Dawsey Easton (36:01)
All right. Oh, it's good to be here. I came here tonight, I guess, to tell you a little bit about my proudest possession. It's here on my vest. It is my catacombs patch. Almost no one in this room will know what this means, but I'm going to tell you all about it. I came out here in the Great Migration of 1967 looking for spiritual and sexual freedom. And it was really kind of thrashing around then. It was sort of before feminism really, and before gay liberation. And it was kind of hard to find your way around. It was like we didn't know what freedom was going to look like. And then I discovered that there was these communities of gay men who were doing, creating sexual environments that were unbelievable where you could explore anything safely with tremendous enthusiasm. I wound up living with gay men for 15 years collectively, and it was the education of my life. Because, you see, in the world I was living in back then, straight people knew who they thought I should be as a woman, and I wasn't that. Dykes thought they knew who I should be a woman. And I wasn't that either. I was way too sexy for that. Well, there are sexy dykes now. There are sexy dykes now. Back then it was considered kind of weird to be sexy, but the gay men, they didn't care. You were just there. There was this club in San Francisco called the Catacombs. It was on a nice quiet little street, 20th street, I think it was, between Valencia and Guerrero, in a nice little stick Victorian, a little broad iron fence outside and stairs led down to the basement door that had a sign on it that said, if you didn't call, don't ring the bell. I felt like saying, you know, Joe sent me or something went down. There was my girlfriend, Cynthia Slater, who was the founder of the Society of Janus, which some of you may be familiar with. It was the oldest One of the oldest and certainly surviving support organizations that give support to people into SM and Kinkin like that. You can find them online if you're curious about it. So we went into this place and I had never been in a club like this before. And we were possibly the first women who had ever come into these parties. We came in the door and the front room had cubbies to put your clothes in. And there were all these beautiful men flirting and talking and chatting. It was kind of the social room, the front room. And they kept the heat real high. I found out later they did that on purpose so you'd take your clothes off right away. And we got a little tour. There was a middle room that had a huge waterbed on it. Why anybody would want to fuck on a waterbed, I don't understand. It just doesn't push back, you know, you push and you just keep going. And that room was kind of interesting to me. There were all these chains in the ceiling and overhead stuff which came in really handy because the rug was absolutely, absolutely soaked in Crisco. Now you have to understand this was the fisting era and Crisco was the lube of choice. We didn't even have water based lube back then. And everything was covered with Crisco. I have a towel, a trick towel. A trick towel is a little towel you keep around in case you need to clean up any spooge, right? It's always, you know, civilized people keep them in their night tables and. And I had. I have a trick towel from back in that era, in the 70s, mind you. Right back in that era. And I have washed it a thousand times and it still smells like Crisco. So then we went into the back room. The back room had a beautiful hardwood floor and two walls covered in slings where people could get into a sling. It's sort of like a hammock for sex. It just covers you down to here. And then the rest of your works hang out where people can get at them. And they were a bathroom. It was very nice. Everything was very clean there. And there was the bathroom had a shower and a tub that you could piss in, which was nice. And a wall cover with trick towels and a place to put your douche hoses. Everybody see if you're going to do anal sex in public, then you want to be really clean. So the whole place was really clean. And everybody's asshole was really clean too. We were big into clean and lots of Crisco because Crisco is what you need for Olympic Penetration, which is what the fisting era was like. So we got into this place, and Cynthia and I first got down. Oh, they had something else. If you ever are going to open a sex club, and I hope you all are, here is a helpful hint for you. They had a stack of crib mattresses. A crib mattress about yay long, right about yay wide. It's perfect to fuck on, and you can get sheets for it. You don't even have to have teddy bears on the sheets if you don't think it's funny. But they're really handy because you just pick one up. They're very light. They're very easy to move. You throw it down the floor somewhere where you think you won't get stepped on, and then you can play, right? You've got a place to do it. And Cynthia and I had already planned that we were going to do some fairly showy stuff because we figured that they weren't used to having girls there. And so she needed to prove to them that girls could do it. So we're playing away and become aware of this kind of attention of people. Like, those two are kind of hot, but they're short. Are they? Oh, my God, is that a tit? What do they have voice? The works. Gay men have an amazing sexual curiosity. I find it totally endearing. And so we did our thing and we showed them. We earned our place there. I was very proud. We came back into the social room and somebody. He said, gee, I never thought I would meet women who like to play the way we do. And I took that as a great honor, really. I mean, I felt so good about that. And then this lovely, tall, thin gay man with a crew cut named Pete. He was, like, so talent and looked kind of like maybe Dan Savage, if you kind of stretched him. And he came up and he said he'd never played with a woman before and he'd liked watching us play and perhaps, you know, maybe I might be interested in playing with him. And we talked a little bit, and then I said, sure, I would like to do that. And then he said, well, I've never played with a woman anymore before, and I don't really know what the anatomy is like. Could you please show me this famous clit? So I perched on the bar stool and spread my legs and did a little anatomy lesson. The next thing I knew is a half circle of gay men peering. What's that? Is that the cunt? Oh, is that. Is that the clit? Oh, look, it's got a tiny foreskin. You Know, maybe you had to be there. It was wonderful. It was just wonderful. So then Pete and I went in the back room and we played. Oh, yeah. And I gave them really good instructions on what you did to a clit, especially if it happened to be my clit, because. Because I figured they might want that information in the future, I hoped. And we went back and we played. And indeed, Pete had been attentive, and he'd learned his lessons. He knew what to do with my clit, which was just great. And we got very, very turned on. And I was sucking on his dick, and he had nice. His dick was kind of like him. It was nice. It was long and lean, you know, And I thought, well, this is where. This is the curious thing, because, you see, the first time I ever fisted a man, it was by accident. I was sucking on his dick and I thought, well, he's a gay man. I should do something with this asshole, right? So the one finger, two fingers, no resistance. Three fingers, four fingers, thumb. My God, this is easy. I was sucking away. I didn't actually say anything. The fist just slides right in, you know. And I knew you're supposed to curl your finger, so I did that. I'd been told about that one. And I said, pete, I never did this before. What do I do now? And he said, oh, well, up a little bit. Up a little bit like that. Okay, Bend your wrist. That's right. That's good, that's good. Can you get in a little further? A little further. A little further. Yeah, right. Oh, yeah, there, there, there. Yeah, that's right. Fuck it. Fuck it, fuck it. Yes. Oh, yes. Fuck it harder.
