I remember being at my Couchsurfing host Laura in Milan in preparation for my arrival to Berlin, a little shy of two years ago. She happened to be living between the two cities and kept yapping on about how free-spirited Berlin was. Specifically, she mentioned several times how wonderful it was that people were just naked in clubs, having sex in public as casually as you’d sip on a Coors Light back where I’m from.
I remember thinking she was either completely off her rocker, or something decidedly weird or wrong was going down in Berlin.
I remember thinking that. That was cute.
Fast-forward nearly two years, and find me half-naked in a nightclub in Berlin.
Berlin, Berlin, Berlin.
Where to start. Maybe with the fact that I am excessively prude, despite what the people in my social circle here would say of me right now. I really am! But there is this very healthy approach to nudity in Germany that’s been captivating me since day one. And Berlin has loosened me up, in all the best possible ways. I fucking love Berlin.
It all started as a bit of a joke when I was trying to convince myself that going to a spa completely naked with a group of friends was no biggie. In Germany, it’s considered unhygienic to use the spa facilities with a swimsuit on, so everyone’s in the buff. So I guess it’s the spa culture that pulled me into this investigation of public nudity, and along came the FKK movement (Freikörperkultur, or free body culture). I can’t quite pinpoint when I decided I wanted to know more and free my own body. But I did and, as it’d been the case with several aspects of my life since becoming single, I also wanted to test my own boundaries.
Was I naive before or has Berlin turned me into a pervert? There’s a bit of truth in both, I suppose.
It the grander scheme of things though, my night at Kitkat was pretty tame. I went with a girlfriend, danced the night away, and got home by 7am, which is pretty early for a night out in Berlin. What’s been more interesting was to observe the changes that have operated in me between being shell-shocked such a thing would happen when I was back in Milan, and seeing it as a harmless night out two years later. Sure, there were people fucking around me, but to me at that moment in time it was just beautiful. Oh man, Kitkat was beautiful. And I was beautiful. And everyone was beautiful.
Planning to visit a sex club in Berlin?
What to wear?
In my book, the less you wear the better! I visited Kitkat wearing these latex hotpants and a see-through H&M bralette and felt overdress. So I got this little number for next time! In Berlin you can also visit Maskworld, Très Bonjour, and Swartzer Reiter for costumes and fetish wear.
What’s going to happen once you’re in there?
Nothing you don’t want to happen! Kitkat has got to be the most consensual place I have ever visited. But before all that, if you’re anything like me, I was curious about the logistics of getting “undressed” once you arrive there. After being asked by the doorman if we were wearing anything a bit sexier under our woolly jumpers and both of us simultaneously flashing him, we followed everyone and disrobed at the door, leaving everything at the free cloakroom. Kitkat is super chill! The people are beautiful, there are loads of chilling, dancing, and cuddling areas, and some darker areas where naughtier stuff is happening, but really, it’s for you to decide what you do with your evening. With such a place comes a set of rules and I felt respected and comfortable to a point I never did in any other random bar.
There’s nothing more you should specifically know about KitKat. I think it’s something that should be experienced if that’s what you’re into, not because that’s “the thing to do.” If you love to feel free and liberated, if you’re comfortable with nudity and with people fucking around you, if you’re kinky as I am, if the idea of getting high and feeling like you’re in a Stanley Kubrick movie rocks your world as it did for me, then by all means go and visit a sex club when you come to Berlin.