was no question at the end of her performance, who rose to the top and who the real sash winner would be.”

This year undeniably was special. The Miss Rubber World Competition has evolved – and the bar continues to be raised each and every year. It is becoming one of the “Must Not Miss” fetish events on the annual New York City fetish calendar. The competition is drawing more talented and certainly more complete candidates. “The judges and I felt that this year, the competitors showed us a complete package,” The Baroness said. “Archean’s use of her equipment and her choice in color palette overall was really exquisite. She showed us something that, believe it or not, people in New York City don’t see a lot of especially at fetish events. People don’t want to sit and watch just a beauty pageant: they want to be entertained. Archean was absolutely entertaining.”

One of the most important aspects, and most significant consequences sure to come from Archean’s being awarded the 2011 pink latex sash as Miss Rubber World, is her awareness of the responsibility in becoming an actual ambassador within the entire latex community. “I believe what Miss Rubber World should be is a way to bring new creative people into the spotlight, and I think it’s a big stepping stone. It’s really important to give people an outlet like Miss Rubber World in order to showcase their own creativity.” Archean is also interested in helping to ‘coach’ other potential latex models and enthusiasts who may wish to follow a similar path and compete for such a prestigious sash. One of the things she and her life mate Mad Scientist plan to do to continue to raise a positive footprint and provide a comfortable roadmap for fellow latex fetishists is to continue to write about their own experiences and share their own knowledge with anyone interested. In addition to continuing her exhaustive work schedule as a full partner in Kink Engineering, the company she started with Mad Scientist that manufactures simply the most intricate and expertly-crafted Vac-Beds on the planet, Archean also plans to continue to put the pressure on those unscrupulous design houses who blatantly and unprofessionally expropriate ideas from reputable, good people. “I cannot tell you how impressed we all were, especially me, with Archean’s Knockoff Knockdown efforts,” The Baroness said. “That endeared her to me – it is such a welcome surprise, watching someone else want to take up that challenge.”

The Miss Rubber World 2011 competition was Archean’s first excursion to New York City – and she simply can’t wait to go back. “I knew no matter what happened, the outcome was going to be magical and an amazing story”, she said. While she and Mad Scientist didn’t have a tremendous amount of time to sight-see in The Big Apple, she did profess amazement with the myriad of Art Deco architecture and fixtures they were able to see. “New York is certainly the perfect city to be in and be in love,” she said. “Next time, I will get my carriage ride in Central Park!”

When she does return and claim that carriage ride, it will be as a Queen – and may her reign be spectacular, glorious … and indeed, memorable.

Kardynyl SynysTyr

(All photos courtesy of Miss Rubber World 2011 and Photographer Judith Stephens. All Rights Reserved.)

Some of these communities have even been featured – exaggerated and fictionalized extensively though they may be – within the pages of popular fetish and SM ‘modern’ literature. The most famous example of this would invariably be the Great Estates of Roissy and Samois, so central to the fictionalized, but based in absolute fact, account of Pauline Reage (pseudonym for the late French journalist Ann Desclos) in her taboo-shattering, epic erotic novel, Story of O – the work which will continue to be the benchmark by which all other SM-related works shall be forever weighted against.

Therefore the oldest Communities, and most respected and revered, are typically assumed to be found in some major European centres, most notably London, Berlin, Amsterdam and Paris (Note: Roissy actually existed at one point: the Chateau described in Story of O was demolished to make way for construction of Charles de Gaulle Airport in 1966, some twelve years after the publication of the novel). Others, such as The Society of Janus in San Francisco and The Eulenspiegel Society (TES) in New York, have been functioning relatively blissfully for decades in North America. While these larger, more matured social organizations still rely on a degree of extreme privacy and adhere to their rules – some very old rules – regarding acceptance of new members and observation of some very near Mason-style Code of Conduct and disclosure policies, the availability of information to the masses (and instantaneously) through the wonders of the Internet Age has forced some of these revered “institutions” to begrudgingly adapt to new recruitment and retaining methods

There are two distinct and large differences that are invariably considered in any discussion of “new wave” versus “old guard” variety Fetish Nation building: One, naturally, is how revered the somewhat secretive and private nature of our chosen life continues to be within the ranks of the people, contrasted with how open and readily available inclusion is to virtually anyone willing to pay entrance fees to events, or even in some cases membership dues. The vast majority of new Fetish/SM based Community groups actually don’t charge membership fees at all – which means the ‘screening’ process that used to be so integral for acceptance within a like-minded SM-focused peer group is, now, virtually non-existent. The discussion, therefore, centers on how “new wave” or “next generation” groups actively police themselves. In the “old days”, an enthusiastic potential new Community member literally was made to jump through a series of exasperating figurative hoops in order to just secure an interview with a Community representative, who would in turn take their membership nomination to a higher authority. That potential new member, almost universally, had best have a respected sponsor already within the Community, too – or their chances for acceptance and inclusion would become a whole lot more difficult. In essence, potentials had to “prove” that they were responsible, honest and generally upstanding people worthy of everyone else’s respect. It just wasn’t very easy to get in through the front door in those days: you were made to work hard to secure your inclusion. This process had several advantages, the most obvious being that those who had selfish agendas, or were shown to not have the temperament or emotional stability to complete the process just weren’t inevitably invited to join the collective – and this made for a near-harmonious social structure. Everyone knew, and loved, everybody else, in time: The issues of ego, unbalanced behavior and what we refer to today as “drama” rarely needed to be dealt with. When something came up that was considered a grave injury or disservice to the Community as a whole, the offender was generally ostracized completely, and not allowed further participation in Community events and functions. The fear of that severe a punishment alone was enough to generally keep those with agendas of their own quite “in line.” In the 1960’s and 1970’s especially, and to a lessening degree in the 1980’s and 1990’s, if you were ostracized from one Community, it was likely you weren’t going to find very many people to play with. Now, in the New Millennium, and thanks to the advent of instant access to any information via the World Wide Web, it is very easy for an “outcast” member of one community organization to latch onto another one – and without any kind of vetting process what so ever.

Second, and far more of an issue, is what can only be described as the “fracturing” of entire Communities into smaller, more “specialized” practitioners. For “old guard” SM folk, there was a sense of “we’re in this together”: It wasn’t (and still isn’t, in some old quarters) the leather crowd holding court over the latex crowd; who in turn cast a contemptuous but curious eye to the spandex or PVC people. There wasn’t so much a sense of superiority of the large tribal-influenced Body Modification contingent over the straight out-and-out whip-bottoms and pierced pure masochists. There was a sense of “your kink isn’t my kink, but we’re all in this together – and united we’re stronger.” I can personally attest, during the 1980’s in particular, to the strength of the Society of Janus in San Francisco as a prime example. Strangely, the Society of Janus started to come apart at the seams the moment a “younger element” voiced a desire to have more of an active say in how the Society conducted business. When the ‘old guard’ objected – cracks began to appear in the old Community’s framework, and eventually an inevitable series of splits occurred. Some of those now-decades long wounds have failed to completely heal, and some of the splinter groups have long since vanished. The Society of Janus has survived, though – and is currently regarded as the second-oldest, continuous communal SM Organization in the United States (The Eulenspiegal Society being the oldest – which has had “fracturing” issues of its own over the decades of its existence).

(Note the Second: It should be noted that “old guard” is used here as a metaphor, not as a de facto title. The reverence to “Old Guard”, those that paved the way the way for literally every one of us to be able to freely express our sadomasochistic tendencies and desires, is an entirely separate storyline, and is too intricate and glorious to do justice to within the paragraphs of this particular piece.)

It is a very old maxim that people are afraid of change. It is far more comfortable to live – sometimes blindly so – in a comfortable, familiar manner. In the case of the Society of Janus, an argument could be made that the community elders were, more or less, dragged kicking and screaming into the modern electronic age. Those organizations and businesses that embrace new methods of communication and technology are certain to continue to prosper and grow their ranks and loyalties. Those that resist change soon find, sadly, that they just don’t have a playground (or even playmates) around to explore the wonders and joys within this particular expressive lifestyle that we’ve collectively chosen. To the unending credit of both the Society of Janus and The Eulenspiegal Society, they have found ways to embrace the tools of the digital age (websites and social networking especially) and have figuratively weathered the thundering storms of lightning-quick change – and survived.

If there is a downside, though, it’s that the ‘storm weathering’ in both of these important, historically-significant large community groups in North America was (more or less) solely undertaken for the benefit of existing, long-term members, and as a potential ‘recruitment and contact tool’ in the same sense and manner that any aggregator in the modern age reaches out to potential new members (or customers). That is to say, the use of the Internet to educate the masses of the people about the existence and offerings of these large communal groups is both a bane and a boon: In the shotgun approach to recruitment, the “screening” or vetting process has virtually disappeared – and the contact information (which used to be so incredibly difficult to obtain, as mentioned above) is oh-too-easily available, right down to contact names, (Email) addresses and telephone numbers, with a simple click of a button. Shotgun approaches are sure to bring interest and new, enthusiastic members to respective communities – but that approach has absolutely zero positive effect upon weeding out the quality, community-minded people from the opportunistic, mercenary, narcissistic and potentially destructive poisonous types. Sadly, as ever-growing examples of aforementioned “drama” continue to populate our communal messaging systems and digitally megalithic gathering places (such as the popular website Fet Life, for example), the latter appears to be far more the “norm” than the “exception”.

Which is exactly why the New York City Fetish TRIBE is so incredibly, wonderfully unique.

The main movers and shakers of what is called the NYC Tribe - Mike B., Kelley Dane and an amazingly engaging, alluring and supremely magnetic personality known locally as Powder – have managed to create, and promote, an exceptional, large new Community that is based on a perfect blending, or balance, of “old world” ideals with “new age” methods. In essence, what the troika has managed to deliver to the Fetish and SM world at large is a hybrid: they take the best of what made the “old world” groups (such as their distinguished older ‘cousins’ in New York, TES) perfected in the way of a true Community bond and “self-policing” system, and combined it with all the advantages and glamour that the positive exploitation of digital media can provide. Working in concert with a young, Mohawk-sporting, engaging and enthusiastic Education Coordinator who goes by the moniker of Rocky Horror, the foursome produced – and entirely succeeded – in bringing something quite new, and in the opinion of many in attendance, revolutionary weekend-long event to North America’s largest social stage.

The New York City Tribe Experience was held, for the first time, in early October, 2010. It ran for five, virtually full days – from October 7^th to 11^th, and by all accounts there simply wasn’t a down moment to be found during the entire time. “Tribesters” from all parts of North America – Los Angeles, Washington D.C., Florida, Arizona, Montreal and Toronto – gathered for several feverish days of unparalleled Fetish and sadomasochistic delights that, without a word of bias or favoritism, culminated in the absolute best (the majority of attendees agreed) experience in their lives.

Did it have the unending eye candy that a Montreal Fetish Weekend brings? No, not really. Was it as deliciously performance-laden and eye-popping as a Torture Garden event always is? Absolutely not! Was it as well-attended or as truly spectacular as either the huge annual Northbound Leather events or the Von Gutenberg Fetish Balls? Not even close! Neither, it must be said, was the NYC Tribe Experience designed to resemble as such. Naturally, there were four entire evenings of near-exhaustively paced parties – but there were other factors in play throughout the weekend that simply set what Mike, Kelley, Powder and Rocky were able to accomplish far above anything most of the attendees had experienced before.

What is even more impressive: they managed to accomplish four entire days of all-inclusive absolute revelry for an astonishing ticket price of only $75.00. That’s $75.00 for VIP access to all four large parties and all day-trips and excursions. The organizers also set up a billeting system for out-of-town guests, in order to defray the cost of attendance and spare visitors (who may not have been able to attend the Experience otherwise) the sting of having to pay somewhat ridiculous hotel room rates. This was an exceptionally welcome, and fantastic, idea: our little group spoke to a few people who took advantage of this billeting system (in which Tribe members volunteered a room, or a bed, or a couch even, for a night or more in their own homes) – and fast made new, solid long-term friendships from these arrangements. All in all, many precedents were established during this initial New York City Tribe Experience – and with few exceptions, the organizers managed to make it all click meticulously.

It wouldn’t do the Tribe organizers any justice to delve into deep, detailed and intricate dissections of each of the four main parties – three of which exist on their own merits as “separate but connected events” within the New York City fetish scene (Impact, Dress to {xcess and Suspension). The main distinguishing feature of all three of these “Main Events” is that they were held in three unique venues. Other weekend-long events tend to be limited to one, and in some cases (like the Fetish Weekend and Torture Garden, for instance), two, main locations. Having the three main evening gatherings in three separate, but relatively central locations enabled the organizers to present somewhat of a fresh atmosphere to each themed party. For instance, in order to get a sense of what is being described, some weekend long Fetish events will have two large-scale parties, on consecutive nights, at one appropriate club or event hall. What one of the criticisms of this format has been, is that in reality, the second-night’s gathering in the same locale tends to be a virtual ‘carbon copy’ of the previous night’s fun – even though the entertainment line-up will invariably differ. There was no sense of déjà vu at the Tribe Experience. Each party – while attended by the same people, featuring the same equipment to play on and featuring an inordinate amount of the same costuming – nevertheless felt like a “new”, and quite vibrant, titillating separate event. Whether this was done by accident, out of necessity or completely be design, it absolutely worked.

What also worked, and were themselves delightfully quirky and unique events, were each of the “sideline day trips” that the Tribe brain-trust organized. Ranging from an afternoon of Croquet in Central Park (wearing nothing but the finest knickers and lingerie, of course) to an awe-inspiring witnessing of the “dawn’s early light” (complete with bagels), on the walkway of the Brooklyn Bridge, each little day excursion was intended to – and succeeded in – recharging the metaphorical ‘batteries’ that had been drained from exhortations and excitations at one of the large parties the evening previous. These “day trips” were an exceptional and very welcome idea: it is without question that similar, somewhat gimmicky events will be planned for other Fetish weekends in other large centres heading into 2011. They were reported to be extraordinarily fun – and eminently succeeded in bringing new-found friends much closer together in so short a time span.

