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By *oxes OP Man
50 weeks ago
Southend, Essex |
" I have no Idea why the last one thread got deleated but there I go again as Hotly demanded. The review will be in 3 chapters, as I belive that would be verry fitting of the history of the palce. All names have been hidden or are fake names so as to protect the identities of eveyone and I will not discuss everything I saw. The first chapter is myexperence of getting to the club and getting into it the second is in the lcub and 3rd Chapter is social contenxt and weather a club like this work in the UK so I hope you enjoy"
Club: Kitkat
Night: Wednesday(symbiotica)22:00 - 07:30
Fee: 20 Euros (regardless of Gender)+6 Euros for the wardrobe(Cloakroom)
Music: Techno
Avg Age: 23 - early 30s
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[Chapter1: A neon Adventure]?
"I suppose you're wondering what I'm doing . . .At the KitKat Club”.
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Emerging from the shadow of its rival, the vanilla techno club Tressor, a large nightclub situated in the former Heizkraftwerk Berlin gas-fired power plant, I was dropped off by an African taxi driver sporting a casual cream jumper and white coat—a fitting reminder of the lingering snow piled beside mounds of grit on Berlin's sidewalks. The city's resilience in the face of cold weather resonated, and there I was, embracing the spirit and getting on with the night. I ventured toward what's arguably the world's most renowned sex club: KitKat!
On approach the bouncers with their thick black coats, woollen hats and gloves gave them a daunting persona. As they stood erely blocking the entrance to a building that was set back from Straße. The men peeled away revealing what appeared to be a long indoor/outdoor walkway. Fished eyed and framed by the decor was a large round Hobbit like black door, taking up all available space. Like 10 Downing Street it could only be opened from the inside.
I thought to myself that something was not right. 'No cues, no questonaing unfreindly bouncers, surly this is not right, Kitakt like a lot of Berlin clubs is highly exclusive and people cue for hours to not enter the club. Imposter syndrome kicked in.
moment lapsed before a portly blonde women ajared the door sharply. Peering behind the door She asked me abruptly in German, to which I apologised as I do not speak. Events promoter and selecter, repeated the same 3 question but this time in English:
. Q:”Why are you here”?,
. ANS:“Because I want to go to a techno club Im here to celebrate my birthday”. ?. Q:"Who are you with?"
. ANS: On my own.
. Q: "What are you wearing underneath your leather jacket, and trousers?”
The selector/promoter was checking whether I met the dresscode and if my personality was inline with the vibe of her night. Berlin nightclubs have a downplayed dress-code which is often very rigidly enforced. White is the colour of Ibiza but schwarz is the Couloir of Berlin. The reason for this dates back to the end of the Berlin Wall. However now-days the dress-codes are a throwback to the 90's and is often implied. No black: No getting in! some clubs like Kitkat Have a preference for a more alternative or edgy style, 'No street ware'. While the symbiottika dress-code goes further and dictates Fetish wear.
Descending in the coffin like lift on my hotel, I knew I was late. Advice suggests arriving early to avoid long queues, especially at KitKat. There are videos of the cue forming round the corner and onto the next street. Kitkat average cue is around 2 hours, this is nothing compared to Berghein which is often 4 hours+. ‘fuck it Im in Berlin, be yourself and do what Berlin folk do’ I told myself as I waited in the lift. Anxious but embracing the Berlin spirit I hoped the hotel reception was empty. The lift stopped. The opening sequence initiated and the doors rolled open slowly revealing my nightmare. The lobby was packed. A shocked blond woman in her late 30s, her lips forming an “oh.” As she stepped aside in her green Autumnial coat. Laughter filled the bustling reception as I waited for my taxi. The Germans seemed amused or bewildered by my PVC leather trousers and studded belt. The taxi driver, in a heavy Nigerian twang, guessed I was heading to KitKat just by my attire. "What gave it away?" I asked. "What you're wearing gave it away," he replied with a knowing smile, looking back at me in the mirror as I adjusted my seatbelt.
