My sexual awakening happened inside The Armory
<p>It’s 2 pm on a January afternoon, and I’m lying on the floor of a room being hogtied by one of my closest friends.</p>
<p>This is The Armory, a big brick dungeon that was once filled with sex-laden adventures, workshops, and porn films. It’s 2013, and I’m learning rope bondage with about two dozen others; most of us are strangers. While my friend tightens knots on my ankles, I watch a woman in her 50s pair off with a guy who doesn’t look a day over 19, and I kind of dig their <em>Harold and Maude</em> vibe. Here in the Mission, bathed in the afternoon day, surrounded by a history of tawdry hookups and fetish explorations, I submit to the moment. My sexual awakening happened in this room.</p>
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