Which brings us to Friday night and me staring at my closet. What exactly does one wear to an amateur porn film festival? After tossing aside the mini skirt and 6" heels, I ended up opting for night-on-the-town look with just a touch of leather in a choker and cuff. It's hard to find that sweet spot of "I'm edgy enough to be perfectly comfortable watching porn with a room full of strangers, but not so edgy I do this every night."
On the way there hubby and I hypothesized on what kind of people, besides apparently us, go to an amateur porn film festival. Would it be mostly college age kids? Perhaps sad looking men in their sixties? Artistic types who see sex as the ultimate art form?
The first floor of the building is a Belgium beer hall, so we went up the stairs, through a set of double doors, and down a well lit hallway. At the end of which was a small group of people dressed in a lot of black. The females had perfectly winged eyeliner. (I find his intimidating as I'm pretty sure it's a skill you only obtain after deals with Satan.)
It wasn't the gallery though, and we were directed around the corner into a hallway not as brightly lit, with blank walls and threadbare carpet. At the end was a narrow staircase leading up to a dimly lit landing. Well, I couldn't say I hadn't been prepared. My ever supportive husband just grinned and motioned me up the stairs.
As it turns out there's a very cute art gallery space up those stairs. Currently showcasing tastefully erotic art. Everyone milling around the room looked just like everyone milling about on the street below. Not a single creepy or judgmental person in the bunch.
In the end the films were creative and funny. The audience appreciative and relaxed. I'm really looking forward to my next porn festival.
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