your ex situtationship could be your friend's next relationship
short post on NSFW parties, Folsom Street East week & other (slightly) spicy events in NYC
My friend is sleeping with a guy I met at this week’s play party spotlight.
I set them up at my Valentine’s Day faux-shotgun-wedding earlier this year—entirely by accident. Considering I was in the throes of a budding threesome at the time (with two very different people to be clear), I couldn’t have been happier.
Let me just say, there’s no such thing as sloppy seconds. And girl code is so high school.
What ridiculous concepts.
Sharing is caring, and one girl’s casual hookup break-up is another’s perfect match 😌
Plus…that guy is his own independent person. Who would I be to stand in their way? Remember loves, you negate someone else’s autonomy when you try draw lines around who your friends can or can’t fuck from your past.
Unless they did you dirty, it truly shouldn’t matter.
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That rather erotic butterfly effect first flapped its slutty little wings back in summer ‘24 at a kinky social hosted by NSFW.
Against all odds, the odds being me breaking a literal heel on the way to their Bushwick loft, I arrived, stayed, and successfully flirted with two Almost Famous coded musicians. A little duct tape in the staff closet goes a long way folks. No one would ever know my footwear was amiss beneath the leather, chain belt, wet look waspie corset, and lace bra anyway.
Like many NYC kink & play collectives, NSFW has had its fair share of rebranding & relocation.
Rent affects us all, including house & home for our most hedonistic proclivities. Which necessitated a move from Tribeca (how they ever afforded that, I’ll never know. Pre-pandemic stability I suppose) to a space not far from the Brooklyn Mirage—I could hear their heavy bass from NSFW’s roof deck where I laughed and smoked with other members.
It’s also where I ripped the seam of my leather pencil skirt (a Domme closet classic) as I straddled a curly haired dummer before we fumbled our way back to my apartment.
The duct tape holding my heel together was no longer holding. But when has that ever stopped a feral woman?
NSFW posts many of their parties on POSH, including their upcoming event Fluid. If you apply now, you might be granted membership in time for Friday. But don’t hold me to that.
In the meantime, you can live vicariously through Hope Woodard’s very detailed sex party story time on Instagram. She didn’t fuck anyone (despite the ample opportunity), but did contend that “these people look like they love each other.”
I don’t think you can get a better seal of approval than that.
Anywho, for the folks among us who don’t have time for applications or the trust funds for membership dues, allow me to put you onnn. Here’s what’s good in NYC—no red tape involved: