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Our sex columnist says goodbye to Atlanta, but not before visiting a swingers club. It's Friday night and I'm en route to a swingers club for the first time ever. The night's theme is feet. I hate feet. Foot-rubbing orgies? It's a nervous laughter.
I've acted as though this will be no big deal. I'm so nervous, I could yack. Is this dress sex club worthy? Should I have waxed instead of shaved?
What if I run into someone I know? I raise one hand off the steering wheel. It's shaking. The details of the episode have since faded, but the memory of the feelings I felt while watching it have not. Everyone seemed free. The club looked glamorous, like Eyes Wide Shutwithout the creepy masks and music. I knew instantly: I want to go there. Still, I was aware I should not divulge my fascination to friends, family, or romantic partners.
I determined it was best to keep my inner freak in the closet, lest I be ostracized or deemed non-girlfriend material. But still, the allure of a swingers club remained in the shadows of my subconscious, like a monster under 's bed waiting for the lights to go out so it could come out and play. Aside from my expressed interest in them, I decided to visit an Atlanta swingers club because of a Creative Loafing cover story about the local swingers sceneone of our top online stories more than a decade after it was published.
There's something to be said, or at least, interpreted, by the popularity of the story: Atlantans are really curious about swinging.
I pick up my date, a gentleman with a handsome face and an even sweeter asswhose looks even leave my straight guy friends in awe. He laughs. Before we leave his house I tell him he has to change his selected attire. It might sound unusual, but someone who is handsome, clean, and well-dressed is not completely out of place at swingers club — they resemble a cross-section of the city more than you may think.
Granted, it is hard to determine what percentage of the American population swings. One reason is basic semantics; the other is fear or suppression based on socially constructed norms. A swinger is a person who is emotionally monogamous, but rejects sexual exclusivity. While swinging implies a lifestyle, a person or couple who participate in a threesome can be considered swingers, although they may not necessarily identify themselves as such.
It may be something a person does not actively seek out, or what the lifestyle calls an "opportunistic swinger. According to a research study published in the Electronic Journal of Human Sexualityit is estimated that 2 percent to 4 percent of adult Americans are swinging couples, with at least 25 percent of U. On average, the swingers were mostly middle- to upper-middle class white married couples in their late 30s who attend church on a regular basis, are more likely to identify politically as moderates or conservatives, and showed a more progressive attitude toward topics such as sexuality, divorce, pornography, homosexuality, premarital sex, and abortion.
These stats made me feel comfortable that I could actually go to a club, have a good time, and report back to those who are curious just what has or hasn't changed in the decade-plus since CL visited the sex club scene. But being comfortable with statistics is a whole lot different than taking your clothes off around strangers. Trust me. Atlanta has three reputable swingers clubs, according to a former club member: TrapezeLittle Wingsand Club Venus. Activities involving such clubs fall under two : "on-premise" refers to sexual activities conducted on-site; "off-premise" means the venue is used as a place to facilitate the meeting of other swingers, but sexual activities are conducted elsewhere.
The difference between the reputable clubs and others has to do with honesty and safety. The members belonging to the reputable clubs are dominated by consenting couples. Clubs like Trapeze offer nominal "Single Male" nights to minimize the potential for creepsters and offer couples and single women a safe environment. Many swingers meet their playmates off-premise, such as online swingers forums like swinglifestyle.
On average, swingers clubs do not offer members STD screenings or background checks, which is why responsible swingers take it upon themselves to do the necessary research to ensure their safety. At the very least, condoms and a desire to quiz your potential partner about his or her sexual history are necessary. A swingers club is no different than your standard nightclub where you hope to find a partner — sexual, romantic, or otherwise.
For many of them, it's a slow process that involves taking the conversation outside the Internet, eventually progressing to telephone, then perhaps coffee or dinner dates. Once everyone feels comfortable, educated about each other's histories, and the ground rules have been established, the sexual play can commence. The process can take months. On average, swingers clubs do not offer an economical entry price. For single males, in particular, the rates are inflated. The remainder of the week, only couples and single females are allowed.