Flashback aside I nervously showed the black vest I was wearing under my leather jacket, my black socks and stated that I had black boxers on [I did not need to show her that]. She looked blankly at me almost emotionless for what seemed like three seconds. "A camera with its shutter open, quite passive, recording.” You could tell she was making a decision in her mind. I fully envisaged not getting into the club. Berlin clubs are famous for rejecting people for no apparent reason, or shall I say for reasons of not meeting the vibe check. Recently Elon musk failed the vibe check for Berghain and did what he does best. Ranting about it on X.
So no certainties of entry, especially after waiting hours. That’s sounds like a challenge to me. Memes on TikTok have gained popularity of people getting rejected from Berlin clubs. Baldric in his underpants and his decadent mistress sightseeing after being rejected. A couple on their knees begging the bouncer dressed impeccably edgy. A girl with a white horse, silvery dress standing behind was then ushered in to KitKat. Another thing that worried me was a infographic miss Lion had made only a few days before my visit and after I payed for my flights. “Single men please come with a sexy lady preferably, otherwise you might not get in”.
I had needn’t worry, this was not that kind of night, they needed all the punters they could get. “Alright she stated stepping aside and opening the door further to its widest opening potential. So I had a POV of the world I had only read about “Come on in” She stated.
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[Chapter2 - Life is a Cabaret old chum!]?
"A carnival of debauchery"
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Willkommen, folks! We're about to step into the renowned KitKat Club, a sex club with its roots in the Liza Minnelli musical "Cabaret" (currently running in the West End). This musical, in turn, draws inspiration from the 1951 play "I Am a Camera," based on the semi-fictitious 1939 novel "Goodbye to Berlin." The narrative is intricately woven from the tapestry of actual sex clubs in 1920s-1930s Berlin, notably the ‘Trans-Alantic,' and it’s character inspired by the actual life of the late singer Jean Ross, (and apparently a food item made by nestle).
Back in the 1930s, Berlin earned a reputation as a hub for sleaziness and sexual tourism, as shared by an unexpected musical expert I know at a gym in Essex. Surprisingly, nearly a century later, it seems not much has changed—though the Fapper Fashion has given way to BDSM, and the Jazz and big band tunes have evolved into the thumping beats of hard Techno & Psy-Trance. The KitKat Club, a contemporary echo of a bygone era, invites us to explore the unique blend of history, fiction, and avant-garde expressionism that defines the clubs appeal and character.
Upon entry walking in past the Fake flower pots and armour, afore me were naked ladies getting changed and. To my right was massive area containing _oxes and cloths rails. Two female attendants were dealing to the now provocatively dressed ladies. After paying 6 Euros for the wardrobe (what Berlin folk call the cloakroom) I surrendered my vest, leather jacket and Phone over to the attendant. And was searched by bouncers inside the club”Im not the police, put your arms down”. One of the men in black jokingly demanded. [Double bouncers get used to it's open sex club].
Usually the Berlin techno clubs contain minimalist graffitied Industrial concrete surroundings playing heavy repetitive music that infuses in a warm amniotic celebration of freedom, Nihilism and hedonism. Unlike those Techno Clubs. Kitkat, has avant gade look the walls and ceilings were adorned with decadent lude paintings. One of them was the last supper on the left hand side of Jesus contained his apostles enjoying his presence and a meal, the right hand side was a full on orgy with a probable Mary Madeline, riding cock on the table. By the swimming pool entrance there was a giant Neo classical statues that assuringly is either Julius Cesar or Napoleon Bonaparte pointing to wards the bar and the sweetshop (yes you heard that right a tuck shop in a sex club).
I noticed the the sweet machine containing ear plugs to prevent hearing loss for 4 euros. Rounding the corner I was reminded why these were being sold. The 4 to the floor was so loud. People were surrounding the DJ booth as a rhythm that would set the night out was commencing. An open room with a black floor.
This seemed cool and different. This was not soemthing I had experenced back in Swinging clubs of Blity. I noticed above the dance floor on a mesonene level. A couple he was laying back pulling faces of pleasure while she was going down on him, positioning herself between his legs Another gentlemen was stationed to the side learning against the wall watching. on the stage next to them a women was twerking while her freinds were slapping her bum. I'm not sure who this was aimed for no one was paying attention to any of this.
