Last night was rainy and cold and called for a movie in bed with some red red wine. I accidentally ended up watching this movie about this sex club in NY called “The List”. Basically if you were hot or powerful, you got to be on The List and people would call you and say, “Are you free tonight?”. If you answered yes, they told you to meet them at a certain hotel and you went and knocked the boots, NSA, no names.
After the movie, there was some commentary from the director and a sex therapist, declaring that sex clubs like the one in the movie do exist! All over America! They may not be a list per se but everywhere around the country, they stated, people are finding ways to anonymously bump uglies.
Which leads me to wonder…are there any sex clubs in C-ville? I kind of doubt it. This place is much too small. You can hook up with some townie you met off the internet five years ago then go to brunch with your Grandma downtown and bump into Mr./Mrs. One-Night-Stand giving you a lecherous knowing look or else pretending like they don’t see you.
But it’s obvious that people in C-ville are wanting to get freaky. Go look at the “Casual Encounters” section on C-ville Craigslist. Not gonna link, you gotta find it for yourself. Don’t look at it while at work. I warned you. Local people are on there, and they are trying to get laiiiiid. Tonight!
So, could there actually be any sex clubs here in C-ville? I hear tons of gossip about how this bar owner swings and that restaurant owner is a libertine, and that married person cheats regularly. But no evidence of any organized hanky-panky organization as of yet.
I don’t expect any of the regulars to jump out and boast, “I’m not only a member, I’m the president!” or anything, so if you have some beans to spill, make up a fake name and dish. No name-naming please, and no personal attacks. Do you know of any juicy stuff going on? Enquiring minds want to know.
/cVillain is my sex club
[pic detail of photo by Jonathan Wenk]
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people are finding ways to anonymously bump uglies
….like furries?
/ew
And *crickets*. Where is everyone? Getting some??? Damn you!
i could see a Vanilla Sky style sex club in Cville, what with the hoity-toity-ness of so many of the denziens and the proximity of so many large manse-style abodes in the area.
/remember, there’s a password for the gate and another, different password for the house!
sorry…meant Eyes Wide Shut, the other really bad Tom Cruise movie of that time.
Interesting post Pink Panther. For some reason this sounds like something that would happen in Charlottesville. This place is quite interesting… Sucks I can’t take part.
@3 so we’d all wear rubber masks? oh, THAT’s how it’s anonymous…
@6: So you’re into rubbermasks too huh? Hey, c’mere for a sec and lemme get yer didgies…
what’s sex?
You mean, since Fellinis closed the first time?
@9:By club, I don’t mean a physical location for banging but a group of people getting together to bang.
Coranites
I didn’t say it
I’m perfectly willing to think it happens in Charlottesville. One of the things I believe to be true in life: if you can think it up, someone is doing it and has been doing it for a long time…and someone else has a fetish about it.
@ 9
YOU ARE AWESOME !!!!!!
@ Post
Guy’s wearing a cheap watch and needs a friggin haircut. He also has some sort of unsightly growth on his cheek–that shit can be removed by any of our local cosmetic clinics in quick-painless outpatient surgery if he’d take two seconds to look in a mirror.
SHE on the other hand is wearing a FURRY teddy or slip or something. Which is hawt. But her fake pearl earrings are totally QVC-discount.
Let’s assume Cville sex-clubbers are a little more up-scale?
i think chris @12 is talking about rule 34? can anybody confirm that? i just moved into my first apartment on the internet, so i’m unfamiliar.
met a nice girl on myspace though. got a date! tr1xxy, she says. sells pharmies, ON THE LINE! what a country.
@15 – OMG, I still have nightmares…
btw, be careful, kiddies, there are progeny and they’re old enough to be ‘puter savvy… just sayin’
/top of the evening to all
in any case, I’ve heard of some rural organized stuff, cause they can’t just run into some ho on the way to the barn… (Nelson County), but in spite of some truly jicky folk I’ve run into in the hook, have yet to hear of any true organized…organization…of…organs…bleh
. . . i believe it’s called “The Farmington Country Club”
given the uniformly high alcohol consumption and uniformly low morality of everyone i know and have otherwise briefly met downtown, i can’t imagine there’d be the remotest need for any sex-clubs here. i’m pretty sure that anyone willing to stay in any downtown bar until closing time can collect their 200 dollars without passing Go.
failing that, there’s gym-membership or buying a puppy to walk in public.