Which leads to a necessary few words in regard to the participation of other identifiable groups that collectively thrive under the translucent “Tribe umbrella”: It is rare – even unheard of – for so-called “competing organizations” to come together, let alone work together, to give the vast populace a truly encompassing, communal experience. The “day trips”, and several of the “official” functions connected with the NYC Tribe Experience were all encouraged to be, and actively were, sponsored by entirely outside and separate entities. For instance, the Kinky Jews group were responsible for hosting the early-morning Brooklyn Bridge sunrise breakfast excursion on Sunday morning, and the NYC TNG crowd were responsible for hosting the unforgettable Lingerie Croquet in Central Park (an event, I may add, that was featured on several morning NYC news magazine shows and prominently in at least two major New York daily newspapers – you can’t purchase that kind of free publicity in New York so readily). Without question, never since the late 1970’s and early 1980’s in San Francisco has there been such an immense and successful collaboration of large, Fetish and SM community-focused organizations joining forces, and resources, in an effort to just bring their New York City residents and respective guests such an undeniable good time.

I cannot go any further without mentioning the professionalism, dedication and indeed the pure class of Mike B. in particular. This in no way casts a dispersion on the other three organizers mentioned within the body of this piece, but something happened on Friday evening that was extraordinary, and should be held as an example of what the definition of a “responsible event organizer” can be.

At Friday night’s big event (the Impact play party), there were some glaring safety issues regarding the placement of equipment and monitoring staff that our little “entourage” immediately viewed as areas of extreme concern. Without going into exorbitant and unnecessary detail, it must be said that Mike B., when quietly informed of our concerns (he had just arrived a few moments before and therefore had not had even a chance to take his coat off, I might add – a bit of a social faux pas on my account admittedly) immediately leapt into action and within a few minutes had directed his staff to rectify the potential dangers. The rest of Friday’s festivities proceeded without incident – much to the happiness of the huge crowd. This is the mark of a dedicated man who obviously cares deeply for the quality of experience that he plans to present to each and every one of his guests.

By extension, the other organizers are equally worthy of laudability. In an area of our Fetish world where it is usually the work of a single person, or a duo at best, that reaps the praise of a grateful community for their event-running efforts, it is remarkable that four and more answerable individuals can work to create such an awe-inspiring great experience with such total comprehension, and so little tension, between them. Regardless of whatever issues, troubles or “drama” any of these organizers may have had to face prior to the commencement of the Tribe Experience weekend, they didn’t allow those issues to cloud their abilities to present to their people a world-class, and first-rate professional Fetish and SM affair.

It was a masterstroke of pure genius to host the weekend’s educational component – the Tribe Workshops – in the same venue in which the final soiree was going to be produced. Lady J, my beloved life mate, and I were guests of the irrepressible Mistress Lyn and sjoe for the entire week (a week in which saw Your Humble Narrator finally be able to pay respects to a childhood hero – Ulysses S. Grant – who lies within an immense, magnificent tomb at Riverside Park), and for most scheduled events our intrepid foursome made the long drive from Long Island into the City in order to partake in the festivities. I say “most”, sadly, because one of our troupe became quite ill with a serious infection and ended up missing all of Saturday’s fun (yes, it was me). But I digress slightly: Lady J and I were asked to conduct two basic single-tail whipping seminars on the Sunday afternoon, and I readily admit that in my weakened, sickened state, my first impression of the venue wasn’t entirely favorable.

It didn’t take us long to warm up to the place, though; this unassuming little edifice known as The Delancey. Skeptical first impressions quickly gave way to silent admiration as we realized this four-level nightclub was, in truth, the absolute perfect venue in which to host all of Sunday’s educational seminars. Our own two seminars were conducted with great joy and without a single hitch, and all of the classes were well-attended and enthusiastically participated in by the Tribesters who chose to come out. Because of the aforementioned illness, our foursome simply could not stay for the Suspension event that was held in the same venue later on that same evening – but reading the concerned and heartfelt notes left for me by many of our new Tribe friends the next morning, it was absolutely evident that we’d had to pass on a history-making occasion. At the time of this writing, over an entire month after the final doors closed on the Tribe Experience, there are still excited stories being swapped about the grandeur and hedonistic delight of Sunday evening’s Suspension – such so, that it is without question that the event is certain to become a long-running, essential ‘staple’ on the Fetish party circuit for New York City (and area) dwellers for years to come. I am still wondering how all four of the organizers pulled it off, and so amazingly well: Mike B., Powder and Rocky in particular were so obviously exhausted they collectively resembled something from a George Romero Zombie feature by Sunday afternoon. And yet, all of them (joined by Kelley) somehow managed to suck it up, and then pull off, a highlight worthy, signature event to cap an unbelievably sumptuous weekend of great fun and glorious decadence.

That, my friends, is what every event organizer in every major town should aspire to create. The New York City Fetish Tribe is a revolutionary concept. It is the evolution of the “old” perfectly enhanced with all the advantages of the “new”. It is a community of fantastic, joyful and dedicated, responsible people enraptured within breath-depriving, sensual experiments in ecstasy during some of the best-planned, and best executed, large-scale event gatherings on this side of the Atlantic Ocean. The Tribe is what many of the ‘old’ communities had aspired to be, and for reasons that limited those eras legally and socially, could never truly be.

The Tribe Experience is a hopeful gaze towards the future – and a shining example of what other large alternative-lifestyle communities should aspire to be.

(All photos courtesy of Aeric Meredith-Goujon Photography and NYC Fetish Tribe. All Rights Reserved.)

There are those who, out of some bizarre, delusional and grandiose vision of self-importance, write books about their art form – and then loudly insist that (because they’ve written a book or two) that they be recognized as some sort of “expert in the field”. These “artists” in turn demand certain rights and concessions, especially if it means they’ll somehow be perceived as superior to their peers, within their very own Community at large. In short, the demand to be vetted and recognized as both an “artist” and an “authority”, while clamored for long and incessantly, usually results in one thing: the “artist” soon finds he doesn’t get invited along to many really fun parties.

I’m speaking of Oscar Wilde, of course, author of the above quote and written in a somewhat autobiographical way in his shocking, landmark gothic thriller, The Picture of Dorian Gray. Wilde cleverly manages to insert himself into his narrative – and brutally criticize himself relentlessly – as one of the main antagonists in his timeless tale of extreme arrogance, and self-destructive vanity. In the end, of course, Dorian Gray is done in by his own hand – and as a result of his own narcissism.

The real Oscar Wilde wasn’t much different from the fictional representation he portrayed himself as within the pages of his book. He was, however, intelligent enough to realize his shortcomings and even to provide entertainment for his readers by mercilessly deprecating himself. It was Oscar Wilde’s belief, as reflected within the quote above, that the realm of Victorian-era “Artists and their Art” was nothing more than a breeding ground of rampant ego, over-indulgence, and violent, self-destructive behavior. The quote above is, within the context of The Picture of Dorian Gray, an expression of envy towards a very non-talented man (the Wilde character) and a painter who has been commissioned to produce a portrait of “a most extraordinary, beautiful young man”: the title character, Dorian Gray. Those familiar with the story know very well that Dorian Gray is so taken and in love with his own image in the mirror, that he cannot bear the thought of aging and becoming less beautiful. He makes a deal – ostensibly with the Devil himself – to remain in appearance forever young, and to have the painting age through the years.

Despite what you may think, this isn’t a story about Oscar Wilde or his creation, Dorian Gray. It is, however, important to use this masterwork as an analogy. For in truth, “art” hasn’t really changed much. It’s been said that Art is an imitation of Life. It’s truly refreshing, then, when someone comes along who is successful at turning Life … into Art.

The all-night, gigantic artistic installation known as Nuit Blanche (“White Night”) started in some great European cities (there is a heated dispute as to exactly which city started it: Paris, St. Petersburg or Berlin) in 1997 as a revolutionary idea to turn some of the world’s great cities into gargantuan art galleries. Since 1997, Nuit Blanche events have become an extremely anticipated and popular staple on the social calendars of several other world-class cities, including Lima, Tel Aviv, Amsterdam, Leeds, Atlanta, Los Angeles and, of course, Toronto. New York City played host to its first Nuit Blanche event (called Bring to Light) during the same night that Toronto held their annual event: October 2^nd. The “movement” continues to grow – and the roster of talented artists wishing to participate continues to increase.

The Toronto Nuit Blanche event easily draws over 1 million people into the streets of downtown and West Toronto for one night. The event always begins at 7:00 pm and runs straight through until 7:00 am. Some of the installations – those that would have made Oscar Wilde himself cringe – are, as expected, over-the-top and self-indulgent in the extreme. The world of fine art, as per Wilde’s commentary in The Picture of Dorian Gray, rarely if ever takes advantage of collaborative efforts. Making “art” seems to be an exhaustive effort that ultimately will result in telling some deeply personal aspect of a story, or make an opinionated social commentary, based on the workings within the mind and the emotional investment of a single artist. It’s rare, really, to come across “art” where the credit for the success of the piece can be attributed to more than one man or woman.

This is where our story takes a sudden left turn. For the past three years, one man has been determined to educate and expose to the masses his art form during Toronto’s Nuit Blanche event. He is a man quite well known within his own Community, and he is quickly making a name for himself within the mainstream as both an author, and a self-proclaimed “Guerilla artist”. He is known by the moniker Morpheous – and whether you are irresistibly drawn to his work, or don’t care to understand it, there is one universal truth: what this man does, make no mistake, is “Art.” He is responsible for one of the most viewed art installations of Nuit Blanche, very simply called Morpheous’s Bondage Extravaganza. It’s an almost embarrassingly simple, non-pretentious and easy-to-remember title for a revolutionary (some say controversial) art installation. It’s also easy enough (as Oscar Wilde so brilliantly managed to allude to in Dorian Gray) to dismiss Morpheous’s efforts as nothing more than “people being tied up in public”, and to question whether what the present audience is witnessing or not can be categorized as “art” – or whether its straddling a very fine line between art and commercialized pornography. Considering that, in point of fact, and after conducting a little research, no other art installation during Toronto’s event had a line-up to get into the venue to view the pieces (the lineups for the Bondage Extravaganza reached about half a block long at several points during the evening), it would be very hard for the haughty, self-aggrandizing “art critics” to merely dismiss the installation as “mere smut.” Anyone who witnessed the Extravaganza knows, without question, what they were witnessing was true dedication to a most difficult-to-master visual medium.

Morpheous himself was active (pretty much) for the entire scheduled 12 hours of the event. He took a few moments to conduct interviews, drink some much needed water, and speak enthusiastically and engagingly with both old friends and new visitors alike. Morpheous is an gregarious man, and he is always approachable. He is rarely seen without a smile, and he is well-known for immediately putting nervous new models for his photographic sessions and apprehensive new contacts immediately at ease. One needs to spend only a few moments talking with Morpheous, and they immediately are made to feel comfortable, and welcome. The man just doesn’t have the rampant ego that needs to be satisfied in the way that many “artists” and “authors” do – and this clearly sets him apart from his peers (both in the fetish/SM world and in the artistic community).

By rights, and by virtue of his long good-standing within the Toronto alternative lifestyle community, Morpheous could have taken the route that most other “guerilla artists” take, and claimed the spotlight for himself during his Bondage Extravaganza. But this wouldn’t be compatible in keeping with what everyone knows about the man: while he is proud of his accomplishments over the years (an argument could be made that Midori, the world-famous sex educator and fetish world presenter, for instance, may not have achieved that status were it not for Morpheous’s tireless efforts to promote her during the early days of her career; especially in Canada), he is quick to credit his friends and family with being the true contributors to his success. “I wouldn’t be able to even apply to do a project like this,” he said while doing some rather gorgeous and wicked looking knot work on one of his favourite models, “if it wasn’t for the other people in this room. I owe a lot to some of the people behind me.”

Some of those people are, in their own right, fairly well-known in the Toronto alternative scene. There is a lovely and engaging young dance instructor who goes by the name of elle, for instance, and there is little question that she is as tirelessly devoted to Morpheous’s triumphs as she is to her own. On the night of Nuit Blanche, elle somehow managed to keep the “riggers” (those who performed the actual bondage) and the “bunnies” (the bondage models) within a tight schedule – no small feat when you consider the display space was, from start to finish, literally filled with dozens of mesmerized onlookers. When she wasn’t making sure things were running smoothly, like Morpheous, made sure the gathered media was well-informed, made sure the guests were comfortable, and all through the night did so with cheerfulness and an engaging spirit that simply defied the coming pull of exhaustion.

Then, there were the other performers. It is impossible to pay appropriate respect and attention to everyone who volunteered their time during Morpheous’s Bondage Extravaganza, but it isn’t too far outside the realm of over-used superlatives to say that each and every person who volunteered their skills, talents and time succeeded beyond words in helping to make the entire evening truly a mystical, awe-inspiring display of sensual expression. There wasn’t a single “rigger” or “bunny” present that complained about their use, misuse, or aches and pains: there was this almost ethereal, admiring sense of a true Community being displayed within a relatively tiny space. Sure, the rope work and each individual case of “boy or girl human mobile” (as coined by one of the enthusiastic and eminently beautiful models, Ohhh) was mind-stopping to behold: but the ballet that the viewing audience was deliciously subjected to for twelve straight hours was nothing short of incredible.

There are three others that briefly need to be described for their singular contributions in making the Extravaganza such a unique and collaborative success: the displays continuously exhibited by bondage artists Daddy Aslan (who did a wonderful plastic wrap piece in a lovely departure from the main, traditional ‘rope work’ of the evening),  Lotuslily and a man named Ruairidh from Toronto and an immensely promising young performer named Cannon from Michigan turned an already enjoyable night into an evening of pure visual ecstasy. Lotuslily is already well on her way to becoming an international star within the alternative lifestyle global community, and she certainly didn’t disappoint at Nuit Blanche. But watch, in the future, especially if rope bondage is “your thing”, for these two men Ruairidh and Cannon. They have two unique styles; two distinct stories to tell.