On a walk around I could see a man hips moving backwards and forwards alas I could not see the other person who was almost certainly tied up in a sex swing. Hidden amongst the darkness and maybe this was for the best because I saw the same gentlemen receiving head from another gentleman something as a straight man I do not want to remind myself of but have to in order to write this section.
Berlin nightclubs stand as safe space bastions, offering an environment where individuals can step through the doors and embrace their true selves, or whoever they choose to be. The banning of Phones and recording equipment in clubs preserves the electric atmosphere but also encourages those who might be hesitant to shed their inhibitions and fully immerse themselves in the experience. It acts as a silent invitation for everyone to embrace the freedom to be themselves without judgment.
Interestingly, many of clubs have roots tracing back to their origins as sex clubs, gay bars, and illigal raves, often in rebbelion to recent history. It's these unconventional beginnings that contribute to the distinctive and inclusive nature of the city's club culture. Berlin's nightclubs serve as more than just venues for music and dance; they represent a haven for self-expression, acceptance, and a celebration of diverse identities.
And of course Techno was a major part of the night. Tehcno holds an almost mythical and hisotric culteral sifnificane in germany. For this was the music that was being playeed while they were tearing down the Berlin wall. it represents freedom from represeion to the Deautch. this of course leads to an interesting style of Club that does not really exist in the Uk called a Techno-sex club.
The dance music played was less ‘Mein Herr’ and more ‘face down ass up” with a popetial pounding of a phat bass drum in the background. At this point lady hade given upon receiving head and has postponed herself holding on to the bars. Legs spread wide V stance bent over Moshe could receive his manhood. As she overlooked the dance floor. At this point I spoke to an individual I will call E. E was from the Netherlands and she came with a bloke who I can only describe as being the illigitment brother of Devon, Spike and Bully Rae. She likes was a tourist to Berlin who cam almost specifically to experience the sex club. What was weird was how un Fetish she was dressed up. She pulled me round so her back was to a couple she pointed to them over her shoulder.
Amidst the pulsating beats and the neon-lit haze of the dance floor, a couple found a serendipitous connection - a romance blossoming in the heart of the dance floor. Their silhouettes danced against the vivid flashes. To be candid, they appeared a bit shit faced. he gently guided her hands away from his shoulders, leaning in so their foreheads met.Resting head to head, the couple shared a tender moment before she gracefully tilted her head upward, initiating a passionate kiss. His hand ascended, fingers tangling in her bun, and securing the back of her head in an intimate embrace.
Observing the scene, I playfully gestured a love heart towards E, only to receive a playful slap on my hand accompanied by laughter and a gentle admonition: "Don't." Both E and Dudley were not Swingers and did not subscribe to the lifestyle they were here for the experience; the stories they had heard about the iconic Kitkat Club; the history. A history that predates the shadows cast by the rise of national socialism.
Kitkat has an interesting clientele many are here to experience their first sex club experience, especially men who may feel priced out or weirded out of going to a tradition swingers clubs, especially if the man identifies as alternative. Then their was the other sex tourist group the guys who had been swinging before. KitKat was a Mecca destination of debauchery. On the bottom floor attached to the wall is modified exercise bike and a bed next to it. A lady had male partner arm wrapped round. The other arm wrapped between her left arm and her body. It was manuvering quickly between her legs. She was squirming and shaking seemingly struggling to control her legs from closing.
In Germany there’s seemingly a difference between swinging and sex clubs. Where as in the UK they are seen as all part of the lifestyle. In Germany the defnition of swinging tends to be a more trandtional defintion, of wife swapping or of wife and or husband sharing. where as those who attend sex clubs genrally tend to be single, with freinds. Yes clubs like Insomnia hold swingers nights, specifically to cater for this need.Another oddity about German. Sex clubs is that there is a heavy focus on the music.
The music in clubs in the UK is often an afterthought. A mere backdrop that helps set the vibe. Secondary to the overall experience, which is to get couples and individuals to chat and possibly have sex with one another, in the playrooms. Contrastingly, in Germany, the significance of music in clubs is elevated to a pivotal role; a club that fails to deliver on the musical front is destined to fail. There are even review sites, a sliding scale detailing how much of the event is a sex party and how much is a dance party, events are duel-natured.
