It was heaving with people, and it was hard to move through the halls without having your body stretched and rubbed.Īfter we finished our drinks I went to the bathroom to pee while Ernan waited outside. The building was once an old power station, but it was transformed into something that resembled a horny gay guy’s fever dream: erotic and hallucinogenic, an orgy of flesh and limbs, with techno music drowning out any other sound. We grabbed some beers and slipped deeper into the club through halls and corridors, presumably where the locals hang out. The main bar was surrounded by guys drinking and chatting just like any other bar. Ernan later commented on how efficient he thought this system actually was - he was my practical man. These would be used for monetary transactions throughout the night, and you settle up at the very end. After checking our shirts and jackets, they wrote these numbers on our shoulders with a Sharpie. Once we paid cover, we were assigned our numbers for the evening: I was 319 and Ernan was 320.
On regular nights, they host watersports, fisting, mask, farm, rubber and scat parties, as well as something they call “the after-scat-dirthole-piss-fuck.” This happens the day after the scat event, and I’ve heard it’s a clean-up sex party for those that enjoy day-old feces. Friday Fuckis known as being the most tourist-friendly event the club offers, since there is no dress code or fetish theme. Ernan was visiting for a few days and we thought it’d be fun to predrink at Friday Fuck, Lab’s two-for-one drink night, then head up to the Panorama Bar after, which was the dance club above the Berghain - date night, German style.
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