Ruairidh works with rope the way that Jackson Pollack worked with paint: you’re just not sure what it is he’s doing or where he’s “going” and you simply have to continue to watch him work until he’s finished. When he has completed his tying, and his model is turned slowly enticingly in a wide arc for the audience to see, it’s shockingly beautiful to behold. All the pieces suddenly come together to form a single, stunning bound creation: it isn’t a stretch to say that it’s very much like a flowering vine wrapping itself around a gorgeous, statuesque female form, creating a truly timeless and classic image.

Cannon is no less proficient – but his strength lies in how powerful his ability to perform is. He holds both his soon-to-be-restrained subject and the audience completely under his spell. His movements are subtle, but oh, so sensual. When he begins to apply the ropes to his weak-kneed model, it is like watching the Phantom of the Opera himself seducing and enticing the hapless Christine to succumb and completely give herself over to the pleasures soon to be tightly restrained within. This young man is a joy to watch: there are few who bring such delicious, jaw-dropping theatricality to his rope bondage performances.

The people mentioned above were all vital and necessary contributors to the success of the exhibit – but in truth, every single person who gave of their time surely must receive credit for making the Extravaganza such an enormous success. No truer example of a “Community coming together for a common cause” could be as well illustrated.

In a somewhat experimental atmosphere and in a potential-for-explosive-ego-clash environment, Morpheous’s Bondage Extravaganza succeeded far and away in proving one very important thing: When the goal is the collaborative and mutual success of an entire Community of performers and practitioners, and personal ambition and ego are left checked at the door, astounding things can transpire. This installation was one of the most popular of the entire Toronto Nuit Blanche evening, and for good reason: the people from Toronto were able to witness the artistic elegance and beauty that can be expressed using living models and mere rope as a breathing canvas. There can be no greater accolades for Morpheous, or his fellow artists, than knowing he managed to simply make people think. That is the aim of all artists – and for twelve amazing hours, the Extravaganza unquestionably made rope bondage somehow seem more “accessible” and less daunting and frightening to several people who, like the masses, tend to stereotype and associate sadomasochism and fetishism with simple violence.

Oscar Wilde wrote his scathing, personal critique of the art world and personal vanity in 1890. Over a hundred years later, human nature really hasn’t changed all that much. There are still people who create art, or write books, and then just expect that because they have done so, the world should come crawling to their feet to recognize and worship their “genius”. Within the fetish community, there are certain individuals who have written long (and boringly dry) “how to” volumes about bondage. Then, there are people such as Morpheous, Lotuslily, Ruairidh and Cannon who actually do raise the level of perception of intricate bondage (especially utilizing rope) from “sensual foreplay” to “High art”. It’s a wonderful evolution, really: one very high-profile adult magazine editor tried, in vain, to argue in the mainstream media that bondage was, indeed, truly an art when he allowed photos of a reigning beauty queen to be published within the pages of his periodical. Ultimately, his efforts were ridiculed – and the queen lost her crown. Thankfully for both, each went on to much bigger and better things.

The age is different, now: thanks in large part to the development of large-scale art installations such as Nuit Blanche in the world’s great cities, the beautiful “human mobiles” that are created when a talented man or woman lovingly applies rope to a beautiful, semi-clad or naked body – and then effortlessly makes that body appear to float, twist and turn comfortably, alluringly, seductively in the air – can finally take their place as “High Art” within the consciousness of those who earn their living within the creative world. This isn’t pornography: this is a loving, personal expression performed by people who have a true passion for the psyche, sensuality and desire that is associated with the very-human need to turn trust and control over and into the hands of someone else; even for just a few minutes.

For that reason, Morpheous and his fellow bondage practitioners are, without argument, respectable artists. Due to the popularity of the 2010 Nuit Blanche Bondage Extravaganza, Morpheous is already planning for 2011. “It will be three times larger”, he said with a slight mischievous smile. “If you think this year was really sensual and spectacular, just wait for what we get to show Toronto next year. We’ll have lasers and everything!”

(All photos courtesy of Morpheous and Toronto Nuit Blanche, Photographer: Jeff George)

Perhaps in part, the success of large-scale events in Tampa, Chicago, Toronto and Montreal, have been responsible for re-energizing the public’s interest in larger fetish parties on the West Coast. As another successful summer season of revelry comes to a close, it is time to turn our focus back once again to the East Coast, and the anticipation of the autumn events. This was a good, if not great summer, and hopefully the various party planners from the Pacific to the Atlantic, and all parts in-between, will find a way to keep that momentum rolling.

Tis is the season, after all, and in late September that can only mean one thing: Hallowe’en! The penultimate reason for letting loose and dressing up! Let the fall decadence thusly commence!

Naturally, whether you live in Denver, Des Moines or Dover, there are bound to be larger several excellent, scale events within your area to patron, and enthusiastically even become a part of (as a performer or organizer). Regardless of how tired a fetish practitioner may claim to be after any number of events this summer, if you happen to be anywhere near the East Coast of the United States between October 6^th and October 11^th, you certainly should seriously consider taking in a bit of the NYC Fetish Tribe Weekend Experience. Even the seasoned latex and leather veteran should take in a breath of “fresh air”; experience the exciting atmosphere of something exciting, and quite new.

For New York City is a very special place. There is just something about that city in autumn that sets it apart from all others. A more perfect location for a fetish event, at this time of year doesn’t exist. The weather is near perfect: those wanting to proudly parade about for their peers in leather, latex or PVC will find the elements (barring the dampness should there be any) most conducive to having a damn fine time. The boot lovers especially – of which Your Humble Narrator counts amongst that passionate legion – are going to find NYC in Autumn to be akin to being granted the keys to their own private adult theme park.

The organizers of NYC Fetish Tribe – Kelley Dane and Mike B. – are no strangers to the Fetish Scene, in NYC and across the United States. They are responsible for organizing the New York “delegation” for The Burning Man festival that takes place every year at Black Rock, Nevada and they are also the movers and shakers behind the Las Vegas Ultimate After-Party, a gargantuan gathering of deviants representing all walks of alternative life from Sadomasochists to Swingers. While Kelley and Mike most certainly are the main “movers and shakers” behind these efforts, both are quite quick (and emphatically) point out that “nothing would have been accomplished without the aid of a lot of very good and dedicated people.”

As strange as this may sound, that makes their events somewhat unique: most of the larger-scale Fetish events are organized and implemented by a very small central core of those who shoulder responsibility for the event’s overall success – and survival. NYC Fetish Tribe is slightly different, and slightly more revolutionary. “Fetish Tribe is NOT an organization or entity per say. It is a movement within the fetish community that has resonated strongly with thousands of people,” Kelley said. “Collectively those who feel the Tribe Vibe live by it and it is contagious. I first introduce the concept to (local Fetish personality) Nikki the Kink Queen over burgers in NYC, and with her resounding support Mike B. and I took off with it with the help of many supporters.”

Whether by design or circumstance, the “Tribe” is a somewhat of a throwback to the tight SM Community that existed in San Francisco in the 1960’s and 1970’s. Many urban centers have attempted similar undertakings – a collective truly of the people, by the people and for the people – but few have come close to establishing and maintaining the “familial” atmosphere that seems to permeate and define them. “The Tribe is a movement within the Fetish community that has resonated strongly with thousands of people,” Kelley and Mike said. “Although we’ve been referred to as “the Godfathers” of the movement, neither of us are really the acknowledged ‘leader’, ‘owner’, or even ‘President.’”

They refer to it as “The Tribe Vibe”. The New York City Fetish Tribe Experience is the culmination of many favorable factors and has been made a reality “only through the positive support of the New York City community at large.” On several occasions, Kelley and Mike insisted on mentioning the efforts of behind-the-scenes volunteers that are giving their free time, their particular expertise and talents, and their enthusiasm in the drive to really create something special.  “We’re very confident that those who haven’t experienced “The Tribe Vibe” – whether they’re coming from within New York or visiting – will both impress, and ‘infect’, all newcomers.

“The moment people walk through the door, they feel welcome. We don’t host a party to entertain you, necessarily, but instead our aim was to create a space in which people can meet, perform, be completely open, express and feel freedom. Upon entering a Tribe event you quickly feel included, and encouraged to share. It’s all about community and collective collaboration.”

The New York City Fetish Tribe experience promises to be unique in several different ways. For one, they have resisted the temptation to have “formalized” stage performances that can interrupt the flow of those wishing to engage in some “play” – and stage shows do tend to be immediate conversation killers. “The entire experience is a circus, and anyone can ‘perform’ at anytime,” Kelley and Mike said. “Our guest designers and our models parade on the floor and intermingle with all the people. Think more ‘Theatre in the Round’.” Another aspect that, to a great many attendees, is going to be a positive factor is the distinct absence of thumping, blaring loud music in any of the venues and play spaces. “We believe strongly that the best play comes only from first stimulating the mind and to do so you need to be able to talk.  It is a very simple concept that remains a corner stone of all Tribe events.

The Fetish Tribe will also actively encourage interaction amongst the guests. It’s one of the “trademarks” of their particular brand: they make a concerted effort, through the assistance of several enthusiastic, appropriately-clad and personable “Fetish Ambassadors”, to try and introduce all attendees to each other. Kelley and Mike firmly believe this “mingling” helps to strengthen the sense of family within the greater “Tribe” itself. They believe that everyone has value, no-one should feel intimidated, and in this reporter’s experience, no event has gone to such lengths to make people feel accommodated, welcome and “connected”. The entire experience is purposely designed to encourage people, from the Greater New York City area assuredly but also for visitors to the Big Apple alike, to meet and make new friends and truly feel connected with, and strengthen, those new relationships in the long-term.

Another extremely unique aspect of the Fetish Tribe Experience is the “Day Excursions” they have planned. While other event organizers have attempted (and utterly failed) to include their attendees in some “daylight” events, the Fetish Tribe Experience has offered a number of “New York Experiences” that are designed to not only help foster the aforementioned bonds of friendship during the evening festivities, but continue building those foundations during the day – and all with prominent New York landmarks as an inviting and awe-inspiring backdrop. Some of those “Day Tripper” events include a Croquet Tournament on Governor’s Island (with a twist: it’s an Undergarment Tournament); an excursion to the top of the Empire State Building (those that have never been before simply cannot miss this – it’s awe-inspiring), and a Sunrise Bondage and Bagel Breakfast on the Brooklyn Bridge.

“Those that decide to join us (whether they’re in New York City or not) will not be disappointed”, Kelley and Mike said. “This is an ‘experience’ to be had like never before!” Even the seasoned New Yorker, strolling in fetish wear alongside the New York City first-time visitor, is sure to experience something very unique and memorable: this kind of gathering of like minds, and the dedicated encouragement of those like minds to interact and “get to know” one another, has never happened before: especially in a town the size of New York. Compared to other large-scale events, the price of a ticket is ludicrously reasonable: total event VIP tickets are only $75.00 if you purchase your ticket in advance (through the Fet Life website events listings) or by going straight to the New York City Fetish Tribe website itself. Those that wish to purchase their VIP tickets “at the door” may do so at a cost of $85.00.

“It will be a good sized event. We already have confirmations from ‘Tribesmen’ in California, Toronto, Montreal, Florida, Las Vegas, Texas and Arizona,” Kelley and Mike said. “Everyone who attends is going to come away extremely pleased with the efforts of our army of New York Tribe volunteers. And, everyone who attends is sure to make a new, lasting friendship or two. That’s what the New York Fetish Tribe is all about: bringing people together, and forming life-long relationships.”

The New York City Fetish Experience runs from October 7^th to 11^th, 2010 (Columbus Day Weekend, Thanksgiving Day Weekend in Canada). The ‘experience’ is simply a weekend event that should be on every fetish enthusiast’s calendar, and for years to come. Those that live in the New York City area, and haven’t quite made up their minds whether they wish to join the Tribe that weekend, will probably be quite sorry they chose to skip it. For those that may still wish to travel to New York City for the Experience weekend, there is only this to be said: What are you waiting for? Your spot within the Tribe awaits.

The New York Fetish Tribe Experience Itinerary:

Thursday, October 7, at 9:00 pm:
NOctoberurne. Tribe mixer and Cabaret Show with Weimar punk band, Amour Obscur

The Chandelier Room Downstairs at 249 West 30th St. NYC

Friday, October 8, at 600 pm:
Organized Fetish Shopping (“I Just Love What You’re Not Wearing”)

Meet at Purple Passion, 211 West 20th St. New York City

Friday, October 8, at 9:00 pm:
Impact Play Party and Rubber/Latex Showcase

Club Rebel Upstairs at 251 West 30th St. New York City

Saturday, October 9, at 11:00 am:
Spa Break! You Deserve This!

Spa 88 at 88 Fulton St. New York City

Saturday, October 9, at 1:00 pm to 4:00 pm:
Croquet in Your Undergarments

Great Lawn of Central Park. Meet at 86th St. and Central Park West at 2:00 pm. New York City ~ Agents will be standing by. Hosted by NYC TNG.

Saturday, October 9, at 9:00 pm to 3:00 am:
Dress to {xcess Costume Ball

Element 225 East Houston St., New York City ~ This is an amazing venue in which you can express your individuality. Awesome!

Sunday, October 10 from 5:00 am to 7:00 am
Sunrise Bondage and Bagels on da Brooklyn Bridge

Meet at the top of the Brooklyn Bridge. ~ Hosted by KinkyJews. Enter on Center Street adjacent to City Hall. Bring comfy shoes and sweater.

Sunday, October 10, at 1:00 pm:
Be on TOP of the Empire State Building

350 5th Ave, New York City at 34th St. See New York City like never before. Be Kink Kong! 