The lady on the sofa laid lifeless at this point she had given all bodily autonomy to her orgasms and the ability of her partner. She could only support her body against him. Head raised back mouth open as he continued his assault on her clit. Her moans grounded out by the hammering thump of thump of bass and the power and Couloir of Acid (techno).
Sex in kitkat can happen anywhere there are no private areas for couple play. Something that I was trying to explain to my swinger friend on the phone days later. Ans in my personal opionion is a potential weakness of the club, though I nderstand why they do not have quiet areas and why this adds to the wild nature of the club.
Kitkat seems to be more about voyeurism and exhibitionism. As I walk around distracted by a moan my head daringly swivals to wards the direction of the sound. A women lay with her back on a bar stool used to prop a door open. Legs bent in the air while she was being finger blasted. I was impressed I nearly fell off that stool earlier. The American girl sitting next to me wearing elf ears did fall off the stool as she leant back against the door stool legs went from underneath her, falling flat on her back narrowly missing the step as she did so sending the stool flying forward past her mate who tried desperately to catch her while portecting the most important possion on her. The Alcoholic beverage in her left hand.
For many watching the exhibitionism while listening to their fave DJs is the draw. Early tickets for events of headlining DJs and acts like 11 unicorns, Stella Bosi and the Raj du Rossi (the techno ballerina) help to fill the venue. When I was there many of the areas like the pool and dungeons were roped off.
Next to the stairwell was a couple with a women wearing delectable black sex wear (sorry guys best way I can describe it) She was dancing on his lap in time to the music. To her left was the stars to the smoking area. That was seldom used.
Next to her an ironic scene unfolded. A gentleman slumoed in his chair, adorned in black hair, black nails, a mesh vest, and a chain, casually decided to light up a cigarette.The brazenness of this act surprised me. Especially with the ammount of bouncers pressent and the smoking ban signs that were ever present in the club. Yet, here in the midst of the dance floor, people openly defied the rules, with one memorable instance of a half-finished cigar left nonchalantly by the bar, juxtaposed against a "no smoking" logo.
As the beats reverberated through the air, a distinct whiff of wafted across the dance floor, and I couldn't help but trace its origins. A man in inconspicuous but entirely black attire engaged in conversation with E and Dudley, nonchalantly holding a joint in his hands.
The dance floor had parted to watch a spectacle of man who perturbed from his Effuling a paddle. A lady bent over ready to be disciplined for this spanking show, and a very audible thwack occurred.
My attention diverted to my right, where E was hanndeling a clear sandwich bag containing white pills. She meticulously organized them, stowing the bag away under a satin-like belt I hadn't noticed earlier, concealed on her person.
However not all breaking was deemed acceptable. As I layed on a bed relaxing a couple were getting it on another lady joined in on there experience and as soon as she was comfortable the girlfriend left them to it. As weird as this may saound even though the room was filled not many people were paying attention. Except the Bloke who played music chairs with a grin that joined uo to his mono-brow , and a mixed race couple who Im sure had been going at it for some while prior. A tall, confidently-striding blond lady, part of the Community Action Team in a green high-vis gilet, moved purposefully through the room, speaking in the Anglo-Saxon tongue. Behind her trailed a man in the standard KitKat attire of leather trousers and no shirt. The Community Action Team, responsible for ensuring adherence to consent rules. There number also included 2 dopelangers but one with bare ass detailing in fluencet green the term 'Fuck Off!' and a tall transvestite.
The master of ceromines controlled the situagtion comming to a standtill in froint ofthe mixed race couple fucking."I saw you touch a lady; I gave you the benefit of the doubt," she declared, both the reluctant man and the official now in a standstill by a mixed-race couple. "I gave you a warning, but you followed and harassed her." The non-police bouncer, having left his stool, assumed a power pose beside them, hands on hips, attentively listening. The man remonstrated with the socially strong, tall lady, spouting frantic hot air. She pointed at him, asserting, "It doesn’t matter if she was shy; she has to ask you." The decisive conclusion: "Thus, as a result, your night is over... Go home!" I like the idea of a Community action team in a large club setting like this. It helps ot extend the reach of the Host, as they then take on some of the hosts roles.