They never gave me 200 samoleans for closing the bar. Nor did I receive a puppy membership. bastiches.
Is there any truth to rumours circulating then that Kiki’s was sortof a Swinger/Privates Lives joint? I mean a launching-pad for such encounters, etc., known to those who knew? Always heard this but the notion of fruit-based martinis scared me away from inquiring directly.
did we agree that the new Fellini’s is epic FAIL for other than the most mundane decadence?
Also–since we’re on the subj, i really-really-really want to know if anyone yet has ‘done’ an outsourcer visiting from India or wherever outsourcers live. I’m wondering specifically whether or not this is possible, or if any inadvertently funny documents have been leaked to Americans in which outsourcing companies prohibit such interactions by one dire threat or another, also humourous.
………”Nothing is less sexy than a Cvillain post about sex.”
except of course for many of the cvillains who post about sex.
I had a conversation with a certain club owner in town about the fact that you couldn’t see in the windows of his establishment. He went on to tell me that on certain nights of the week, his place would be a sort of “private gentlemen’s club, if you will”, where the clientelle typically didn’t like to be seen inside the club with their “girfriends” and without their wives.
That sounds pretty close to me.
that does sound pretty close. i assume it’s Melting Pot? I assume that chocolate fondue can draw down some outrageous dry-cleaning costs on your vickie-secrets.
This post is an epic FAIL because none of you know shit about sexy goings-on. Maybe spend a little less time on the blogarooni and more getting some hanky-panky?
@26, don’t be so choosy, we can have both. hey, who wants to live blog a sex club? anyone?
@26
fair enuf and consistent with my own observations above.
/where do we start?
@13 ditto on the cheesy picture on the post. why is dude still wearing his watch? when i used to wear a watch, that was the first thing that come off when it was time for…you know.
@29 i always leave my watch on when i’m not alone in bed. it’s what differentiates being naked in company from being naked by myself.
Plus then you can time yourself. You know, cuz you need a second hand.
@31 I’m not sure what that means actually. No more mixing cold medicine and typing for me.
@29
since it may be a random partner unknown to him, he’s probably unsure that she may not swipe it from him when he’s in flagrante. those fur-wearing hussies can be pretty crafty.
@33 good point. i once took my watch off & never saw it again.
i’m embarrassed to admit i have a candydish full of assorted earrings and bracelets and necklaces and rings.
anyone missing anything?—no watch there that i recall.
are any of them rhinestone? i left a complete set–earrings, choker, & bracelet, all with assorted sentimental values–back in ‘02 when i was running late for a flight. plus my mom’s christmas present.
People. PEOPLE! The photo is a still from the fricking movie. If Ewan McGregor wants to get freaky with his watch on, he can. Otterdung leaves his watch on during sex I heard. How many of you dudes do the sock thing? Talk amongst yourselves.
that’s cuz mine is a Rolex GMT—Ewan wears an Omega or somesuch.
i think i do have some rhinestones. Are you THAT girl?
/chagrin.
back in the day when i owned two black leather boots, i liked to leave them on.
ewan mcgregor can do WHATEVER he wants.
@35 – two words. dixie pawn.
Rolex’s are for new money pimps. Real men wear Omega’s.
@39
i approve of that heartily.
and agree in re Ewan.
@41
i had a moment of doubt when the excellent new James Bond (daniel craig)
admits to wearing an Omega in the film. Connery wore the GMT.
@41
do real men take off their omegas and leave them on the table for random-chick purloining and Dixie-Pawning?
@38, @41
that really wasn’t vanity, incidentally—only apologetic explanation for not taking it off @ 37.
