Godskitchen: not as holy as once thought

So the peeps down at inthemix.com sent me their customary "we'll tell you whats cool and what to buy" email which I must admit, I do read from time to time. Perhaps I just find it exciting that they start off all the editorials with "Hello Svetlana..." thats genius and it hooks me in! But sometimes, like today I just have alot of work to procrastinate from.

I was excited to find on the front page of this inthemix business, a photo album from Godskitchen. "How lovely" I thought to myself, now I can relive all those rapidly disintegrating memories from ye olde last weekend! I had such a good time with the fortunecat and the randoms, the whole night seemed to go so quickly.

Then as I clicked onto this photo album I discovered a side of G.K. which I had chosen to forget. The trashy, slutty, tacky, sexually predatory side. Ah yes that old thing, that always gets in the way at these young people thingies.

When Fortunecat and I first entered into the main arena last Saturday night, I was blown away; the sound, the lighting and the masses of people. It was great, it was uplifting and I felt really happy to be there. However I could enjoy this euphoria for only a few minutes before my eyes were assaulted by the four bimbo "dancers" gyrating on the stage."OOAAHH! Not again!" I moaned. How clever an idea to have strippers dressed up as angels at Godskitchen! Wow, that's going to break new ground. The silver CFM boots were anything but angelic as I'm sure you can see for yourselves. But I'm not suggesting we have saints up there "shaking their booty" or anything but if I really wanted to see a girl thrusting at me I would have gone to a strip club.

I actually like the idea of dancers on stage at raves, they're fun and they get the crowd going. But I don't need plasticized sexuality shoved in my face. Earlier this year I went to see a band and ended up being accosted by a burlesque show. I don't care how cool burlesque becomes, to me it will always be just a stripper packaged differently. Like the Suicide Girls (strippers who dye their hair black and consider themselves better than the playboy bunnies), ha! What a joke. How many women are going to take their clothes off for me this year I wonder? And I'm not even Kevin Rudd.

And it isn't just the paid dancers who are doing it, anyone who's been out in the last 10 years will be familiar with girls stripping for the Inpress photographer and dancing on the bar like they're being paid $100 an hour to demean themselves. The ladies are doing it for themselves yo!
It's no surprise moronic guys treat women like strippers and porn stars in clubs when all girls are expected to present an aura of sexual promiscuity 24/7. That must get put a strain on the ol' gyrating muscle.

Being sexy isn't about just buying a cute new top or doing your eyes up anymore, to be noticed (by the inthemix photographers anyway) you need to get your tits out, spread your legs and suck down a chupa chup like its raspberry cock.It's only fair to say though that these pictures aren't a realistic representation of G.K. this is just what the promoters want you to see so that maybe if you're a serial date rapist or socially retarded young man, you might buy a ticket to this event in the hope that one of these girls might fuck just as easily as they say they do. And if you're a girl in desperate need of male validation then maybe you'd like to shed your individuality and "empower" yourself by joining these Playmate try-hards. Buy a ticket ok?

No seriously, this wasn't the majority of G.K. punters, there were plenty of gorgeous, normal girls and boys wearing enough clothing so that when they went to the toilet they needed to remove at least one item of clothing beforehand. They were dancing and being themselves and smiling at each other because they were actually happy not because they wanted to look as if they were. They weren't performing for anyone like possessed sex dolls. I'm so sick of those possessed sex dolls, aren't you?