Viktoria. Our story about her begins at an early Amsterdam edition of Pornceptual, held at a trashy, but fun gay club in Amsterdam centre. Unlike the bar down the road, this one isn’t full of straight tourists and is much more sex-oriented. Every night of the week is aimed to appeal to very specific demographics and desires – naked night; a sex party for the pos crowd; Butch and Bear night; Twink night; even a slave auction… In many ways, it’d be nice to be a gay man, all those fabulous parties and the saunas. The sexual baseline is so open, equal to all these men. As someone who enjoys prowling darkrooms, and attending sex parties unaccompanied, my identity as a woman is often beset with frustration. Still, when the opportunity arises, I go for it. These days, I mostly have Jared in tow anyways, my number one partner in crime. This is a relatively recent phenomenon; Jared and I have had a very intense, but rather erratic relationship for around a year and a half. Now it appears we’re getting more serious, spending all our time together, although it’s officially an open relationship, and we live apart. But, what’s a label worth? It’s the first time Jared and I have come to this club together. Both of us have been here separately before; Jared wandered here on an odd exploration after moving to the city; I, rather surprisingly, came with colleagues (but that’s another filthy story). For Jared, these sex parties are always an interesting experience. As a somewhat bisexual man (masculine but in pretty way), he tends to feel somewhat too straight. It’s funny; fairly often he’s assumed to be gay – pretty face, great body, with some femininity to his mannerisms born of his innate flamboyance. But in reality, he’s probably 70% straight, with rather eclectic taste in women (and certainly not lacking any attention from them). He’s really only into a very specific type of man, pretty-faced and muscular like he is, so the wider spectrum of humans in this very overtly sexual context doesn’t usually incite wild enthusiasm. This club isn’t my first choice for a sexy party. For my part, I still remain curious to see the crowd – understandably, the clientele is predominantly male, I’ve enjoyed going out dancing with my friends but am usually paid very little attention (if not in the mood, it’s amazing to disappear in a place where no one has any sexual interest in you). That said, when I am on the pull, my interests are directed more towards women than men. We both reckon this party is bound to be one for the books, we know how fun they can be; we’ve been to Pornceptual before, in Berlin. Jared’s red leather harness fits his muscular torso perfectly, emphasising his broad shoulders. I’m still in my leotard and thigh-highs phase (a rather long-lasting phase, in fact). I have a black square-necked number on, cut very high at the…