Sunday, October 10, at 4:30 pm:
Classes For Beginners and Experts

The Delancey, 168 Delancey St. New York City

Sunday, October, 10 at 9:00 pm to 3:00 am:
Suspension: ‘A Play Soiree’

 The Delancey, 168 Delancey St. New York City

VIP Ticket All-Inclusive Package: $75 advanced internet or $85 at the door.

Individual tickets per event purchased at the door only.

Please Note: There is an extra charge for ESP and Spa excursion paid directly to vendor

(Photo of Mistress Alex of New York courtesy Mike B. of Fetish Tribe)

Absolutely, and positively!

One doesn’t have to research very far back in time if they’d like to learn the genesis of costume fetishes. The Eulenspiegel Society (TES) has been paying homage to the adventures of the jester Till Eulenspiegal for decades with their particular brand of costumed antics. If you’d care to debate the subject a little more, suffice to say that masked balls have been a part of our party culture for centuries. In short, it’s quite grand – and extraordinarily fun – to dress, and act, as “someone else” for a night.

Sir Alex Dark’s costume event is undoubtedly the most popular of his long-appreciated fetish party revues and revelries. What made the first costume party such a success, apart from the chance to dress up and play the title role in their own super hero versus super villain passion play, was the chance to “interplay” some traditional, somewhat-campy predicament bondage interspersed with some obvious “Hero or Damsel in Distress” spontaneous scenarios.

The Canadian National Exhibition (CNE) is in full-swing during the dog days of August, and one of the highlights during this year’s Exhibition (which is sort of akin to the annual State Fairs in the United States) is the annual Canadian Fan Expo. It is the Fan Expo where comic book, science fiction and horror film fanatics can rub shoulders next to the likes of such pop culture icons as Adam West and Burt Ward (TV’s 1960’s version of Batman and Robin), William Shatner (does anybody not know who he is by now?), Lance Henriksen (Bishop from the Alien film series), Felicia Day (Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the immortal Dr. Horrible’s Sing-A-Long Blog) and – perhaps most iconographic of all – Marvel Comics revered and truly worshipped living figurehead, Stan Lee. The legendary Mr. Lee is the genius behind some of the most popular, beloved and (for literally decades) successfully-marketed comic book character rosters in publishing history. It has been said that only Bram Stoker (Dracula)has sold more literary-based product, and even that is debatable. It isn’t a coincidence that, while there are sure to be a few Stormtroopers, a Darth Vader or two, more than a few Klingons and/or Romulans and at least half a dozen Orcs represented at various costume balls, it’s the comic book characters that always take center stage at any larger-scale event: fetish, or otherwise.

Sir Alex’s super hero costume event, and the huge Fan Expo in Toronto, certainly can’t be termed ‘unique’: by all accounts. Several of our larger fetish communities in our larger cities have played host to some variant event based upon the Super Hero versus Super Villain theme, and most major cities play host to comic book conventions on an annual basis. So, it may be fun – if not downright appropriate, as we start to head into a fresh and exciting new gear-up to the Autumn revelry that is the Hallowe’en season – to give a definitive list of the Top Ten Fetish Super Costumes, and a somewhat detailed explanation of just why we love to emulate them so:

 Snikt! Snikt! It’s Number 10!

The Uncanny X-Men

Origin: Marvel Comics, 1963 by the immortal Stan Lee and Jack Kirby. Re-launched in 1975, and again (“re-imagined”, in one of the greatest comic book series ever) in 1978.

Main Costumed Characters Emulated: Cyclops, Storm, Jean Grey (Phoenix), Rogue and, of course, Wolverine

Legacy:It can, and has, been said that the X-Men saved Stan Lee – and Marvel Comics – on three separate occasions. The original comic book issue run, from 1963 to 1970, are some of the most fiercely sought-after and coveted items within the comic-book collecting world. The series also has the distinction of being “re-made” with extremely convoluted and confusing story lines, character intros and exits (based on popularity of the time) and countless costume changes more than any other during its lifespan. The introduction of the “Jean Grey Dark Phoenix” storyline in the late 1970’s (largely credited to Canadian artist/writer John Byrne) truly revitalized the entire comic book industry – and X-Men hasn’t seriously struggled as a franchise since.

Why We Love Them So: The costumes have made significant, and frequent, changes over the years – but the general look and feel of the persistent main characters (especially Jean Grey and Wolverine) have remained virtually seamless from one era to the next. With Cyclops, it’s the visor (very “Steampunk”, really) and the hooded body suit. Storm, the (usually) black and/or white leather neo-stripper suit, combined seductively with the super-hot thigh high boots and long, long locks of pure white hair. Rogue looks like – well, a rogue – and is the most open to interpretation, costume wise, of any X-Men character. But it’s Jean Grey and Wolverine clones you’ll generally see at fetish costume parties. It isn’t unusual to see a latex-version Dark Phoenix swapping catty and curious looks with a leather-clad or Zentai-suited ‘counterpart’ from across a crowded room. Oh, and by the way, ‘snikt’ is the quiet-but-deadly sound of Wolverine’s claws extending from within his arms – just in case you were wondering.

Great Caesar’s Ghost! It’s Number 9!

Superman/Supergirl

Origin:Detective Comics (DC) Superman created in 1932 by the creative genius of Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster. Supergirl created in 1959 by Otto Binder and artist Al Plastino.

Alter-Ego:Superman: “Mild-mannered” Clark Kent, newspaper reported for The Daily Planet. Entered life on the planet Krypton as Kal-El (No, Nicholas Cage is not Superman’s father!). Supergirl: Originally known as super-orphan Linda Lee, she changed her name to Linda Lee Danvers upon entering college. Also born on the planet Krypton and named Kara Zor-El.

Super Powers:Anyone with the prefix of “super” as a part of their title better have pretty spectacular powers for a hero. Owing to the heavy gravity of their planet of birth, both Superman and Supergirl can easily fly, exhibit near-invulnerable feats of strength, and possess several different variations of “super sight” (including x-ray and laser beam eyes), super hearing, and super “breath”. In short, they’re just all-around super!

Weakness:Seeing as their home planet exploded, even the tiniest chunk of dust originating from their home world could potentially be lethal to them. You’ve heard of it: it’s referred to as “Kryptonite”.

Why We Love Them So:What’s not to love? Skin-tight electric blue body suits and/or tights? Bright red cape with a matching, super-revealing equally tight pair of external briefs (Superman) and an incredibly short, flared school-girl type skirt (Supergirl – although we’re pretty sure Superman has cross-dressed on occasion)? Those red boots that look so naturally sexy on Supergirl – but only Superman can truly make look ‘manly’? And what about that logo? Are you kidding me? If Your Humble Narrator had that kind of muscular body, well, dress me up and call me Kal-El, I’m going to a party! There’s a reason Superman has been so incredibly popular for over seven decades, and not just in the pages of a color comic book: he’s iconic, timeless, and whether you want to admit it or not, he’s just damn hot in that outfit. The only thing hotter? Supergirl, of course! When you add the allure of an all-latex Superman or Supergirl suit – and there are sure to be at least two or three at every Costume Fetish party – it just doesn’t get any finer!

Here, Kitty Kitty! It’s Number 8!

Tigra, the (Former) Avenger

Origin:Also known as “The Cat”, co-created by Marvel Comics writers Roy Thomas, Linda Fite and artist Marie Severin, in November 1972.

No, This Isn’t Catwoman – But Why We Love Her So:We know what you’re thinking: “Who?” Unless you’re a die-hard comic book collector, there’s a good chance you’ve never heard of her – but she is representative of many of those clawed kitties at fetish parties who don’t profess to be a version of Catwoman. The various comic-book universes have had a number of feline-related Super heroes and heroines, with none more popular than Batman’s one-time arch nemesis and sometime love interest, Selina Kyle (more on her later – if you want to read about Catwoman, proceed immediately to Number Two on our list). With the rise in popularity over the past few years in cat-marked Zentai suits, Tigra seems as sound a bet as any to represent an entire legion of seductive and oh-so-deadly-sexy clawed cuties that would just as soon lick your face as scratch your eyes out, given the chance. The thing is, though, she also has one of the best developed and most consistent lexicons in the so-called Marvel Universe: she’s often been portrayed teaming through the years, in comic book pages and popular animation television shows, with the likes of Captain America, Iron Man and the Fantastic Four. Whatever the storyline, her trappings have remained virtually consistent: skimpy, tight bikini and, usually, little else except her own tiger-stripes and tail. She is typically portrayed with flaming red hair and in the pages of the comic books, is generally posed in suggestive and sensually-seductive postures (even when doing battle) in a way that would make Eric Stanton blush. All in all, whether the bevy of kittenish beauties is acutely aware of it or not, if they’re not attending a fetish event that is unmistakably a version of Catwoman, then they’re best described as a version of Tigra. Admit it: everyone thinks those nasty kitty-catsuits, Zentai suits and body suits are just plain sexy – and over-the-top in the “HOT” department! Some bold and enterprising young ladies have even allowed themselves to be body-painted, head to toe, during certain fetish events. There can be no better homage to Tigra than to suggest that she is representative of an entire legion of these near-nude, mysterious and alluringly artistic creature creations.

God in Heaven! It’s Number 7!

The Punisher

Origin:Created as an anti-hero and a foil for squeaky-clean Spider-Man by Gerry Conway, John Romita and Ross Andru in February, 1974. In all the kingdom of comic books, The Punisher’s rise to popularity has been the most meteoric – and his fall from popularity in the mid 1990’s the most precipitous. Of all main stream comic book characters, his portrayal in film and television projects has had to have been the most “toned down” due to the extremely graphic nature in which the violence he is capable of is often portrayed within the pages of his books.

Why We Love Him So:Frank Castle (The Punisher’s actual name) was “Goth” before Gene Simmons laced up his first pair of Kiss Destroyer boots. His iconography is simple, and yet one of the most recognizable (and easiest to reproduce as a fetish costume). A tight black T-Shirt, emblazoned with a gigantic, menacing Death’s Head skull (sans mandible), black pants and any variation of metal-encrusted combat boots, cropped spiked hair and leather gloves will immediately give other party-goers the distinct knowledge that a “Punisher” is indeed within their midst. It’s a virtually unspoken and unpopular thing to mention, but: many within the fetish world have an attraction, and are drawn to, immense firepower. In other words, many of us seem to really love our guns. The bigger and badder, the better – and with The Punisher the “big gun” is a costume necessity. The Punisher without his assault rifle or machine pistol is kind of like Superman without a cape, or Wonder Woman without her golden lasso: in other words, “quite lame”. Speaking of Wonder Woman …

Ka-Swish! It’s Number 6!

Wonder Woman

Origin:The first featured female heroine and everyone’s favorite Amazon, she was created for All-Star Comics (one of the early DC brands) by William Moulton Marston in 1941. She is the fifth longest-running continuous major comic-book character (after Superman, Namor the Sub-mariner, Batman and arguably, Captain America), and is without peer, longevity wise at least, amongst women heroines. She is unique in that she was created distinctly as a feminist role model, designed to empower young women and encourage them to enlist or otherwise join the American war effort, within days of the attack on Pearl Harbor in December, 1941.

Why We Love Her So:It’s definitely the boots (see Superman/Supergirl, above). Knee high bright red boots, sometimes with a coquettish white stripe running right down the shank to the toe just exude representative power within the form of the female leg. Let’s be honest with each other, shall we? Everyone – and I mean everyone – has a foot fetish of some kind. If we didn’t, well, Mahnolo Blahnik and Christian Louboutin wouldn’t exist. We just cannot ever get enough of a voluptuous, powerful and yet alluring feminine creature whose legs are accentuated by a great pair of red boots. Okay, maybe the bullet-proof gold and red corset with matching star-spangled girdle has something to do with her overall admiring form. Now that I think about it: that golden lasso – rope! – in which she expertly ties up her captives and extracts the truth is pretty sweet, too. While there are almost sure to be more “Cat People” in attendance at fetish parties, an expertly-attired Wonder Woman or two never fails to draw admiring eyes through the crowds – and sometimes tongues to the boots too, depending on the party. The look can go from ultra-sexy to ultra-cheesy (depending on the quality of the costume; some store-bought versions are downright ridiculous), but even media personalities have been known to try and pull off the look.

Back in Black! It’s Number 5!

Black Widow and Black Canary

Origin:The original Black Widow was conceived in 1940, and didn’t last very long – although she had the very cool alter-ego moniker of “Claire Voyant”. The more modern version first appeared in 1964, and was a creation of none other than Marvel Comics head-wizard himself, Stan Lee (working in concert with artist Don Heck and writer Don Rico). Black Canary is a far older character: she first appeared as a DC “sidekick character” in 1947, and was the brainchild of writer Robert Kanigher and legendary artist Carmine Infantino.

Major Difference:Other than Black Canary being a DC property and Black Widow a Marvel creation, the former is an All-American heroine while the latter is an anti-hero Russian super-spy. Black Canary typically wears a black body suit with black fishnet stockings, while Black Widow prefers the sleekness of her full-coverage catsuit. Black Canary is always depicted as a blonde: Black Widow, while on rare occasion (especially in the 1940’s) has been shown with jet-black hair, is usually seen with striking red hair. Black Canary also is blessed with a sonic superpower, while Black Widow compliments her deadly assassin skills with some serious firepower (she’s a trained weapons expert).

Major Similarities: Black leather, Martial Arts, statuesque body.

Why We Love Them So:Black leather, Martial Arts, statuesque body – again, what’s not to love? Of the female heroines and anti-heroines, these two are the easiest to emulate at a costume event. Even those not fortunate to have a full, representative catsuit can obtain the desired Black Widow look with a good pair of tight black pants and a thin jacket to match. Not a blonde or a redhead? Not a problem! There are more than enough good blonde wigs out there that can put the definitive “top” on the desired look. In fact, in the early days, Black Canary actually wore a blonde wig as a part of her (rather thin) disguise, as her original hair color was indeed far darker. The really cool thing about either costume is that they’re also flexible insofar as “accessories” are concerned. Black Canary usually has some kind of choker or collar, is sometimes depicted wearing black gloves and is almost always expected to wear a pair of folded-over slouch style knee-high boots. Black Widow is a little less flexible: those large, bullet-bearing (and sometimes deflecting) bracelets can be difficult to find, let alone make, if you’re not resourceful. The gun holsters and thigh-straps, though, shouldn’t be too tough for an enterprising costumer to manage. Of any feminine heroes, Black Widow and Black Canary are also the easiest to achieve if you happen to be a man who likes dressing in women’s attire for these kinds of fetish parties (although having the obligatory figure can prove to be a challenge for many cross dressers. Thank goodness for corsets!).

