It's worth attending a local fetish performance just to find the man-in-chaps (you'll know him by his ass cheeks) presiding over a massage table decked out with various tools of BDS&M pleasure. For the inexperienced, this can be a daunting introduction to the world of fetish. Coming face-to-ass with the derriere of a slenderized-Meat Loaf-looking guy who, by the way, happens to be called Gunrunner, can be intimidating. But ask almost any fetish scenester or halfway-kinky goth about the guy and his popular Sensation Station, and you'll hear nothing but praise. Unfazed by the politics and melodrama of the local fetish scene, Gunrunner remains a pleasant, straight-talking fellow with the skill and disposition to make any first-time flogging an intoxicating moment of stinging beauty. "To me, it's just about letting people know there's more out there," he says. "[Fetish] is not all scary hoods and masks and whatever. It's about enjoying yourself and learning there are other ways to reach levels of pleasure."