It became apparent that this was not a night I was going to see any action. However, amid the crowd, two blondes caught my attention—one in red lace and the other in silver or black lounge wear . Hand in hand, they were led by a beefcake with floppy hair and a gladiator pelt across his chest. A three-way kiss ensued. I noted moments latter, one of the girls head tileted standing at an angle foot pointing towards me her hand on hip etes wide in a position so she could look back behind her. Gesticulating using free hand mm in front of her freinds chest. her freind was in a 1/3 squat lunge with her head on the opposit side grabbing her hair wiht both hands pulling down as if she was pulling on an infinity rope, one hand over the other. She nodded, the beffcake walked over to them stood still 180'd back hand chopped another beefcake in the chest. Beefcake 2 was wearing Theresa May's seemingly pilfered bike chain. Beefcake 1 pointed with his head towards the girls. The girl in black waved liften her arm from the elbow and casually waved her fingers in a friendly greeting. Beefcake 2 looked back at beefcake 1 and nodded, acknowledging the cue. The unspoken exchange required no translation, and all parties ventured off into the darkness.
I would later rediscover this quartet again on the mezzanine level behind the DJ booth.The secrets of their earlier exchange now played out in the hidden corners of the club. The blond with the red clothing on in my opinion had a might fine ass, Defined but not too big emphasised by her position at the time.
Another group of girls captured my attention, featuring two blondes (What is it with me wanting blondes that night I will never know). I noticed one of them seemingly catching my eye, hiding her face and intermittently turning to talk to her friend. I strategically manoeuvred toward them, hoping for a connection. However, it soon became apparent that her interest wasn't reciprocated. When I turned around, they were gone. Another moment, while taking a breather on the chairs and observing the dance floor, the woman in question passed by without a greeting, look, or any form of acknowledgment. Clearly, my radar and telepathic skills needed calibration. After finishing my observations and marveling at the two women in the cage nearby, I turned back to find a guy flashing a silly smile at me, and leaning to his right almost to see if I was still conciouse. Sensing the need to move, I thought it wise in case my throat inadvertently became a non-consensual accessory.
Rewinding back to the mezzanine I was followed by a guy I only can only describe as having a serious serial killer look, Unfortunate for him. (I would latter discover he was friends with the host), The girls quartet had somehow disappeared with out me knowing, So I gazed at the rave afore me, aware of him in the corner of my extended vision. I noticed once again a girl wearing red nipple stickers. Previously in the night she had a red square mesh on her which had become lost. Exposing her boobs to the world not that anything was left to the imagination but #lettheboobiesfree and all that. He was staring at me but I looking at a girl in the rave. I could not help notice how free, liberated and comfortable she appeared. She was a lesbian who had came with her partner, her partner was somewhere else not seen in shot.
Techno (sex) clubs are often considered sex-positive environments, endorsing open-mindedness and non-judgmental attitudes toward consensual sexual activities. Even vanilla clubs like Berghain and Tresor claim a sex-positive ethos, with dark and or private beds for the exploration of sexuale activaties. It is not uncommon to find vanilla clubs with dark rooms and areas where individuals can have sex regardless of if they are gay or not, it seen by some as a safer or more possible than taking someone home. While some vanilla clubs have designated areas for sex, sex clubs permit activities anywhere.
There was an other group of individuals who I did not mention previously and they are the “Last hopers”. Individuals who, due to strict entry rules or other reasons, may not have got into their preferred club of choice. Recognizable by their attire, often out of place, they may have come from another venue or had different plans. This dynamic adds spontaneity to the nightlife experience as individuals navigate their backup options.
In front of the stage at the back of the dance floor, a girl could be seen screaming in laughter as her mates sucked on her nipples. My head swivelled round. A couple in front of me the guys back was to facing me but I could see the small girl he was with. Here eyes locked his, there hips moving in step, in time as they swayed from left to right. moving in sync with the music, a non-verbal language develops. The shared experience of losing themselves in the music , losing themselve to wach other; allows them to communicate in a way that words might not capture. a silent conversation that transcends the ordinary, but then I am at KitKat,; what is ordinary?
