Will The Future Believe SNAX Happened

Deciding if I get ten subscribers, I will buy a higher tier on ghost so I can create different tiers of mailing list and have people opt into far more explicit entries. For now, a late post; I started two other ones last week and simply did not believe in them. This came to me Sunday as I left lab.

So if this future comes to pass the pendulum is swinging to, and we end up back in the 1800s on how we treat homosexuality, will anyone believe this current time, this freedom we had to fuck? There are parts of this planet so repressed their queers can barely imagine what it is like to be able to live like we do here in Berlin, the West, Europe, but they can see through media that it is real. But will a repressed future even believe what we had now?

How do we tell a future gay teen whose dick is tensing when he thinks of other men, whose stirrings are having him unable to concentrate on anything but sex, that in Berlin in 2026, underneath a former power plant now turned into one of the largest techno clubs in the world, its former basement was excavated and transformed into a sex labyrinth, and men would come by the hundreds to have sex with each-other, for hours. All concrete and big rooms, some rooms fully open to the hallways, some only halfway. Rooms with a sling from chains, rooms all lit in dusky yellow and red, and a few bars in between to buy drinks. And from Thursday to early Monday morning, every day this sex club would be open to men, hundreds of men. No small-talk, no mating rituals, no dating, just pure sex.

That we were so free as homos we could come together strip down to fetish wear or naked, leave social markers behind and become pure bodies, fill the rooms, wander around, to just be satisfied sexually, to just reach out and touch a shoulder, a pec, see if we got an approving look back, and then engage, to run a hand over the skin, hug, kiss, drop to your knees and suck cock as much as you wanted, as many as you wanted, bend over and get fucked, as much as you wanted again, as many as wanted to play with you. That if you needed holes, they were there for you, in the darker or better lit parts. Men getting on all fours to take all cummers. Not just one, five, ten men on all fours on benches grouped together especially for that.

Sure, there have always been, for thousands of years, that one communal bathhouse in the large city nearby which had "that" reputation, or secret cruising grounds in forests, or bars where you had to know the secret code to get in, basements in some aristocrat's mansion. Often raided, never safe, never able to relax in, no sense of permanence. And always just for a handful of men. But not this.

This basement is not clandestine, it is not hidden, it is listed in city guides, it has a website advertising what theme on what night: it is so free it can actually specialize. And hundreds of men inside every time it is open: locals, tourists, regulars, newbies. It is so free the bars are staffed by local gays with regular shifts who pay taxes, and there's trained security staff that know me by now so I sometimes get to jump the queue at larger parties. It is so free the local gays talk openly about going there, meeting there, which special parties a few times a year they are looking forward to. Like, say, the ultra-popular summer Sunday Yellow Facts afternoon where the entry includes an all-you-can-drink fee for the beer because the idea was for everyone to end up drenched in each-other's warm male musky piss.

I walked out of it last Sunday and looked at the line for the gigantic club above it; all these mostly-straight men and women dressed in club-black, in line, hoping to get in. I could hear them behind the 7-foot tall closed fence talking in the courtyard of the club, I could see them through the semi-opaque glass of the bar hanging of the 1st floor of this club, an incredibly propular gigantic techno club where hopefuls stand for hours hoping to be let in because of insanely good techno and rumors of sex in dark corners. Rumors, fumbling. Just a few meters below them I had just had one guy after another drop to his knees for me, giving me pleasure, hoping I would fuck them after. No pretense, no flirting. When was this ever possible before the last 100 years? Will it be again in 50 years?

And there are versions of clubs like this all over Europe and the United Sates, though more in Europe, with plenty of cities having competing ones. Very few like this one. Very few that big. But I have fucked in big fuck mazes in LA and Fort Lauderdale, bathhouses in Toronto, Berkley, multiple of these clubs in Barcelona, nights like these in London. There's still a large gay bathhouse fuck club in Amsterdam.

And twice a year that basement sex club takes over the whole powerplant techno club above it, opens the doors to connect everything, and thousands — thousands — of men go in, strip down to fetish gear or less, and the whole building opens every nook and hallway and room, for nearly-naked men to dance on the world-famous dance-floor with its insanely tuned sound-system, and to fuck and drink everywhere else. And we do. We come from all over the world, literally, for all the parties on those weekends, but especially that one the whole weekend is built around. We stand in line for hours to get in, and we take that indignity is because inside we will be surrounded by literally the hottest men on earth, sweaty, horned, ready.

Has there ever been anything like it in history? Will this era end? Will anyone believe it in the future? It's not just Berlin; we just have the infrastructure in this club. Promoters in other cities will rent other large spaces and put the infrastructure in temporarily but again, thousands of men getting together, in most cases ostensibly to dance, but with a lot of spaces around to have sex: together, standing, kneeling, maybe lying down or on all fours on big benches brought in to this space, to fuck, to stick cocks into holes and pump, one after the other, mixing, matching, shooting, swallowing, collecting. Hours of it. A night long. And then in Antwerp, days of it, every day, every night, every fetish that could be transported there. Men naked, in full rubber, full leather, beating each-other, fogging, whipping, fisting, giving whole classes on how this works, with men taking notes and then doing it.

So many gay sex events it gets normal. It becomes a circuit. You got to multiple events, and you make circuit friends. You have sex in some spaces and then go out to the bbq stand for some food, then run into friends. You make pictures of each-other for social media in yoru fetish gear. You go to your hotel to sleep. Thousands of men in airplanes, hotels, taxis, to go fuck each-other. Creating a culture, hierarchies around money and beauty and drugs, who gets what and how many and how often.

It's historically a complete anomaly. Will anyone ever believe this happened? I read about a ruler having 10.000 concubines in the Ottoman empire and it sounds exaggerated, unreal — is this what the future will think of this story? We take so much for granted.