Schwing! It’s Number 4!

Spider-Man

Origin:Third in mass popularity only to Superman and Batman – but achieved his legendary status in roughly half the time – Spider-Man is the sole creation of Stan Lee and writer-artist Steve Ditko. The webslinger first graced the color pages of Marvel comic books back in August 1962. While DC Comics have consistently relied on the “license to print money” that is both the Superman and Batman franchises, Marvel has evolved through the decades. Marvel’s bread used to be buttered, in succession, by Captain America, the Fantastic Four, Iron Man, the X-Men and, most recently, Spider-Man. Even the corporation’s splendid Roster Poster features the teen-aged hero right up in front – of hundreds of characters.

Why We Love Him So:Spider-Man is unique to super hero lexicon for a variety of reasons: not the least of which is that he’s a typical, emotionally vulnerable young man, and he’s fallible. Some of his “mistakes” have resulted in cherished and revered storylines involving the deaths of those closest to him that have, since their first publication, gone on to become a part of graphic novel history. While Spider-Man is unquestionably “super”, he isn’t all that different from any one of us from a human perspective: he is portrayed as nervous, shy, bumbling, temperamental and even prone to extreme episodes of anxiety. All of this makes him easy for readers to relate to. From a costume fetish perspective, it can be said that Spider-Man’s spider-suit – which has remained unchanged for nearly fifty years, except for the alien symbiant Venom storyline of the late 1980’s – arguably is the very inspiration for the silk and nylon Zentai suit craze of our modern day. In recent years, full Spider-Man inspired suits have been showing up in a rainbow of colors at parties across Canada and the United States – there is a fuchsia pink version seen out and about sometimes at Toronto events, for instance. Anyone who has attended a sporting event recently (you should remember the Red Zentai Brigade during the Vancouver Winter Olympic Games this past February?) will probably remember seeing a few Zentai suits, at the very least inspired by the Spider-Man costume, enjoying themselves, anonymously, amongst the crowd. It’s fairly easy to have a Spider-Man suite purchased, or custom made, for the super hero enthusiast: it’s quite another to be able to pull it off and not look awkward during a party. While there is almost always a Spider-Man or six at larger costume and fetish balls, there haven’t been reports of one actually being able to fire strong, tensile “webs” from his wrists or climb the walls … yet.

Hee Hee Hee! It’s Number 3!

The Joker and Harley Quinn

Origin:The undisputed “Clown Prince and Princess of High Crime”. They are what pass for a twisted, fetishistic version of Bonnie and Clyde. Bob Kane’s pasty-faced, green-haired and purple-suited homicidal maniac has been called “the greatest villain in popular media history”. The Joker predates most of the most cherished heroes within the comic book universe, having made his appearance in the spring of 1940. His female foil, the equally-murderous and diabolical Harley Quinn, is an anomaly: she began her “life” as an animated character on a Batman television series on September 11, 1992, and quickly became so popular as a “super villainess” that she was shortly thereafter given top-billing of her own within the pages of several DC comic books and graphic novels.

Why We Love Them So: Let’s face it: it’s fun to pretend to be bad. It’s even more fun when you can dress the part and pretend to be, simply, the baddest. The Joker is, without question, the most admired and emulated, sophisticated and refined bad-ass of all time. Let’s face it: this guy makes Darth Vader look like “just another great dad!” The Joker appeals to that base, predatory instinct that resides in all of us (especially males): he’s an unrepentant, sociopathic hunter whose sole existence is not only a result of, but an absolute continued reliance to, the dogged near-destruction of a single man.

“Near”, because while The Joker is undeniably insane, he is completely aware of the fact that in order to justify his own continued existence, and to give a reason for his very life, he must perpetually be a criminally-minded mirror to the one and only man he truly admires and respects: his arch nemesis, the Batman. In the comic book universe, there is no Batman without his Joker to continually challenge him. The deep hatred, and yet deep mutual respect both damaged men have for one another has never been written, or portrayed, to greater effect than what was done with staggering impact by Alan Moore, Brian Bolland and John Higgins in their landmark 1988 publication, The Killing Joke. That publication changed comic books forever – it introduced the concept of the ‘graphic novel’ – and has been acclaimed as the inspiration for several films, television series and subsequent book projects. Costume-wise, the look of both The Joker and Harley Quinn are not easy to achieve. Body-type is indeed a limitation, and it isn’t easy to find purple pinstripe suits, orange dress shirts, green bow-ties and spat-shoes these days. In fact, the easiest part of The Joker ensemble would probably be the makeup: green hair dye, white paste and bright red face paint are relatively simple to obtain these days. It’s easier for a girl to try and pull off the Harley Quinn look: although typical representations at fetish parties tend to be, by admission, custom-designed and produced pieces (sometimes complete with one red, and one black, matching and identical pairs of gloves and boots, one for each hand and leg). Many desire to be The Joker and Harley Quinn at fetish balls – very few can actually pull it off. Those that do typically come out on the winning side of any “Best Costume” contest judging, though. See, there’s a reason why The Joker is the only comic book character, to date, whose actor-portrayers have earned nominations for Oscars, Golden Globes and Emmy Awards. The Joker is the only main stream comic book character to have been awarded an Academy Award: the late Heath Ledger turning in a performance for the ages in 2008’s The Dark Knight.

Whir-CRACK! Its Number 2!

Catwoman

Origin: Selina Kyle first entered the pop culture lexicon in the same publication that introduced The Joker: DC Comics Batman #1in the spring of 1940 (considered one of the four “Holy Grails” of comic book collecting). The old girl, better known as the ultra-sexy, sensual and emotionally-scarred Catwoman, remains the single most popular female character in the comic book collector’s universe. She was inspired by, the story goes, Jean Harlow and a cousin (by marriage) of Batman creator Bob Kane. Her costuming has changed over the years: her popularity has only increased. She is not quite a villain – but could never be a hero. She is often depicted as an impossible interest of affection to her greatest rival – and greatest love – the Batman. The very word “catsuit” is a direct result of how this character was drawn and portrayed during the zenith of her comic book popularity; in other words, from the 1950’s up to the modern day.

Why We Love Her So:Few literary characters have had more consistent “variations on a theme” throughout the decades as Catwoman. None have achieved her popularity. She is universal: she appeals to most women in general, and especially to all women of power. She made the cat o’nine tails and the bullwhip not just sexy, but downright lustful and even desirable. She exudes what men fear, and desire, the most: a sensual potential lover who reeks of constant danger, and excitement. The genius of the presence of the Catwoman lies in simplicity: her outfits, for over sixty years, may have changed colors (she’s gone from green, to grey, to purple, to black) but the clawed gloves, the boots (short or high), the form-fitting body suit and, especially, the cat-eared mask have all been a necessary part of her fashion accoutrement’s. She has the distinction of having created, by far, the most media adaptations related to comic books, including having a jaw-dropping number of beautiful Hollywood actresses play her through the years in movies and television projects. Many different versions of Catwoman could be represented at a fetish party: some women (and a few select men, even) may choose to wear an Avengers-type black leather, latex or PVC catsuit with either lace-up or pull-on high-heeled, thigh high boots; long black gloves (with or without metal claw “accessories”); a whip of some fashion (usually a single-tail or cat o’nine tails) and the ever-present cat-mask, of course. Some have chosen to include the more modern goggle-wearing masked style the current iteration of the comic book character favors, while others prefer to don just the cat-cowl itself. Regardless of which version a dedicated fan may choose to wear to an event, it is doubtless she would ever be mistaken for any other character other than Batman’s delicate but oh-so-seductively-deadly feline foil.

Biff! Bam! Pow! Its Number 1!

Batman

Origin:You know him. You truly love him. Everyone wants to be like him. He’s Bob Kane’s square-jawed, obsessive and perpetually tortured crime fighter deluxe who first entered the public consciousness in 1939 – and never left. Before his death in 1998, Bob Kane said that his inspiration for the Batman character came from Douglas Fairbanks: or, more specifically, his portrayal of Zorro. Kane also mentioned that Leonardo Da Vinci’s design for an “ornithopter flying machine” was the main inspiration for batman’s wing-like cape.

Why We Love Him So: Most heroes within the pages of comic books are “super”. That means, naturally, that most of them have some kind of power that is generally beyond the normal, physiological limitations of human beings. Some heroes can fly, almost all possess some level of super strength and almost all have some kind of physical weakness which could, when utilized by a super villain or two, prove to lead directly to their personal Waterloos. Batman, however, has never been portrayed as anything other than one-hundred-percent human – with very human frailties and weaknesses. In essence, Batman represents the potential and possibility that any one of us could rise to that level of heroism – with the right training, intelligence and expertise. Of course, it’s convenient that Batman’s alter-ego, Multi-billionaire Bruce Wayne, happens to be described as one of the “wealthiest men in the world”. It helps to be able to have the disposable income to build and accomplish virtually anything that you may wish to.

Regardless of Batman’s fantastic wealth, he is forever flawed: he’s a haunted, moody, violent and vindictive man who doesn’t hide too many of his character flaws from the people who know him best (which are admittedly few). The normal human failings a rich, handsome playboy is expected to have – a weakness for booze and babes, for instance – Bruce Wayne “fakes” in order to portray himself as an alcoholic party machine. More admirably, Batman doesn’t kill – and he has a deep aversion to traditional firearms. All told, he is a character that we can easily relate to, and even more easily identify with and desire to emulate. Dressing the part is about as close to being able to “be” Batman as almost all of us will ever get, and we do it with great enthusiasm. At conventions, costume balls and fetish parties, Batman is usually the best-represented character, and some fans take great pains (not to mention spend an inordinate amount of money) to achieve the desired effect. A Batman costume isn’t something to be attempted lightly – a bad Batman costume could end up looking utterly ridiculous (and let’s be honest: The Adam West 1960’s version almost universally looks ridiculous), especially when compared side to side with someone who took years, and even thousands of dollars, to perfect their own caped crusader look. It isn’t just the armored suit, the gloves, the cape and the cowl, and the boots a dedicated Bat-Fan needs to obtain: part of Batman’s attraction is the wearing and utilization of his “Belt” that is integral to an accurate, and respected, portrayal of the character. Of any comic book character, Batman is the one that is most adaptable to an evolving time. The armored suit has, with little variance, remained recognizable for generations of fans. It is unquestioned the Batman will remain a favorite of costume enthusiasts for generations to come. His appeal is universal, his methods breathtakingly timeless. There is a little piece of Batman that resides in all of us, and it’s probably the biggest reason why his image is so incredibly popular (yes, even at costumed fetish events).

“… If the cut of the costume indicates intellect and talent, then the color indicates temper and heart.”

~ Thomas Carlyle, Victorian-Era Historian and Essayist

Honorable Mentions: The Watchmen (particularly Silk Spectre, Comedian and Rorshach); Green Arrow, Green Lantern (although to most of us, he looks like a totally ambiguously gay hero in that outfit); Green Hornet (what the hell is it with the color ‘green’?); Captain America; Iron Man (if you have the resources to pull it off); Daredevil and Elektra; Scarlet Witch; Vampirella.

(Notes on the usage of photos: All photographs have been reproduced through acquisition via General Domain on the World Wide Web. Photos of Supergirl and Catwoman in latex are used as a promotional courtesy, all rights retained by Bianca Beauchamp. Photo of Dark Phoenix courtesy of the costume design studio of Meredith Placko. Photo of Kim Kardashian as Wonder Woman, and all other images obtained through the graces of the General Domain on the World Wide Web. Images remain under the auspices of their original creators.)

Thankfully, for those of us who revere our chosen alternative life expressions, the advent of the Internet has made it very easy to get our hands on virtually anything (within legality) we want. That has proven to be both an absolute blessing, by and large, and an abject curse in certain circles. For instance, in relation to the “curse”, some so-called expert materials have been published in the past whose content was either too dry and clinical, or nauseatingly ego centric (and we’ve all read those books, I’m quite sure) to be really only of value as a visible potential conversation piece on a bookshelf in someone’s dungeon or playroom.

For every Screw the Roses, Send me the Thorns (which in the opinion of several fetishists and SM practitioners, Your Humble Narrator included, is one of the worst books related to BDSM ever foisted on us), there seemed to be at least a dozen more similar volumes that were considered only marginally better. In the past, folks used to purchase SM-related books, I suspect, mostly to make a very visible pseudo-credibility statement to their peers. Many of these really, really bad books were purchased by really good people – and I know for certain most of them were never even read, let alone had their spines cracked. As time has gone on, we’ve been far more fortunate: the demand for good, solid, experienced reference material hasn’t died at all – it has, it seems, only escalated – and the quality of materials available to us has also thankfully increased. Part of that may very well be a simple matter of numbers, as more and more books over the past decade have found their way onto more mainstream bookstore shelves.

One of those exceptional books – in my opinion an absolute “must have” for every serious BDSM enthusiast – is How to Be Kinky: A Beginner’s Guide to BDSM by noted Canadian lifestyle educator Lord Morpheous. Do yourselves a favour and buy this book. It won’t just sit and look impressive sitting on your bookshelf: you’ll actually learn a thing or two, and you won’t be able to simply put it down.

