If I had a penis, I'd probably blend in better with the crowd. Actually I don't know, maybe not,…read moreespecially if I still had all the other lady parts intact. I feel like listening to some King Missile now.
Alas, vagina carriers are not really to be found here and probably secretly not welcomed. Well, at least not in the lower level, since that's where it appears to be guys only. Honestly, with as many death stares that I received, you would've thought that I punched Joachim Gauck or jeered their futbol team. Neither of which I did, nor would I.
Now, despite the lower level having a very San Francisco Power Exchange-y feel to it, I actually really enjoyed exploring the dark corners of it all. With the exception that I felt I was the creepy one, which probably in retrospect, is not too far off. Like, "Who is this clothed smiley Asian girl right by me and why doesn't she have a penis?!" I know, right!?
So with that, my spidey senses tingled for my butt to take my bier upstairs. Which I did.
And that was a wise decision. Practice a little Deutsch, drink several Biere, and enjoy a few good laughs. It's a tried and true recipe for a good time.
If I ever get to move to Kreuzberg, I'd want to be a regular here, even without the right appendages attached. Because it's the perfect mix of dive bar meets (or more appropriately, meats) seedy sex club. I kinda love it.