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A little bit of Seattle Goth history: down in a big basement in Seattle's oldest neighborhood, Pioneer Square, in the '90s and early aughts there used to be a goth joint called the Catwalk. Sweet young things showed up and did goth things. One notable feature of the Catwalk was that there was BDSM going on. Yes, in a bar in Washington state. That's now illegal here, and my friend I says that the Catwalk is likely why. (I'm unaware of any regrettable incidents involving BDSM at the Catwalk, but that doesn't mean they didn't happen. I describes the kinky folk there as decent sorts who liked to explain things, as most kinky folk are.)
Sounds like my kind of place, right? But remember, folks, I spent the entire '90s trying hard to be somebody I'm not. I didn't make it to the Catwalk until near the end of its run for a couple of fashion shows*. Now there's a club there called Ohm.
So it was with complex feelings that I heard about the Catwalk reunion scheduled for last night. There was tremendous excitement among the old-schoolers who actually did go there regularly. People who hadn't been regular clubbers for years were talking about going out. So would I indulge in nostalgia for an experience I never really had?
Hell yes I would! And I had a fabulous time, absence of kink notwithstanding. People dressed up, which I appreciate; I was not the only one there in a leather corset**. The goth spotting was excellent; many of the seldom-seen peeps did show up.
Ohm could have used another bartender, and you had to pay extra for one of the many tables, but it's otherwise a decent venue***. The door people were too young to have heard of the Catwalk.
Dancer, who drove us there, danced so much that it took her several hours of ice and heat to get ambulatory today. Yes, the music was largely goth standards from days past from DJ JQ et al., and I loved it.
Postscript: A few days ago I invited Taller Woman, who was a regular at the Catwalk, but she says she can't do Friday nights anymore because old. That's a great pity, not least because I've seen a photo of her in a black leather corset.
The promoters say they're going to do it again in June.
*Yeah, you know what kind of fashion shows.
**In that crowd, it's almost a wardrobe staple. Or at least it was.
***When I was a baby bat, child, the tables at Noc Noc were first come first serve. And at the Mercury & the Coffin Club they still are. Harrumph.
Sounds like my kind of place, right? But remember, folks, I spent the entire '90s trying hard to be somebody I'm not. I didn't make it to the Catwalk until near the end of its run for a couple of fashion shows*. Now there's a club there called Ohm.
So it was with complex feelings that I heard about the Catwalk reunion scheduled for last night. There was tremendous excitement among the old-schoolers who actually did go there regularly. People who hadn't been regular clubbers for years were talking about going out. So would I indulge in nostalgia for an experience I never really had?
Hell yes I would! And I had a fabulous time, absence of kink notwithstanding. People dressed up, which I appreciate; I was not the only one there in a leather corset**. The goth spotting was excellent; many of the seldom-seen peeps did show up.
Ohm could have used another bartender, and you had to pay extra for one of the many tables, but it's otherwise a decent venue***. The door people were too young to have heard of the Catwalk.
Dancer, who drove us there, danced so much that it took her several hours of ice and heat to get ambulatory today. Yes, the music was largely goth standards from days past from DJ JQ et al., and I loved it.
Postscript: A few days ago I invited Taller Woman, who was a regular at the Catwalk, but she says she can't do Friday nights anymore because old. That's a great pity, not least because I've seen a photo of her in a black leather corset.
The promoters say they're going to do it again in June.
*Yeah, you know what kind of fashion shows.
**In that crowd, it's almost a wardrobe staple. Or at least it was.
***When I was a baby bat, child, the tables at Noc Noc were first come first serve. And at the Mercury & the Coffin Club they still are. Harrumph.
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Date: 2025-03-25 07:44 am (UTC)From:Godsdammit. It's not even my thing and I'm kinda mad about it.
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