What separates this book from similar works? To start with, it’s damned fun to read. I don’t want to give anything away, really – but as an example, early on in the book there is a very well-written narrative, relating an early experience, of Lord Morpheous and his efforts to try and explain to his parents why his dishwasher was filled with sex toys after he’d had a gathering while they were away. Drawing on the anecdotes and vast experiences of his friends and colleagues throughout the book, Lord Morpheous has ingeniously managed to capture the true essence of sadomasochism (it’s grand fun, damnit!) all the while providing witty and expert advice along the way. It’s a clever format: the reader expects or assumes the book to be, perhaps, another somewhat vapid and plodding “connect the dots of BDSM” instruction manual, but in fact its structured very much like a collection of topical (and extremely entertaining) short stories about people and their gut-wrenchingly and often gut-bustingly honest experiences. Naturally, if you happen to learn a thing or two along the way – and you will – that’s an appreciated bonus. Lord Morpheous is regarded as one of the very best rope bondage artists and educators within our realm today, but How to Be Kinky is so very much more than a mere ‘bondage manual’. There is a taste of fetishes from “A” to “Z” within its pages: there’s is sure to be something that everyone can relate to. Other “how to” books have tended to generally disregard entire legions of particular kinks (Screw the Roses, Send me the Thorns for instance contains virtually nothing but a somewhat contemptuous and dismissive reference to cross-dressing), but Lord Morpheous has adeptly managed to give respect and creedence to (almost) every fashion of popular fetishy sensual expression – and he’s managed to do it in a concise but wildly amusing manner.

It’s a brilliant, effective and natural way to introduce anyone (with even so much as a passing interest in kink) to all the positive aspects of what it is we love to do. That makes this book unique – and truly a “must have” for excited newcomer and experienced hard player alike. The novice will learn, in their own vernacular and at their own “level” because the anecdotes are all written in a way to be so appealling and interesting, and the experienced will just love the collection of stories. In short, Lord Morpheous has managed to author the much-desired and nearly impossible-to-reproduce “win-win” scenario; the happy balance in which his efforts truly will appeal to anyone and everyone, from the rookie to the seasoned veteran.

It’s a formula that has found much success in other genres: more specifically, in sports books and even more specifically, in baseball books. I do not know if Lord Morpheous is much of a sports fan: but the man knows how to write, edit and convey tales so well, that I am confident in saying if he wanted to write the definitive work on playing water polo, it would be the world’s best and more informative seller on that topic in history.

Personally, I’d much prefer to wait for his sure-to-follow “Volume Two” efforts on How to Be Kinky. I’m sure Lord Morpheous could explain it perfectly – but I’d rather read about his experiences and lessons in BDSM than just how the hell those water polo guys manage to get snorkels and masks on their damned horses.

No, I do not speak of the start of the Canadian or American football seasons. Neither do I deign to mention that baseball, that grand old “uniquely American” game (yes, my British cohorts, I am well aware that you used to call the game ‘Rounders’, you know), truly hits its stride after the grand Nationalistic drunk-fest and massive, impressive fireworks displays of July 1^st and 4^th, respectively.

The numbers of all those who have, to this point, hanged those cheap little nationalistic flags from their automobiles and rooftops, and fervently bellowed at the top of their lungs their patriotic devotions to their “homelands” (most of which have never even set foot in said “homeland”, I might add) have even been drastically reduced. This is due, naturally, to the sobering fact that “their country” being represented in soccer’s World Cup, currently being contested in South Africa, have been eliminated from the world’s greatest tournament. July 11^th, 2010, the World Cup Final, is sure to be a spectacle not to be missed, to be sure: but unless your heritage originates from one of the two nations playing in that Final match, your interest level is sure to be marginal at best. So we’re not eagerly anticipating that quadrennial happenstance necessarily, either.

In point of fact, we’re not even enthusiastically discussing any sporting events at all. The onset of summer also ushers in the new round of most-desired Fetish Events. This year, in the appropriately named Year of the Tiger, features some July and August events that simply must be billed as “can’t miss”. For your information and edification, Your Humble Narrator has compiled (in his considered professional opinion) the “Cream of the Crop” of events that you, gentle reader, may wish to think about spending some time at. There is a lot happening this summer – and in a tremendous amount of places. I’ve therefore divided this Event Guide into distinct parts. This week, you’ll be reading about Fetish Bets for July 2010, with dates, pricing and locales noted as necessary:

1). TESFest 

 Piscataway, New Jersey            July 2^nd – July 5^th

Anyone who has been around the “scene” long enough knows exactly what “TES” stands for. The Eulenspiegal Society seems like they’ve been around forever and a day – and in a certain sense (at least in regards to the collective Fetish Community), they have. TES was started in 1971 by an individual named (appropriately enough) Pat Bond and a number of others in the greater New York City area who were appreciative of “outlandish costumes and strange behaviors” and felt it was high time to create a ‘society’ where everyone could express themselves in comfort and without fear of compromise. TES certainly wasn’t the first Fetish group to organize and start encouraging kinksters to come out and participate: but they most certainly were, by far, the most publicized. The Society, named in somewhat of a tongue-in-cheek reverence and in recognition of an old German folklore character known as Till Eulenspiegal (the fellow in which we are indebted for supplying us with the prototypical “Jester”; or for card playing devotees “Joker” imagery, and also for inspiring the phrase “he marches to the beat of his own drum”), has been conducting large-scale events off and on over the past nearly four decades. Their annual offering is known as TESFest and is held, generally, during the Fourth of July celebrations within the New York/New Jersey area. This year the event is being held at the Radisson Hotel in Piscataway, New Jersey and features a number of pursuits sure to satisfy the tastes of every fetish purist. Whether a visitor would prefer to take part in one of their excellent classes being offered for instruction, or indulge a bit in some nearly scandalous behavior during the Cloud 9 and Cloud 10, Kinky Ladies Afternoon Tea Party or the Latex Pool Party events, there is certain to be the heights of hedonism enjoyed by all who have decided to participate.

Unique Feature:  There is a “Tops and Bottoms” Auction, a Wrestling Club Workshop as well as a Charity Kinky Casino taking place during the weekend-long festivities. Often copied but seldom equaled, TES usually and simply just “does it better” when it comes to unique, quirky and downright fun special events.

Website: TESFest

2). PRIDE Toronto

Toronto, Ontario             July 1^st – July 4^th

The City of Toronto has been chosen as the host burg for the World Pride Event in 2014 – and rightfully so. With the notable and definite exception of San Francisco, it’s arguable that no other major world city has such visible support – from the Federal, Provincial and Municipal Governments to the “common” event visitor, no less. This year’s Pride events actually swung into full gear with an official opening on June 25th – but the weekend of July 2^nd, 3^rd and 4^this really when the party really gets rocking. In addition to the usual Street Festivals and parades within Toronto’s legendary Rainbow District, there are a quite a few family and adult-only activities planned that are sure to please the discerning party palettes of everyone who ventures into Toronto’s downtown core. The ridiculousness and utter nonsensical violence of the whole G20 fiasco has been left behind: there’s a party in Toronto, and everyone’s invited! This (and the next two years, for that matter) is sure to be an exceptional “dress rehearsal” to the city hosting the LGBT world when 2014 finally rolls around.

Unique Feature:  While there is always a selection of new performances to sample during Pride Week, this year Toronto’s Buddies in Bad Times Theatre Company is hosting an interesting ensemble entitled No Apologies. Many of Canada’s best young and rising musicians, actors, poets, dancers – hell, artists from all disciplines – will be performing non-stop from 2:00 pm to 10:00 pm on July 3^rd, 2010, within the Theatre space itself and the Alexander St. Parkette located right outside. There is no question some of these performances should be worth a look. Northbound Leather, as is their custom, is hosting a Meet and Greet at their store location on Yonge St. Friday, July 2^nd and is also facilitating a Kinky Boat Cruise on the evening of July 3^rd (admirably and strategically coinciding with the beginning of a Tall Ships Festival along Toronto’s gloriously beautiful waterfront).

Website: PRIDE Toronto

3). Bondage Ball

 Hollywood, California                July 3^rd – July 4^th

For whatever reason, Southern California doesn’t get a whole lot of enthusiastic attention within the confines of the Fetish world event scene. Perhaps the organizers of Hollywood’s Bondage Ball during the Fourth of July weekend can rectify that. Greater Los Angeles has always been somewhat of a “well kept secret” amongst Fetish and SM practitioners. Quietly – very quietly – some of the best performance acts, educators and facilitators have made their way out of the City of Angels and are gaining popular notoriety in more traditional Fetish event locales. Internationally-known latex model Masuimi Max is your Hostess for the evening – but there are a number of jaw-dropping acts scheduled to perform. Some of these acts include well-known artists Julie Simoneand RubberNecro, aerial performances by up-and comer Bound Lotus and a veritable pantheon of extremely popular Los Angeles-based DJ’s. By all accounts, it’s taken some time for Bondage Ball in Hollywood to gain some traction, but with the quality of people represented that are responsible in part of its continued success, here’s hoping it will not only continue to entrench in Southern California: it will evolve into one of the truly “Can’t Miss” events on the international social Fetish calendar.

Unique Feature:  It’s Southern California! It’s Hollywood! Sure, their overall formula may appear to be derivative – but it’s Hollywood, for cryin’ out loud! No-one throws a bad party in Hollywood! If that wasn’t enough, take a look at their website and try and grasp the true sense of just how many “name” folk within our realm will be in attendance. The best part of it is … it’s only going to cost those who go $25.00!

Website: Bondage Ball

4). Vancouver Dungeon

Vancouver, B.C.                        July 3^rd – July 4^th

Okay: all of you who happened to see that incredibly reprehensible first season of Showcase’s Canadian-based ‘reality series’ KINK can relax. Vancouver really isn’t all that freakishly dysfunctional. A much better representation of what Vancouver’s scene is truly like might be found in Metro Vancouver Kink’s simplistically, straightforwardly named Dungeon Party. In a town where the Fetish and SM scene is about as respected as those who “ply their trade” along Vancouver’s embarrassing East Side, it certainly seems like someone got their stuff together. The Vancouver Dungeon Party is somewhat secretive, to be sure – but all the necessary information needed to become a participant is available: as long as you don’t mind directness, and “to the point” information. According to those I have spoken to in Vancouver, the MVK and their Dungeon Party has given rise to some real hope in a town where, beforehand, very little existed when it came to “Community Fetish Events”.

Unique Feature:  There really isn’t anything overtly remarkable about the Vancouver Dungeon Party that is readily available online that would distinguish it from any number of other “run of the mill” nightclub gatherings. What does distinguish it, however, is the simple fact that there’s long-term hope for a solid, re-occurring SM/Fetish night amongst good, solid people in Vancouver for the first time in what seems like an eternity – and that in itself just has to be “good news” for kinky inhabitants of the West Coast’s truly most beautiful city.

Website: Vancouver Dungeon Party

5). Vendetta

Long Island, N.Y.                      July 11^th – July 12^th

Billed as Long Island’s “Premiere Fetish Party”, Vendetta generally is scheduled to take place every second Saturday in Bethpage, Long Island. This iteration, however, is a little bit different: there is going to be an attempt made to break a “World Record” by a gentleman who calls himself The Human Floor and has been featured as a performer on a number of US-based talk shows. What’s the record being broken, you ask? You should certainly be able to figure it out based on the man’s name – but suffice to say there will probably be at least 20 women in high-heeled shoes and boots just … “standing around” … The play areas have all received a “first class thumbs up” from certain close friends who have attended Vendetta in the past, and their DJ of choice (Xris Smack) is regarded as simply one of the best in the business. For July 2010’s itinerary, they are also featuring a unique latex Fashion Show as a part of the evening’s festivities – and there is always “Gourmet Food” included with the price of your entrance ticket. All in all, Vendetta not only covers all the bases desired and demanded by their guests: it covers those bases extremely well and provides just that little “extra” that keeps everyone coming back for more.

Unique Feature:  One of the things that separate Vendetta from other major New York City area Fetish nights is their in-event promotions. For instance, in the past there has been a “competition” designed to award the wearer of “the sexiest shoes” for the evening: this alone was certain to bring every shoe and boot fetishist for miles around through their doors (and let’s face it, who amongst us isn’treally a slathering, salivating shoe or boot fetishist, anyway?). A somewhat interesting twist: Vendetta offers a substantial reduction in ticket prices to those who can prove they traveled from New York City to Bethpage via commuter train. What makes this feature really of value to party attendees, however, is the fact that the proprietor of Vendetta (by all accounts an engaging individual known as Mister Anthony) takes it upon himself to arrange transportation from the Bethpage train station to the event venue (The Long Island Manor). That’s unique – and one of the reasons why Vendetta is a clearly a step above some of the more stolid, stereotypical Fetish nights in the New York City area.

Website: Vendetta

Next Week: We take a look at Kinky Camping in Southern Ontario and Northern Alberta; large-scale Fetish Flea Markets in Massachusetts); one of the best-known large-scale events in Colorado; and “The Fifth Element” and what that means to folks in Texas. 

Great undertakings are often brought to completion in one of only two ways: They are either enormously successful, or they result in dismal collapse and failure. More often than not, especially due to outside influence, unforeseen situations and destructive occurrences beyond one’s control, grand visions and ideas can soon become nothing more than ill-fated, poorly-advised, badly executed, and dismally-failed shattered dreams.

What was a triumphant, exciting new entrant into the major fetish event scene in North America a scant nine months ago had all the potential to follow along the train-wreck rails of so many promising, preceding ventures. To wit, this particular event could very well have been of the “one and done” variety, were it not for the solid efforts of its main motivating force, and organizational master.

It is with great pleasure and a huge, satisfactory sigh that Your Humble Narrator and Only True Friend can confidently and righteously say that the second (and most ambitious) iteration of Toronto’s eagerly-anticipated Torture Garden Fetish Event was very much the former, and very little of the latter. It is safe to say, right here and right now, that as of May 2010, the longer-established “lifestyle” conventions, events and weekends have some serious competition for Fetish Festival attendee dollars in North America.

