From: pete@cssc-syd.tansu.com.au (Peter Alexander Merel)
Subject: Sleaze Ball Review
Summary: I had fun.
Keywords: gosh wow omigod
Organization: AOTC - CSSC
Date: Mon, 5 Oct 1992 23:02:39 GMT

Ah, my poor podeans, what fun you missed. It was sort of, well, um, imagine ...
Coloured lights, psychedelic colours, 14,000 a.s.bers wandering around 
three big halls, beautiful women, beautiful men, beautiful people groping
beautiful people, loud music, pierced nipples, riding crops, lots more groping,
wild times, free folks smiling and smiling, dancing, ingesting strange
substances, gyrating, throbbing, screwing, laughing until we all fell asleep.

Yes, that's not even a little bit of it. The 1992 sleaze ball was really
great; even better than last years. Regular readers will be aware that I
was going to ditch on this because of the ticketing policy. I can't say how
glad I am that I didn't.

My trip went a little like this:

We got to the showground about 12.30 - a little early, but there were plenty of
folk about. 

A couple of bad things happened - the lollies we had obtained turned out
to be chalk dust (ersatz chalk dust; ersatz placebo chalk dust with double
placebo spanish fly). That ain't enough to slow down yours truely; being
versed in ancient Taoist semen retention techniques means I can party all
night with no artificial assistance. However my date was unthrilled, and she
wandered off to find more lollies. Last I saw of her. Emma, if you're out
there, all I can say is it was not a good look.

I spent a few minutes mourning and then got back into it. I was having fun.
I was dancing and dancing, and I guess I should say how I was dressed. This
years sleaze theme was "jungle"; I had a pith helmet, plus fours, safari
goggles, black leather gloves and a riding crop. I must have looked okay,
because I had lots of compliments, and I lost track of the number of folk
who came up pleading for a little whipping. More females than males - either
I'm putting out hetero vibes (I can only hope) or dames in this burg are
kinkier than guys. Come to think of it, I saw more pierced parts on females
than males ... but then I wasn't looking too closely at the males.

I met a beautiful blonde named Jenny (I think?) who could really dance. We
cut the rug and tripped the light and made like wild things for an hour or so,
but I lost track of her. Jenny, if you're out there and you'd like to contact
the large beautiful fellow in the pith helmet, write care of this address. I 
thought you were really something.

I wandered outside and a couple of lewdly latexed young women came up to me,
one leading the other on a chain. Very Pretty Girls. It was explained that I 
and my riding crop were required to do our duty for King and Country. Noblesse
oblige, and so it did, too. Tally Ho! Yoicks! There was a lot of that sort of 
thing. I don't know how that young lady got herself into that latex suit 
anyway - it was super tight and the zipper went from her sacrum all the way
down to her crotch and back up to her navel. She must have shaved first - can
you imagine getting some hair caught? Ow!

I went back in and danced some more. Not much techno, as expected, and what was
there was pretty damned commercial. Lots of retro-techno, disco redubbed and 
that sort of thing. Lots of house. Not my meat, but it didn't hurt too much. 
There was a very interesting live show with a chorus line of scantily clad 
women (?) doing things in time to the old Donna Summer "Love to Love You Baby". 
Fascinating.

Eventually it got light. That was a little sad, because folks started to get
self-conscious. The mood broke, so about seven I walked home - first time I've
been able to do that from a dance party. I just moved to not too far away you
see. Went to bed. Slept. Slept well. 

Next big rave is an outdoors thing on the 30th called Ecology or some such. I
don't know if I can hold out that long - there's got to be something decent
on this Saturday. Please god, I ain't done ravin' yet.

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