Meems was working for VICE and sought my expertise in blocking untoward approaches with a dash of moral support and a side of taking notes. We went to meet some sexy people. Chateau Vino is rooted at the top of a cul-de-sac in an industrial state behind the swamps of the Gold Coast. It lies amongst mechanics of varying specialities with names like Mufflers to the Max and Gearheads , and if I was an amateur onomast student of proper names β dictionary.
We arrived earlier than the time advertised on the website. Our plan was to check the scene out before it was full of sweaty ham pressers, but even at our early hour, there were a few couples leering and groping one another. We were given a guided tour of the club, which was made up of a BYO bar, outdoor smoking area, pool room, dancefloor with pole, banner ads for adultfriendfinder. We were given a glowing review of the lifestyle, with the practitioners praising its ability to solidify and reinforce relationships, as well as fulfil friendships forged through free fornication.
Mid-week, the swingers walk amongst us muggles, smirking at one another in Coles and in the workplace, filled with the secret knowledge that Geoff from accounts was chained, whipped and blown in front of 30 people last weekend. The lifestyle is separate from their day-to-day, with most we spoke to telling of hiding their weekends from friends and families.
Marital longevity as aided by the lifestyle was a recurring theme, with most there claiming decades of wedlock. The couples most invested in the scene, the organisers and staff and regulars, had been together since adolescence, and started swinging late in their relationships, claiming to have remained monogamous until they decided to swing.
All in all, however, this was an overwhelmingly positive space for people to address some of their more uncomfortable urges in a space that was safe and respectful, free of unwanted advances and the physical and sexual violence that mar more mainstream mating markets. Upon leaving, we noticed a mantelpiece covered in dick and vagina moulds, and a pair of couples swung up to us and proudly proclaimed that theirs were up there. As they groped each other in a four-way squeeze fest they asked if we wanted to guess whose were whose.
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