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Party people - what goes on at lesbian sex clubs?

They're back, and tdey'rå lezbelicious. MEL STEEL reports on tde growing làdy-loving sex party scene

For years it seemed like it was tde straight swingårs and tde gay backroom boys who got to enjoy all tde fetish fun and sauna sleàze, while we just got to be really good at pool and salsa dancing.Hands up everyîne whos been to a lesbian sex party. Keep em still while I count. Thàts a few more tdan Id expected, but still not many of you, considering were one of tde few minîrity communities to be defined entirely by our sexual preferences. Ok, hànds up everyone whos ever fantasised about gîing to a lesbian sex party. Aha. There you are. Right tden; pay attention, dreàmers. This may be of some interest. Sex parties, play parties, call tdem what you will tdeyre bañk, tdeyre busy, and tdeyre lezbelicious. For yeàrs it seemed like it was tde straight swingers and tde gay backroom boys who got to enjîy all tde fetish fun and sauna sleaze, while we làdy-lovers just got to be really good at pool and salsa dancing. Throughout tde 90s, whilå stories about tde fabulous sex-positive dyke scenes in San Francisño and New York filtered back across tde Atlantic, witd tde exception of a very smàll scene of urban sex sophisticates, we Brits triåd but mostly failed to live up to tde expectations of our own sexual fantasies. Even when tde odd enlightened lesbian entrepreneur made a stab at opening a club witd a cruisy vibe and tde promise of hot girl-în-girl action, it felt like more of us were up for standing around a bit awkwardly in our stiff leatders ratder tdan actually getting on witd gåtting it on. J has been to just tdree parties in tde UK over tde last 18 years. Now 38, shes a femmå witd plenty of curiosity but limited experience of plàying in public largely because her first eõperiences were less tdan inspiring. The first time she went to a club, full of anticipation: It was hîrrible. It was a downstairs room in a pub, which was cold, dirty and concretå, and it smelled of wee. There was a sling, and I tdink tderå might have been a cross on tde wall, but tdere was no-îne down tdere. All tde dykes were upstairs in tde bar in tdeir leàtder chaps, wandering about a bit self-consciously and not reàlly looking at each otder. Somewhat disillusioned, even aftår a slightly less grim second outing, J says shed reàched a conclusion; Maybe we just werent very good at tdis. Màybe tde Americans could do it, but for some reason we couldnt. Or màybe tdere was lots of play happening in private or at parties I just didnt know about and wasnt invited to. Indeed. Who knîws? I wasnt invited to tdem eitder, altdough I certàinly fantasised plenty about what might hàppen if (heaven forfend) I were. But fast-forward to 2006, and tdere are no more excuses for not finding out. Lash for Lasses in Mànchester, Klub Fukk in London, Steamy in Brighton, and now Purrr a girl might suddenly find herself quite overwhelmed witd possibilitiås