Talking about your watches is not doing it for me. Oy and otter, I’m kicking you out of the sex club.
you can’t kick me out of the only sex club I can get into
/unless you cut off my hands..
leaving mine on already got me ousted.
let’s go back to the ‘orchid wearing thigh-high leather boots’ part.
I wonder if more than 12 people post on this site? I’m finding a pattern of:
1. Post interesting topic
2. 2-5 posters write something about the topic
followed by
3. 40-100 off-topic posts and snarky one-liners by the same dozen or so posters
There are sex clubs, but they all involve 60-year-old hippies. I don’t mind my sex meat aged. do you?
Yeah orchid, tell us what you’re wearing. Right now.
/aw c-sex. those were the days.
@48
that seems accurate.
i think 12 people are trying everything they can do, scatter and off-topic as necessary, to make sure as many posts as possible ‘fly’ and to beg, invite, provoke folks outside that 12 to post, not merely lurk?
there was a sortof sex-therapy goooooroooooo hanging around for a while, grey-bearded and be-robed. i assume he was from one of the cults in the area. but he’d broadly fit under rubric of ‘60 year-old hippies’.
@37
now you have me concerned, Pink.
was there a complaint registered in re the watch staying on?
and how recently was this report filed with your office?
is there a timepiece-optional sex-club in Cville?
@48: There’s actually only 2. You and me. I post under 11 different names though.
Did you see Shenanigans and Belmont Yo are back!
I plan to retire as am now superfluous, as soon as you give me the skinny on @ 51.
is orchid wed–i hope the thigh-high-boots crack didn’t offend.
orchid doesn’t get offended. she’s busy.
thank you. sorry anyhow.
is nobody else as thrilled as i am to have Shenanigans and Belmont Yo back?
I feel the site had been languishing without their clever and fiery ripostes.
Can we persuade them to collaborate on a PETULANT MCQUIT AND LURK FFA ???
To paraphrase Groucho Marx, “I don’t want to me a member of any [sex] club that would accept me as a member.”
I don’t want to BE…
real subtle, otter.
/the code
@58
sh*t–f*ck–sh*t–f*ck… No she’s not. i thought the Barbiepost was NEW, and saw this:
http://cvillain.com/2008/03/25/charlottesville-line-of-barbies/#comment-32928
i just looked and that comment is from friggin MARCH !! who the hell dug up a SEVEN MONTH OLD POST??
/GRAVELY disappointed.
/can we STIILL try to get Shen out of mcquit?
mcquitting is so en vogue right now, apparently.
I just think it’s cute, even *thinking* that all of the Prius-driving, MudHouse-imbibing, snarky folks that live in this town could ever in their wildest DREAMS come up with a hedonistic sex club. There’s a bunch of nudists in Nelson County, though. And that “co-op” out in Louisa, where I can CERTIFY that some phreaky shizz is going on.
@60
TROOT. i went to a VERY sketchy party at some commune or another where lots of wrinkly creepy ex-hippies were running around naked and the Hogwaller Ramblers were playing (MERCIFULLY the band was clothed, such as they are). I shudder even to this day to remember. There was another even spookier commune in Nelson, now defunct or ascended to heaven in their Nikes.
59: you cannot be serious. myopic twat indeed.
@39 am i the only one wondering why you said “two”? or did i miss a post? did you lose a boot at some point? …thinking there’s a good story there…
just got back in town (missed scoriole’s brunch-fest dammit) and well, i just wanna say i don’t really care if you leave your watch on…or most of your clothes. think it’s better when you’re in a hurry rather than acting like we’re having a Business Meeting or Doctor’s Appointment or something. but no, i don’t wanna share you with a group – or at least, i don’t wanna know about it.
/for god’s sake, hurry up!
so unfair, mc.
who looks at the damn DATES on the posts, even if they AREN’T astigmatic fun-funnels??
i just assumed since it popped up in recent comments that it was new.
i repeat, what weirdo goes through the archives and comments on a seven-month-old post?
@63
am i the only one wondering whom it is you address as “you” in the second paragraph?
did i miss a memo or something?—are you THAT girl?
