Deviant Events: A Fun Time at a Cost

On the lived experiences of Deviant LA and being a sensitive SJW with problems that are his own.

Warning: this essay is a review of a Black-supported business from a paying customer as much as it is what people mockingly refer to as a thinkpiece. If you do not enjoy reviews of Black-supported businesses and believe “this could be an e-mail or a DM” or “damaging to another Black person” maybe inspect that where we spend our money is not as sacred as the people who show up?

There comes a time when you consider the words of people who want to do better and weigh them in the agony of what you have experienced those words to really be.

You can observe the intentionality and structure of what they provide, the care that they are so willing to offer, but come to realize that their perception of the events later to a reality that does not care about you in the slightest. Vicious, it might be, except that these feelings are coming from a stranger, but not all strangers hold no power to harm. As a Black, Queer existence, philosophy and acceptance most strangers you are forced to call kin. And the words of kin are designed to bleed.

Deviant Events are circuit parties. Not sex parties. Not in the way we think of a sex party. There is more than a few moment where the joy is in the possibilities of what can happen when…