My gaze shifted to the left, where a girl resembling Cassie Ainsworth sat alone. A vacant space to her right, a couple departing. As people passed by, she rocked forward. Hand on her chin and the other on a the German version of a Moretti bottle. She softly sang and hummed, any more than a whisper and my understanding of her personality would have been blown out of the water.
She leaned back, closed her eyes, dropped the beer bottle to the floor, and surrendered to the music. Her solitude was palpable, she seemed like the loneliest girl in the world. A friend approached, asked her something, and, after a nod, left her to people-watch once again. Who knows what she saw as she watched the people loose their minds around her. What I saw was a girl so lonely, out of her depth and in need of a friend.
DJ 3 had infused more dub and melodies. My eyes turned back from the lonely girl and to the couple who now had their mouths locked around one another. Them kissing seemed at stark contrast In the afterglow of the rave. The DJ had played the drop timed to perfection to create maximum carnage in the dance. Everyone, was going crazy around them. Time seemed to go slowly for them but quicker for everyone else. It's a reminder that sometimes, amidst the chaos and intensity of life, love has a way of finding us in the most unexpected places. Or maybe not. As latter she dragged her friend who was wearing a chain. The lover of the night fingering them both, while both he and the other girl sucked on her nipples until she squirmed and quickly ended the spectacle. You could not avoid it they were by the DJ booth. Red lace Girl had missed all of the spectiacle I noted as I and her freind pulled a suprsed look at each other. she was lost in the music eyes closed feeling the each beat as it took her on a journey in her trance like state. While this was happening a man took full advantage and pinhed her and her mates drink form the stage area. Through out this the DJ meerley ingnored everything and continued with his art.
For many the idea of open sex all around you will be a put off, I can’t talk but even for myself there is sometimes I could not care less. Other times I want passionate or a quiet time with a partner. Sometimes I don’t want to watch people fuck, odd as this may seem there are some people I would have been grossed out watching. Also sometimes it can ruin the moment and situation.
But this is part of the sexual energy of the place. And from here I now understand why there is a serlecter and why selecting on vibe can be important if a bit discriminatory. Like minded people in an environment enjoying themselves in a subversive and erotic environment and culture.
The night was getting old and the day was young. I had no clue or grip of time, nor did I want to in that moment I was meeting people and in the case of Shole girl and Ursula [not really their name] I aggressively and enthusiastically threw shapes with them, losing track of time further in euphoria. Amid the vibrant crowd, one woman stood out with her ebony skin glistening with sweat. She wore a beret, fishnet stockings, and a tube that boldly proclaimed TECHNO! Her energetic moves causing her tube to rise over her fake boobs, to which she then had to drag down again.
Being naked Free Body Culture or FFK is prevalent is highly prevalent in germany. In a club like Kitkat it's deemed perfectly acceptable for one to just be completly naked, if they so choose to be. “Outside it is windy, but inside it is so hot, every night we have ze battle to keep the girls from taking off all their clothing. So don't go away, who knows? Tonight we may lose the battle!” I think the battle was lost in 1994. During the revelry one man still 1/2 erect walked down from the mezzene through the crowd. In the midst of this eclectic scene, even the barmaid decided to seize the moment, shedding her work responsibilities and inhibitions, stripping off her uniform to join the uninhibited dance floor revelry.
I would happly say that KitKat is one of the best clubs I have been to. Manly because it is different to What I am used to. When I go to a club in England I do not expect banging on the dance floor and if you are lucky banging on the dance floor. Or being jess posed entranced only to wake up to deep drop andthinking to yourself 'OMG! there a guy getting noched off right next to me, how did I not notice that'. But Kitkat does have some problems the verry thing that makes the enviorment possible (the lack of quiet or provate spaces is also the thing that makes the abillity for some play to happen. That being to get ot know people, by chatting discovering things about them and then something may lead something else.
I will write chapter 3 soon But I hope you have enjoyed reading this. |