It is doubtful that anyone could have predicted that a single evening’s debauchery a little under a year ago (Torture Garden was initially welcomed to Toronto in August 2009) would have a meteoric evolution into an unbelievable five-night celebration of sinful excess. Anyone, that is, with the notable exception of the event’s organizational workhorse, Craig Galbreath. Even the two founders of the Torture Garden “franchise movement”, David Wood and Allen Pelling, were initially skeptical two full evenings of Toronto back-to-back fetish nights bearing the iconic Torture Garden masthead would be well-attended and wildly popular – let alone stretching the festivities into a five-day affair. “What Craig has done here is unmatched. It’s astounding, really,” a somewhat visibly subdued DJ David Wood remarked during a break between his sets on the Opera House stage. “When he told us he wanted to do a whole holiday weekend of Torture Garden (in Toronto), we weren’t really thinking he was serious at first. We had counted on another, successful one-night show: Craig gave us more. Hat’s are off to him. He’s worked very hard. He’s gained our confidence, for certain.”

Since Torture Garden Toronto said farewell to honoured guests, featured performers and satisfied delegates during a wonderful (if somewhat unseasonably warm) outdoor Wine and Cheese party on Victoria Day (May 24th, a national holiday in Canada), Your Humble Narrator has been inundated with queries – and demands – regarding when a full assessment and commentary regarding the near week-long festival would be produced, and made available for discerning eyes and ears. After taking some time to speak with several involved participants and excited attendees alike, a top to bottom review of the diabolically delicious pageantry that was Torture Garden Toronto 2010 is what follows.

Torture Garden, the Good:

The Music: Where does one start? There were truly so many superlatives about Torture Garden Toronto that it’s truly impossible to pick out a single, exceptional and definitive moment to call “The Best of Show”. What can be said as an appropriate beginning, however, is the quality exhibited by the event’s founders and chief musicologists, David TG and Allen TG (yes, the very same twosome mentioned above). During the two main event nights at Toronto’s old and oddly appropriate venue known as The Opera House, the rave reviews for the selection and expert transitioning of music by the disc jockeys inhabiting the stage were virtually universal.

In fact, “quality of music” has always been somewhat of a complaint regarding Toronto’s nightclub scene: more often than not, revelers are disappointed that Toronto DJ’s tend to exhaustively spin the recordings that they (the DJ’s) think their public should enjoy dancing to – whether their public likes what they are spinning, or not. Dance junkies don’t usually care if they’re force-fed repeated volumes of the same aural fare, of course. However, the consistent and exceptional quality of music that was offered to the writing masses at Torture Garden Toronto is worth noting. David and Allen know their business, of that there is no question, and it is I believe a significant reason as to why the Torture Garden franchise has been so successful for the past twenty-odd years.

Give the people great music, and professionally presented, and the “eye candy” aspect becomes somewhat incidental. All through Saturday and Sunday evening’s main events at The Opera House, the dance floors – hell, the upper level dungeon/play spaces and media balcony even – were a happy, roiling mass of fervently delirious feet and expressively ecstatic, feverish bodies. People had wondered (last year and this year both) why David and Allen would come all the way to Toronto and “work” their own franchise party. The answer, now, we definitely know. It’s because they’re the best at what they do. They keep the people excited, happy, and most importantly, moving. It is here, without question, that the winning formula has been forged by the founding fathers of TG: Combine great music with exceptional atmosphere and top it all off with the most delicious aforementioned eye candy assembled, and you have the recipe for the perfect party.

The Performances: Almost all of the performances during Saturday and Sunday evening’s main events were quite spectacular. More will be said about RubberDoll a little further on, but her two performances definitely thrilled those who hadn’t been exposed to her act before. Those that had seen her previously, well … suffice to say it would appear from comments in the crowd that her act really hasn’t changed much in the past year (or more). That being said, RubberDoll is a seasoned, professional fetish performer and she certainly didn’t disappoint. She wasn’t appearing to be “simply going through the motions”, as she gave a high-octane, savagely energetic showpiece that titillated and teased the assembled crowd gasping at the contortions and machinations taking place on the stage above.

In addition to the excellent standard set by RubberDoll, the Fire Dance set and the Aerial Performanceswere both awe-inspiring and mind-altering. There is a genuine sense of great enjoyment when one is able to bear witness to the circus-like precision exhibited by those that dance with fire, and those that twist, turn and (sometimes) twirl high above the ground floor with nothing between them and oblivion but a simple, sturdy hoop or a seemingly thin and suspiciously fragile-looking long length of cloth. No-one who saw these performances went away feeling like they’d been somehow denied their money’s worth.

Highly effective and somewhat discomfort-level causing flesh hook suspension artists I Was Cured returned to the Torture Garden stage after a shockingly triumphant “debut” at last year’s event, and once again judging by the amount of gasps, groans and excited whispers in the crowd they were once more enthusiastically embraced and cheered by an adoring, entranced and spellbound viewing public. Sunday evening featured a fun and definitely “Beach Blanket Kinko” campy demonstration performance from Toronto’s own Kink Engineering, who managed to convey to an (at first) somewhat puzzled crowd exactly what it is about “Vac Beds” that is so damned appealing and ultimately desirable. Mad Scientist and Archean, the undeniably brilliant brains and frenetically enthusiastic minds behind Kink Engineering, unveiled their (sure to be) revolutionary Vac Cube and Vac Tower designs to the very enthusiastic onlookers. In essence, the Vac Cube and the Vac Tower are “three-dimensional” Vac Beds: instead of a dual top and bottom only, decidedly flat-surface bondage effect (what those in the ‘know’ have come to regard as ‘traditional vacuum table technology’), these brand-new product offerings actually encase the imbedded subject within six separate, converging latex pieces. While the crowd enthusiastically whooted and whooped as Archean herself became immobilized by her own latex creation (which was beautifully adorned with a blue and white Japanese wave motif – more on that later), Mad Scientist was joined onstage by a gas-masked unidentified female, who promptly climbed inside the Vac Tower and for all intents and purposes, “disappeared”. The reason for the gas mask soon became absolutely apparent: as the Vac Tower was raised above the stage, and the air was removed by a small canister vacuum cleaner on the floor below, the six-sided latex cube quickly revealed the young lady literally suspended in mid-air (or, in this case, mid-rope) within. The gas mask was revealed to be attached to a breathing hose that was connected to the outside world – ensuring that the bound beauty within wasn’t about be locked in a life and death struggle for precious oxygen. When the Vac Tower was finally lowered to the stage, and the masked female was “released” from her rubber bindings, it was (of course) the incomparable rope and suspension artist Lotuslily who was revealed to have been the masked “victim” of the imposing Vac Tower. Sure, it was ‘camp couture’ at its best: but it was also an extremely effective (and fun!) demonstration of the capabilities of the units designed and manufactured by Kink Engineering. In that regard, the performance was a resounding, and much appreciated, success.

Some other established performers were given prime spots in the performance line-up, and they certainly didn’t disappoint. Satomi, The Tokyo Love Doll and Vivid Angel in particular both stunned and thrilled the crowd with displays that certainly broke many of the bonds of convention. There was even a playful bit of intentional controversy (which won’t be discussed here) that was surely designed to send the crowd into whispered frenzies of shock and amazement. Suffice to say that if you do have an opportunity to see Satomi and Vivid Angel in particular, don’t miss it: those two ladies put on one hell of a performance.

The Fashion Shows:  With the addition of Northbound Leather, the fetish fashion ensembles were extremely fresh and generated a huge amount of over-the-top excitement. Northbound Leather’s designs, when the models took to the stage, were described immediately by one American visitor (from Michigan) as “completely sick” and definitely in the “I must have that” categories. Northbound was joined onstage in short order by exceptional, delicious ensembles from design houses Futurstate, Plastik Wrap and Artifice – each one with their own unique signature and style, and each one enthusiastically endorsed by an adoring public in the gathered audience below.

However, as good as Northbound Leather, Futurstate, Plastik Wrap and Artifice was, it was Toronto’s Ego Assassin that literally brought the house down. In what was the best choreographed and well-performed set of the entire Torture Garden experience, James and Slinka of Ego Assassin managed to combine an aquatic theme with an industrial edge, and gave their viewers truly a visually explosive treat. The audience was treated to another instance of the blue and white Japanese wave – this time as a smaller scale artistic treatment featured on the front of a corset adorning the bodice of a slender, lithe latex-blue female “shark”. The motifs are a trademark of Ego Assassin’s work: and there simply isn’t anything in the known fetish world that compares. Their process is unique and revolutionary (and no, I won’t give it away here, although even James and Slinka say it’s surprisingly straight-forward), and the final product is truly amazing. It is one thing to see these intricate latex designs and motifs static and unmoving on a production table, or within staged photographs. It is quite another to see those designs literally come to life, on stage, when worn by exotically-moving models and dancers. By the end of their fashion segment, the crowd below the stage was screaming in unrequited approval and amazement when two black latex “sea insectoids,” each with misshapen glowing eyes, entered and accosted one of the aquatically finned lithe females. The entire segment, truly, had to be seen to be believed. As Ego Assassin continues to develop and evolve their product lines, their designs are sure to be regarded as highly in demand by latex enthusiasts world-wide.

The Seminars: In somewhat of a risky move, Torture Garden Toronto sponsored a series of seminars that were simply expertly organized and executed by Toronto’s own Lord Morpheous. I venture to say, with extreme confidence, that there are few (if any) more engaging, knowledgeable and exceptional rope work educators within our realm. Three of the seminars were held at the host hotel (Sheraton Centre) on the Saturday afternoon, and two others were held at another, less central location on the Sunday.

One of those seminars – one which Your Humble Narrator had witnessed before, in Montreal during the Fetish Weekend – was conducted by a man named Dunter and focused on the finer aspects of controlling someone using Pressure Points on the human body. Due to a scheduling conflict, our little entourage (which included the lovely Mistress Lyn, her devoted, talented husband and “personal photographer” SJoe from New York, and a fresh young female acolyte new to our Community known as Severne) arrived at the very end of Dunter’s allotted time – but judging by the rave reviews expressed by all present, there was no question that, once again, this impressive and extremely talented educator from Montreal had held his audience (you’ll pardon the phrase, of course) “captive”. He made a new cabal of devotees in Toronto with his effectual and effusive, genial and extremely effective teaching style.

A rising star on the “Kinky Lecture Circuit” appeared in the form of a young gentleman who goes by the simple moniker of Cub Dan, and his engaging and delightful seminar on how to use regular household items (and some eyebrow raising “irregular” household items) as sensation implements for SM play was both incredibly insightful – and extremely entertaining at the same time. Watch for this man: he’s truly something special as an educator. Just don’t let him anywhere near you with a ring of steel wool, electrode attachments, a vibrating wood sander or a bottle of Hot Sauce if you can help it. He’s impressively adept at perverting (pretty much) anything – and safely – he can get his hands on.

Lord Morpheous himself ended a near-perfect and enjoyable afternoon with a fantastic talk, demonstration and audience participation lecture on Sex Bondage. He was joined, with perfect fluidity, by a beautiful and completely engaging young lady by the name of elle who served as the subject for the various ties Lord Morpheous was teaching. She wasn’t just a model: during the seminar she gave some extremely valuable and much-appreciated insight, from a bottom’s perspective, about what she was experiencing as she was being restrained. There is a reason why Lord Morpheous, in my opinion, is one of the most sought-after facilitators in North America: not only is he an experienced and truly fantastic rope artist, but he’s enjoyable and engaging to watch and listen to.

What was most impressive, about all three of these presenters, was how well their audience retained the knowledge they had just obtained. Being able to walk out of a room and be able to perform, safely and with complete confidence, a pressure point takedown; a ‘shocking’ Karaoke performance (sorry, you’ll just have to take one of Cub Dan’s classes to truly want to know what I’m talking about – but it involves electrodes, a microphone and steel wool if you must know); or a chicken-wing tie, is assuredly the mark of a true professional. All three men could be thusly, and accurately, described. Unfortunately, time and distance did not allow our little group to review the other two seminars scheduled that weekend – but if the three we were exposed to are any indication, I’m sure they were every bit as informative, fun and superb.

The Atmosphere: Choose an adjective, and chances are it applies to the over-all mood, feel and attitude of Torture Garden party-goers. Electric? Mysterious? Adrenaline-laced? Frenetic? Vibrant? All of the above? If there was one single word to be used as a definitive summary of the Torture Garden Toronto experience, it would without question have to be: “Alive” There can be little doubt; those who bid adieu to the ceremonies in 2010 have already started making plans to be in attendance at the 2011 event.

Torture Garden, the Bad:

Torture Garden Toronto officially got underway with a welcoming event on Friday evening. There isn’t much to say about the venue, unfortunately: our entourage spent almost the entirety of the evening outdoors, on the sidewalk near the front door. So did many, many others who ventured out that night. At one point, it truly was a toss-up as to which had the greater numbers: the party going on inside the venue, or the party happening outside.

Not that it mattered. This must be stressed: there were very, very few complaints regarding the unfortunate lack of space this particular venue provided indoors. People who showed up, dressed in all their fabulousness in respective latex, leather, satin, PVC and even canvas, to a person had a most enjoyable time meeting with old friends, and perhaps making new ones. However, there were certainly issues with this particular venue (regarding the understanding of rules at the outset of the evening) that did put quite a damper on the hopes of those whom had hoped to spend Opening Night comfortably dancing and cavorting indoors.

In simple terms, the venue was just too small – and the House Rules of this particular club simply too incompatible – to completely, comfortably accommodate the mass of Torture Garden attendees that did manage to make it down for the night. Undoubtedly, there had to be certain numbers of patrons who had purchased a VIP or a weekend pass that may have felt disappointment regarding Friday night and the fact that they (most likely) spent most of the evening outdoors instead of within the venue. But here’s the caveat, and the wondrous thing: the majority of people (including our own entourage) really didn’t seem to mind. It wasn’t the venue that made the party on Friday night: it was the people. Everyone was ecstatic to be there, amongst their peers – and it showed.