I still think there’s a joke somewhere in this whole thing about watches, a “second” hand, men, and sex.
like marlo thomas? or your tall blonde? not tall or blonde. by “you” i meant “y’all”.
/who can turn the world on with her smile?
#48 – dry or wet aged?
@66
you know what big-hands mean. what has two hands and goes in your pocket.
@67
remind me who Marlo Thomas is? how do you even remember the eyeballing tall blonde? if you meant y’all, there’s the Southern State thread. thanks for clearing that up for me!
@68
more it’s saggin’, easier the baggin’…
feel like i can’t quit until BBT or BP arrive; getting compulsive, this net-sitting.
ok, i know i’m early, but I hadda on account that otter is getting tired, so this is for charity, no?
I do notice that the time on the guy’s watch in not anything approaching 3:30. FAIL!
/have lost so many earrings that I have quite the collection of eclectic “non-matchings”…
oops, and i only ever wear one at a time, yo
bp, a gender, you has it!
no, no, I’m totally gay, ok?
…cause ewan is totally da bomb…
may i gently request a no-watch policy (unless you’re ewan, in which case i join the chorus of HE CAN DO WHATEVER HE WANTS)? i got my hair caught in some links recently – those things huuuurrrrttt…
/not as much as my stilettos did digging into his back, though
//was that TMI?
///needs more sleep
////dave!
was i moderated? or did my combination imagery of injuries sustained from watch links and stilettos vanish into the aether? hmm, perhaps my computer does know what’s best for me after all…
/can’t sleep, bp will eat me
i was moderated! woohoo! um, thor, feel free to delete 77 aaaaany old time you want to…
…and i’m spent.
@71 I’ve never been known to not please someone… *cheesy innuendo* But it happened. Blame it on visiting shady websites and subsequent hours of attempting to undue damage caused by embedded trojans and virii. That and the cheese continues with being addicted to watching True Blood on HBO.
And a (BIG) glass of wine.
Despite lack of sex clubs (although I do admit a slight naivete about the desire to be a part of one), I’m surprised by the lack of toy shops, and I’m not speaking of Pufferbellies or Alakazam.
/Granted, Pufferbellies could be a condition caused by too much of said physical act…
//Ha! Oh, man. I slay.
@77 one of the (few) benefits to going out with that dirty hippie was he had really long hair (if it was ever washed & untangled), so was always sensitive to not lying on mine (unlike mr. bald bastard who totaled my car).
to be somewhat more topical – i’m surprised no one has mentioned CUFF. are they still around?
@ 81 bald people are creepy, anyway. you’re better off without him. (i mean… nothing to grab on to. ooooky.)
bald people are creepy
You have no idea…
@81
argh! argh! argh! i don’t think you admitted before to having ACCEPTED the invite from experimental-drug-use-van dirty-hippie!!! I’m sure we all assumed that epithet meant that you gave him the move-along-nothing-to-see-here stiff-arm and hygiene-pamphlet, to save your tahane suiting. Yuck-o. Ick. Did he make you a hemp necklace and some Phish-Bootleg CDs, leave a few of his scrunci-hair-ties in your bathroom (not that he was in there for bathing, just to blow his tweed-smoke out the window)?
maybe these sex clubs are like fight club.
@85
i think i remember the line from Fight Club, delivered by Ed Norton:
…………”…i learned that you can only swallow about a half-pint of blood before you throw up…”
whats’a ‘condum’ again? is that like a lesser conundrum?
correct me if i am wrong but isnt Gold’s Gym pretty close to being a sex club? i hear that that is the place to meet local swingers and the likes…. just throwing that out there.
@88
ONEHUNDREDPERCENT absolutely.
there’s nothing wrong with it, but it tends to the
homosexual/homoerotic though—a specialized subset of sexclubs.
Yes, gyms are sex clubs. I think ACAC is the spot to get ass right now.
@82 totally agree.
@84 different hippie! 9 years earlier. ugh, i had to listen to so many phish bootleg TAPES. the only cd he made me was of him covering the dead.