Throughout the evening, Trapeze employees will walk the grounds to make sure everyone is playing fair. Voyeurism is not frowned upon, but the rule is for the person doing the looking to ask the persons at play if they are OK and comfortable with them viewing. If comfortable, those doing the playing will consent.
They might even ask the person to. There is, however, no guarantee that if one goes to a swingers club, either as a single male or female, or as a couple, that sexual relations with any other club members will be had. Relations are reserved to be determined by those at play. If a club employee notices a person creeping too close, or notices anyone who appears uncomfortable or objects, the creepster is ejected from the club, along with the surrendering of the person's membership.
At one less reputable club, according to a former patron who commented on condition of anonymity, the game is manipulated by the owners to ensure a return in their clients, single males in particular. Part of the former patron's concern, aside from the deception and health risk of unknowing club members, is the environment created.
Normally, he says, swingers clubs are safe for women, as they play a heavy role in the lifestyle rules and actions. Conversely, in this type of facility, he found it created hostility from the men, and thus put women at risk because the men expected sex. When a woman, presumably a real swinger and not a paid player, denied a single male member, there was resentment.
Acts conducted by these men with legit female swingers also appeared to be more aggressive in nature, and not in the way that a consenting BDSM fetishist would participate with a female of similar sexual preferences. In an effort to calm my nerves, he gently pushes my long dark hair behind my right ear to better kiss my neck, his hands wandering as he lifts my skirt to massage my thighs. As we approach our destination, I spot a fit brunette dressed in black by the valet attendant. I look at my date and raise my eyebrows.
Inside, we register at a computer, pay the behind-the-counter person, who hands me a laminated name-free member ID card with my ased and barcode. In a few weeks they will switch to a digital security system, complete with a fingerprint scanner. Behind us is a white couple in their 40s. The silver-haired man's plaid shirt is tucked into his dress pants. He looks unassuming, like an elementary school teacher. I am told there's a very famous Georgia church official in addition to a high-ranking executive in state government who frequent the club. I hand the woman my bottle of whiskey, which she slaps a sticker on with my member.
Trapeze is a BYOB club, with a bar of complimentary mixers. I turn around and give my date a schoolgirl squeal: "Eep! He's playing it cool, but I can tell he's as nervous as I am. There's a dance floor and stripper pole, an area with leather couches, and a bar with a small dining area for the complimentary buffet.
Dinner until midnight, then it switches to breakfast. Doors close at 5 a.
We are given a tour of the facilities. We should arrive earlier, according to our tour guide. It's nearly midnight. I felt like a bad journalist. And a pervert. Our guide is black. They come here after the strip clubs. The environment changes. It becomes a lot more testosterone heavy. Couples sit together at the bar and on couches, but the dance floor is empty. There's a blend of white and black couples, most look to be in their 40s.
Some are preppy, some have outfits I can't help but furrow my eyebrows at where's Joan Rivers when you need her? There are flat-screen TVs on the walls playing foot fetish-related porn movies. On one screen, a woman is giving a man a footjob. My date is quiet. I can't tell if he's turned off or being polite. Our pack he toward the back of the club, where the magic happens, and where clothes are not allowed, only a towel.
There is a co-ed locker room where you can leave your clothes and belongings, but we keep ours on for the tour. We pass bodies concealed in the nooks of the hallway's darkness. I don't want to look. I know I can, but I feel invasive, which makes me feel stupid given the circumstance. There are private rooms, our tour guide explains, along with a couples-only room. We cut through an empty dim-lit room with the faintest blue light, just enough to see what's going on, but not expose a person's physical imperfections. The room has elevated platforms, like mock beds, with what looks like wrestling mats on top.
As we turn the corner on our way to the pool and hot tub area, the other room's white light hits the mat and there I see it: WET.Swingers it atlanta
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