Torture Garden, the Ugly:

Last year, it was somewhat jokingly suggested that the only glaring thing wrong with Torture Garden’s main event … was the condition of the stairs on the upper levels. The owners of The Opera House should have heeded those somewhat tongue in cheek comments, because this year, those stairs actually continued to be a problem. Thankfully, the extent of the issue with the upper level stairs at The Opera House (and the grumbles were constrained, it must be said, to the upper levels only) really could only be considered minor in scope. Every organizer, though, that is contemplating mounting a major fetish event should consider that their guests will be adorned in very high-priced fetish haute couture that includes very expensive outerwear and footwear. It would be in their best interests if the interiors of the venue they were providing (for said finery) actually didn’t contribute in any way to the destruction of these delicious ensembles. In complete fairness to Craig Galbraith, the main mover and shaker of Torture Garden Toronto, there simply wasn’t anything he could have done better to guarantee the safety and security of his guests – the entire event, from the three nights of parties, to the seminars and to the farewell dinner afterwards, were meticulously organized and exceptionally managed. This writer can attest to the fact that Mr. Galbraith did absolutely everything within his limited power to try and address the (relatively simply) issue of those damned stairs – but obviously was ultimately thwarted. Maybe next year, Craig?

Speaking of next year: Torture Garden 2011 should be very interesting. It will certainly be hard for Craig (and David and Allen, for that matter) to top the five days of twisted and feverish consensual torment that was this year’s fantastic fetish festival. Torture Garden continues to evolve and evoke wondrous new beginnings. People will come – because Torture Garden simply gives the masses want they want: a fabulous time, a memorable experience, and a chance to express themselves without repercussion amongst their peers.

Really, to quote the immortal George and Ira Gershwin: ‘Who could ask for anything more?’

(All Photographs by SJoe, Lady Morganna and Kardynyl SynysTyr – Courtesy of Torture Garden Toronto 2010) (Images may not be reproduced without express written permission)

(Note: Photographs do not necessarily correspond with accompanying text)

Thursday Night:

Festivities got under way with an Industry Night Martini Party at Toronto’s Club Nocturne (which occupies the club space formerly held by Toronto’s legendary gothic mainstay, Savage Garden on Queen Street), where photographers, models and performers exchanged greetings, pleasantries and business cards while enjoying the extravagant and exquisite tastes from a specifically-designed and executed Martini menu. The night was exceptionally pleasant and the crowd twittered excitedly about what was sure to come in the days ahead. It was a perfect start, in a welcoming and warm environment, to Torture Garden 2010.

Friday Night:

More will be written, and more in-depth, about Friday evening in Monday’s over-all general review of Torture Garden Toronto. The spring Canadian air couldn’t have been more perfect – which was extremely good fortune, considering the party at the venue was happening both inside and outside. It didn’t matter whether the crowds chose to congregate inside or out, everyone seemed to have an amazingly good time. Even the gawkers driving by on Queen Street, and the on-foot passersby, at times couldn’t help but stop and attempt to engage many of the outstandingly attired festival attendees gathered on the street corner in front of the venue. Great atmosphere, fantastic, happy people with equally fantastic outfits, and an overall, general “good feeling” emanated from the gathered revellers. In short, Friday evening was an excellent way to celebrate the ‘official’ start of the weekend’s festivities.

Saturday:

The line-up includes a series of seminars at the Sheraton Centre Hotel in central Toronto, beginning at noon and continuing to early evening. Later, the first of the two “Main Events” – the Torture Garden “Ball” itself – will get underway at The Opera House on Queen Street.

(… Updates will be coming … stayed tuned …)

It’s everything else in-between (Friday through Sunday), however, that is sure to become the stuff in which legends are born.

Torture Garden Toronto is an ambitious fetish weekend that is the brainchild of Ontario promoter Craig Galbreath. Other cities in North America have their own weekend-long fetish events, to be sure – but Torture Garden Toronto is truly set to become a very unique (dare I say ‘revolutionary’) experience. What started as a single evening of pandemonium a little under one year ago has blossomed into a full-scale, weekend-long fetish festival. All of the meticulous planning and patient organization is about to culminate in a whirling frenzy of personal expression and celebration. It’s somewhat of a risky venture – evolving a tried-and-true international franchise consisting of a single evening’s salutations and gyrations into an entire five day, continuous party – but it’s a risk Craig felt was one worth taking, and long, long overdue.

In order to help reduce, if not eliminate, any potential for unforeseen disasters (and by his own admission, in order to “get a look at how the real founding experts do it, up close and personal”) Craig recently traveled to the lair of the original Torture Garden duo, David Wood and Allen Pelling, in London, England. For a few intense days, Craig found himself immersed within the frenzied hotbed of organizational activity that goes into planning the flagship Torture Garden event in London. He came away “humbled and with a much greater appreciation” of the immense amount of work needed to keep the franchise going in Europe. When he returned to Toronto, he felt absolutely and completely prepared, and confident, that his landmark idea to turn Torture Garden into a weekend-long celebration of all things fetish would not only be well received, but had a realistic chance to become an annual, revered part of the North American fetish party-circuit ‘landscape’. “The amazing thing is,”  Craig said, “David and Allen are just like me: a regular couple of guys, with regular routines, who just happen to really love throwing a good party for people.”

According to Craig, the feedback he got from Londoners was extremely positive and encouraging. “I came back knowing that (expanding) Torture Garden as a weekend-long party was a very good idea.”

It would be impossible to adequately do justice to, and provide exhaustive details, for each and every aspect that will make up the massive undertaking that is being called “Toronto’s Fetish Weekend.” The main events on Saturday and Sunday evenings – the eagerly anticipated, landmark Torture Garden Ball itself and the Medical Mayhem Night – are sure to attract feverish attention from attendees. But there is a lot more happening during Torture Garden Toronto, and what follows is a brief outline of some of the other exceptional things one can expect to experience during the entire weekend.

There is also a “general transportation assistance” segment that (hopefully) should help those not familiar with Canada’s largest city get around to the various venues timely – and comfortably.

1). Torture Garden Seminars

On Saturday and Sunday afternoons, Toronto’s Lord Morpheoushas put together an amazing and simply “can’t be missed” series of seminars designed to give attendees a little more depth, and direction, in some of the more extreme aspects of intense SM play. While at first glance some of these seminars may appear intimidating to the casual observer, the reality is that Lord Morpheous (best-selling author of How to Be Kinkyand a well-known and respected bondage artist and photographer whose stellar work has been featured at numerous events across North America) has assembled an incredibly talented collection of facilitators and instructors that are quite capable of offering expert instruction in their disciplines to both the “casual” and the “hardcore” practitioner. “There are always classes, at every large event, that offer instruction on the basics,” Lord Morpheous said. “Our aim was to appeal to those that wanted a little more. People that come (to Torture Garden Toronto) are absolutely certain to meet more than enough people during the weekend that will be perfectly happy to show them some of those basics. Our seminar roster is designed for those who want to experience something a bit more extreme, and edgy”.

To that end, that roster of educators is simply formidable: Lord Morpheous is proud to have secured the services of a gentleman who goes by the name of Dunter who will be giving instruction on Pressure Point Control. Speaking from personal experience, my beautiful life partner Lady J (who happens to be quite expert and qualified in the same discipline thanks to years to military police interrogation training) took this exact same class during the Montreal Fetish Weekend in 2009 – and we both came away extremely impressed with both his teaching skills and his knowledge. TG attendees who may not have considered going to any, let alone one, of the seminars at the Sheraton Centre Hotel in Toronto may want to think twice and at the very least consider going to the Pressure Point Control seminar. Dunter is an excellent teacher, an engaging man – and you are guaranteed to come out of that class with an enthusiastic new knowledge about how to effectively administer “control” over your submissive partner (and without leaving any kind of mark).

Lord Morpheous himself will be conducting, with the assistance of a striking beauty by the name of elle, an excellent class on Saturday afternoon that focuses on Sex Bondage Safety for pleasure and and pain. This in-depth seminar is a much needed lesson in how to avoid, but also treat, injuries that could occur during a sexually-charged bondage scene. It is unmistakable truth that many people who practice bondage in the bedroom may encounter some unfortunate ‘accidents’ during their encounters: this seminar aims to teach those with a love of bondage how, first, to prevent those accidents from occurring in the first place, and second, how to treat some of those mishaps properly should they actually occur.

Some of the other seminars include lessons in edge play (Beyond the Toy Bag, given by an up and coming educator named Cub Dan, who is getting a stellar reputation for his extremely personable, funny and expert hands-on instruction technique), a single-tail whip class, and a (not for the squeamish) advanced class on advanced suturing. Full details of each of these exceptional seminars can be found at the Torture Garden Toronto Seminars page on the website.

2). Torture Garden Performances

While some of the performers scheduled to appear during Saturday and Sunday’s “main events” are well known to fetish party attendees across North America and Europe (I Was Cured flesh hook suspension artists, Rubber Doll, Vivid Angel, Satomi, the Tokyo Love Doll), there is an equally impressive array of local lights that simply shouldn’t be missed. The amazing artist, whose canvas consists of the human body (i.e., she’s a body painter extraordinaire) known as Ark Angel will be actively displaying her incredibly talents during the main Ball on Saturday night. While some of the other Main Stage performances are certain to garner much enthusiasm from the adoring masses, those that take the time to view the sheer, jaw-dropping sensuality and raw beauty that is Ark Angel’s “Performance Art” are in for a real, up close and intensely personal, treat.

Kink Engineering, that affable and lovable slightly-crazed professional engineering duo from Toronto will be showcasing their newest creations (specifically: Vacuum Beds and other assorted kinked-up engineering marvels that must be seen to be completely appreciated). Mad Scientist and Archean have been working nearly non-stop around the clock for weeks preparing to debut their newest, mechanically gorgeous, unequivocally perverted and diabolically delicious new “complete restraint systems”. Look for them both Saturday and Sunday nights – you’re certain to be tantalized and tempted to try one of their creations out for yourself.

Saturday and Sunday evening will also feature a fantastic Aerial Performance by some of Canada’s best up-and-coming death-defying young talents. Anyone who has ever seen a Cirque du Soleil show (in person or on video) will recognize the artistry, strength and concentration it takes to perform, several feet above a stage (and a crowd, for that matter), with nothing preventing a serious fall but a giant length of fabric wrapped tightly and expertly about various body parts. The Aerial Performers have been a staple of fetish and sexuality-related trade shows for a few seasons now, but as truly pleasing and astounding a visual feat it is to watch them perform their various aerial ballets, they never seem to get a lot of “respect” in the press. Trust me on this: you don’t want to miss the Aerial Performance this year at Torture Garden.

There are a number of excellent side events scheduled throughout the weekend at Torture Garden, including and not limited to acts including a Fire Dance performance; fetish photographer displays, rope bondage displays and, of course (for those who wish to express themselves through the beauty of sadomasochistic pursuit), a good array of equipment available in the Dungeon play areas.

3). Torture Garden Fashion Shows

Sunday evening’s celebrations include what promises to be an amazing retinue of sartorial splendor from a number of Toronto’s best alternative and fetish fashion designers. New collections from Northbound Leather (always a crowd favorite!), Ego Assassin (sheer artistry in latex), Plastik Wrap (heaven for PVC enthusiasts), FUTURSTATE (highly stylized, futuristic compilations in a variety of materials) and Artiface (self-described “odd assortment of over the top, shiny and well-fitted classics”). This is the first time within recent memory that a fetish event fashion show has combined and featured the very best of design in the three main, coveted fetish trappings: Leather, Latex and PVC.

4). Travel Guide – Main Venues

The main venues are within a relatively confined, central core:

The Opera House: Site of the main Torture Garden Ball and the Medical Mayhem party.

Location: 735 Queen St. East in Toronto. Accessibility:Queen Street Route 501 Streetcars (which run 24 hours) from the host hotel, the Sheraton Centre, and all points along Queen St. Transit fairs in Toronto are $3.00 (one way ride only). The main intersection is Queen St. and Broadview Ave., just East of Toronto’s downtown core. Taxi from Sheraton Centre will run about $10.00 – $13.00 (depending on traffic).

Sheraton Centre Hotel: Host hotel and host Seminar location

Location: 123 Queen St. West in Toronto. Accessibility: You could not ask for a more central location for your host hotel. The Sheraton Centre is located right in the very heart of downtown Toronto, across the street from the futuristic and iconic Toronto City Hall complex. The hotel is approximately one and a half blocks from Toronto’s main downtown drag (Yonge Street). The nearest main intersection is Bay St. The Queen Street Route 501 Streetcars run 24 hours, and there is a stop directly in front of the hotel on either side of the street.

If you’re planning on attending some of the smaller event offerings, the addresses for Club Wicked and Café Taste (Thursday night and Monday afternoon) are posted on the Torture Garden Toronto website. Taxi fares will be slightly higher to travel to the other venues – but the Queen Street Streetcar will take you right there for the same $3.00. Don’t worry about appearing too “out of place” on the Toronto Transit System: This is Queen Street, after all: the locals are quite used to outlandish fashion combinations and fetish wear …

Those that wish to have a complete itinerary of scheduled events can visit the Torture Garden Toronto website. The event details are perfectly laid out and expertly given a brief yet concise description. The website also includes companion website links, event times and venue addresses as well as a general overview of the weekend’s performances and seminars.

If you thinking of skipping Torture Garden Toronto, for whatever reason – don’t. If you were “sitting on the fence” about attending – let yourself fall into the Garden side of the yard. Other weekend-long festivals charge more, and offer less. You are certain to be satisfied, sensitized, and absolutely satiated.

Torture Garden Toronto begins in earnest on May 20th and runs until May 24th in a number of locations in central Toronto. VIP passes, weekend passes and tickets for individual events and seminars are available online, or for pickup in person at Northbound Leather(586 Yonge St., Toronto, Ontario).

(All photos previously published and courtesy of Toronto Garden Toronto and Toronto Garden UK.)