From: joe@spdcc.com (Joseph Francis)
Newsgroups: soc.motss
Subject: Advances Noticed
Date: 30 Jul 92 10:27:52 GMT
Article-I.D.: spdcc.1992Jul30.102752.29842
Organization: S.P. Dyer Computer Consulting, Cambridge MA


How should men (straight or gay) react to unwanted advances? I think
the best example of this is a story from the Argos in Amsterdam. For
the un-Amsterdammed, it is a fairly heavy-duty gay leather/levi bar on
the Warmoestraat, just beside the oldest church in the city, and also
just beside the densest red-light district (that is to say, storefront
windows with red lights outside, and scantily-clad prostitutes behind
the glass beckoning sex clients), and also beside one of the densest
sex-shop districts, down the street from one of the better Marijuana
Coffee Shops (IMHO) "Sheeba", and around the corner from a Heroin and
Cocain pusher alley, and not far from the Police station where good
looking men are occasionally known to stop in, ask where is the Argos,
and told "oh you don't want to go there" and given a private sex tour
of Amsterdam's finest. In short, Jessie Helms Hell.

Occasionally, when someone robs a sex shop at knifepoint, they run
into the Argos and try to disappear off into the backroom. The Argos
interior is long and narrow, a bar on your left as you enter, a few
steps up toward the middle of the room, a second bar, pinball
machines, short wooden boards to sit on, a walk-in urinal with
chalkboard and plenty of chalk for lascivious messages, and a set of
metal-grating steps going down into a gloomy dungeon - the "backroom".
In here, to one side, are a few small spaces with locking doors, a
large playroom with a well-worn leather sling for handball
aficionados, racks to politely put used beerbottles, and a few more
partitioned open rooms disappearing back off into the gloom. A
flush-mounted dim red floor light, ususally covered with whitish ropy
fluids completes the scene. Oh, all except for the men, in various
kinds of odd black clothing, usually of natural materials except for
metals; occasionally someone is totally nude and chained to a wall
being tortured mercilessly.

The police, chasing the robber, have on many occasions come into the
Argos and chatted with the owner, and then politely marched off to the
backroom to see if the perpetrator was there. They descend, in full
regalia into a series of rooms, beginning with a floor covered in
spunk-filled condoms, men wearing nothing but chaps on their knees
jerking off while gobbling cock, the occasional cat-o-nine tails
scene, many, many men sitting around watching the goings-on with fat
hard cocks lying out of their pants along their legs, lots of
atmospheric groans and slaps. When the cops come in, you can imagine
the sensation rippling along, "Dreamboats".  Politely they say
"Pardon" and walk back carefully, asses being squeezed, crotches
grabbed, hands firmly being removed as they squeeze their way to the
backroom, trying not to offend with their discreet flashlights. Having
found who they wanted, they ask a few people to move back, they shake
him down, and having handcuffed him start moving back out. Gentle,
firm, secure, purposeful, the evening's entertainment in a
faithfully-recreated thieve's den undisturbed, perhaps even enhanced.
If the cops are interested in men or women, no one's the wiser.

That's the point.


-- 
US Jojo; damp, slighly soiled, but tasty nonetheless.
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