Does your mother know you are going to male underwear parties that have a clothing check? Does she know that many of these men get (consensually!) groped, and fondled, right there on the dance floor in front of God and everyone? And have you told her that, yes, sometimes these flimsy undergarments are stretched beyond decency and in tatters by the end of the evening? Don’t worry, we won’t tell her either.
Another night of debauchery and transcendence at C.C. Attles this weekend at the Fetish Night: Leather and Levis (although we didn't see many people wearing pants at all). There were positively indecent go-gos showing off everything.
Thanks to Matt Baume for recording these posteriors for posterity.