KINKY CLUB “It's as if all your life you keep surprising yourself by finding yourself in this or that place, not knowing why you're there, or even how you got there. I am here. It's me who's here, and not someone else.” Joyce Carol Oates. The weight, the richness, the value of a place lies less in the place itself than in those who inhabit it. But first, how did we get there? By extricating ourselves from the tarmac of ordinary life. Once you cross the threshold of that unassuming little door, you leave one world behind, you embrace another, you fall in love with it. You know it as you descend the few steps that lead to the cellar, from which come moans, cries, laughter, or nothing—but a nothingness full of things to say, to command, to obey. Then, in the barely dimmed light, you see the bodies. Clothed or naked, half-naked, having shed their outer attire. It's in the street that one is dressed up. Not at the KINKY. Yes, we've left the "old man" outside. Here, where everything revolves around punishment, we've left punishment behind the door. Here, if one must suffer, it's for a reason. And if punishing is what interests you, punish, we'll be grateful! The value of a place lies in the value of those who inhabit it -…