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This Friday in NYC: Eggplant

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Eggplant Dave Hughes

 

Eggplant Thanksgiving weekend!

Friday, November 24, at 10 pm at Rockbar, 185 Christopher Street, at the West Side Highway.

Squeeze into something sexy and make some trouble with us. All gear encouraged. Think: big bad-ass boots, full rubber encasement, football pads, leather aprons, rugby kit, Langlitz and Wescos, harnesses and jocks. Breeches & Leather Uniforms very much appreciated. Whatever turns you on.

Admission is $2 for people in gear and $5 for people in street clothes. Check your clothes at the bar. Dress hard.

Hosted by Justin Hoffman + Syluss

Pornographic videotapes and sleazy backroom grooves and tomfoolery by Dave Hughes.

Details here

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Metalbond A to Z: KidRacer-X

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I thought I would try something new for today’s Metalbond A to Z entry for the letter K. Instead of making this about a thing, or an activity, I thought it would be cool to feature a person — in this case, KidRacer-X! Check him out:

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I have never met KidRacer-X or even chatted with him online, but he is into some really awesome stuff, including motorcycles, hot fetish gear — and lots of bondage! He’s also got a quite extensive website, called KidRacer-X  – Shift Into Gear and even though it seems to be under construction much of the time, it’s got tons of content to check out.

 

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The Man in Black

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By Straitjacketed

It’s not true to say I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I agreed to this challenge. The terms were loose, but I agreed that you could include any amount of the sort of heavy, shiny clothing we both like to wear: you would then restrain me in it in some way. I’m always torn by the urge to enjoy whatever predicament I’m placed in and the urge to escape from it: the fetishist in me wants to luxuriate, but my inner escape artist – my inner Houdini – is always looking for the ways out, the ways to unfasten, slip or break my bonds, always taking notes…

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