How Artists and Attendees Explained the Bloody Butts and Crocodile Vaginas at a Queer Erotica Exhibit
I went to a queer erotica exhibit in Montreal for a little social experiment.
We spoke to professional mermaid Marielle Chartier-Henault about the cities of Edmonton and Surrey prohibiting people from wearing tails in pools.
"We usually walk around with one or more actresses and we go to a bunch of guys who look fun, and say something like, 'Hey guys, who wants a blowjob!?'"
His conical, moist nipples stuck out obnoxiously into the firelight like two hairy pink traffic cones. Fuck this guy. I hated him and I hated his nipples.
The club, about the size of a backyard swimming pool, was packed wall-to-wall with 60-year-olds twitching awkwardly to obnoxious techno music. It smelled like department store perfume and old clothes.
Turns out that splashing around in a giant spandex tail is a lot harder than it sounds.
Thomas Walther is spending his retirement not golfing or eating early bird specials, but trying to heal wounds left by fellow Germans in the Holocaust.
When a friend told me about a “Game of Thrones-themed kinky burlesque circus fetish party” coming to Montreal, I knew I had to go. I didn't want to go alone, so I asked a girl on Tinder if she'd join me. She said yes.
At the forefront of Montreal infamous panhandling scene are the city’s iconic squeegee punks. We talked to the tatted, torn-denim clad army who walk into traffic and wash windshields for change at most of Montreal’s major intersections.
Few people are more put upon and overlooked than flight attendants. Here, we complied some of their wildest stories—including BDSM mile high club attempts and multigenerational gravy fights.
Fast food restaurants are inherently chaotic. Since nobody knows the chaos of these convenient and oft well-priced restaurants like their employees, we reached out to them to hear their untold stories.