i went there once on a wednesday, it was an unofficial after party from a peaches concert. the first thing i noticed when i came in was that the people handling the coats and jackets were all naked and it made me giggle a bit while trying to maintain a straight face. whenever i see naked people in a human made surrounding i think it looks hilarious, like for example people at a naturist resort driving a bicycle. anyway that night i went wasn't that crazy. i'll never forget though that this big gay guy tried to flirt with me and at one point asked if i wanted to sit on his shoulders and have me paraded around. which was a funny experience.
Yeah. I agree and think this worth remarking. Naturists make the claim that the body is natural and should not offend - and this is true as far as it goes. However, when advocates of nudity say that it therefore follows that clothes are unnecessary, they are assuming that clothes are worn ONLY for reasons of modesty which is clearly not true. I'm sure that clothing was originally created for protection - from the elements no doubt but also cos those natural and inoffensive soft dangly bits are sensitive and vulnerable. And later, as understanding grew and we learned about bacteria and germs, we realised that the clothing we'd donned to keep us warm and make sure our family jewels didn't get caught in a threshing machine or chewed off by an overly friendly dog, also performed a secondary hygiene function.
So, while it's great that lots of people are no longer shackled by a baseless fear of the body, and I'm sure that the Kit Kat Klub is able to maintain an air temperature that is sufficiently high that one can confidently let their ball bag flap around unencumbered, I hope you'll forgive me if, until they can also guarantee that I won't sit agonisingly on my testicles or get my foreskin hilariously trapped in a door, I will keep my cock and balls safely wrapped up until the right person asks my permission to put them carefully in her mouth.
And, as for hygiene, maybe I'm a prude, but all things being equal, I'd probably rather not sit on a chair that moments earlier had been occupied by a fat, sweaty nudist. I wouldn't say that I'm particularly fastidious - in fact, quite the opposite - but even I would find it hard to completely forget that seconds before the hairy folds of his/her buttocks had been spread comfortably across the very same space, that quite possibly their balloon knot itself however clean (though do Kit Kat check this on entry? Somehow I doubt it) may well have kissed the middle regions of the seat, and if male their bell-end and hirsute sack almost certainly deposited germs over parts of the structure - and if female then same goes for their vulva. Though to be honest, a woman choosing whether or not to sit on such a chair would probably have more to worry about from her vulva as an organ of ingress than anything else.