It’s 6:30 AM on Sunday morning.


My room that was neat and tidy is a latex strewn disaster area now. I’m definitely getting frayed around the edges as we head into the home stretch of the weekend.


I didn’t even go to the after party. I just came home from the big Torture Garden bash at Mass ­ an old church. My other friends are partying it up at an undisclosed location while I go home to go to sleep (for 4 hours), then to go and teach a spicy little bondage class for Coco De Mer at the member’s’ clubs, Soho House. I could learn after all these years to not schedule a class during the wham bam weekend.


Highlights: I love being part of the crew as a performer. It’s where I’m happiest ­ simultaneously being behind the scenes and mingling among the partygoers. Weirdly, I love spending time in the barren, messy and unglamorous back stage. The sight of ordinary men and women transforming into bizarre creatures. Working with the permanent staff ­ seeing the faces behind the curtain. Being part of a group that makes the magic happen. It’s all very exciting. It’s also great having a place to chill out, leave my bags in a security-guarded space and kick my shoes off once in a while.


TG, as it’s affectionately known, is where I’m happiest. The music is just the best. Multiple rooms for dancing, performance and play. Each room has a different set of amazing DJs that can spin the unlikeliest of combos and make it work. These guys really do have the best music ­ which explains why their parties travel to other places. I can’t wait until they return to the US. But it’s still the best when they do the TG thing in London.


I really like the people that go there. The outfits are grand. Not just the cliché and dull and conventional pretty stuff, but really imaginative, often skirting on the pageantry of grotesque and the deconstruction of identity. I dressed in my favorite psycho bunny outfit form Polymorphe with a carrot vibrator.


Kumi, looking like a f*&#ed up Lolita doll performed with me in the big cage and the two of us got into to a total rope tangle and tormented each other with the vibrating carrot.


On the way out I was snagged by my friend Mistress Absolute (who runs that awesomely fun play- focused club Subversion), her fab side kick J, plus Charlotte of TG and hung out in the front office while the patrons came and went on the other side of the fish bowl window. It always amazes me how much work and patience it takes to run a club like this. The chaos that they deal with on the fly is just unbelievable.


Oof, it’s 7:15am. I’d better get to sleep…just a bit over 3 hours until I have to get up and go teach ­ and then to the last big party event ­ Chaz Royal’s big burlesque bash!


Signing off from London,

Midori


(Midori is a globe trotting sexpert, presenter and author who regularly writes for Penthouse Media. Check her out at www.PlanetMidori.com)