So, for the sake of good journalism, I took off my pants (sorry, mom and dad!) Even now, I’m not totally sure what the "dress code" officially is.
Please check our You Tube channel for our satirical marketing animations and behind the scenes content.) I ran into all kinds of delightful, unsavory characters by walking around, like an Amazonian in red latex who handcuffed a man to a cage. In this situation, there’s no such thing as being an eager beaver (sorry, just had to).She made a huge deal out of slowly, painstakingly attaching various whips to her leather belt before smacking him in time to the bassline. There are plenty of dark corners and couches, but all the prime real estate does tend to get staked out fast., American pop culture depicts German subculture as anywhere from kinky and intense to borderline frightening.But when you move to Berlin, you hear nada about how to get around the city's underbelly of public sex, and diverse turn-ons and orientations... No, everyone is more concerned with telling you where to get the good currywurst and that JFK wasn’t really going on about donuts.Basically, the sex club version of Darwin’s natural selection can be confusing. If you're not comfortable getting down to your skivvies in front of strangers, come up with an elaborate costume (see Rule #2).And if you are cool with going au naturel, well, coat check is free.And after a few shots of Jägermeister and a constant procession of all kinds of wobbly bits, you start to feel pretty at ease.There I was, just one of many semi-naked females in a sea of cavemen, schoolgirls, doctors, and sparkly fairies.To get in, there are two choices: dress up or dress down. That’s how I ended up with my whole ass hanging out of a see-through lace number (a first for outside my bedroom).At the door, the bouncer told me to ditch either my lingerie bodysuit or jeans.