the underbelly


Luncheon in a Dungeon
February 1, 2010, 1:05 pm
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The other day I had lunch in a dungeon. This is not where I sat:

Neither was this:

They were just decor. For now. I don’t know what happened in them after I left.

Why was I in a dungeon? For a book release party for Whip Smart by Melissa Febos which is a memoir about her time as a Dominatrix in New York. Coincidentally her Domme alias was Justine (my name). So that’s been a fun read. But anyway. While wandering around the Chinese torture room as speculating on the mural of the heavily pierced, leather-clad babes leaning against a giant…johnson….in a toxic wasteland (serious art, people) we munched on a light lunch and sipped Moscato D’Asti.

What do you eat in a dungeon?

Veggie sushi of course.

And cheese. Because cheese is appropriate at any occasion in any venue.

The worst torture device of all?

AHHH an ugly couch!!! The pain!!!

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M. Justine,

Who would have thought to serve Moscato in a dungeon. Something sweet to temper the pain, perhaps. I miss you.

M. Resalin

Comment by M. Resalin

Ultra Brut?

Comment by Laurence Sterling




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