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The girl with bright blue hair FEW evenings ago, as A I waited for a taxi I found myself standing next to a pretty girl with bright blue hair. (I suppose it was a wig.) Her eyelids had' been painted to match, and there was' even a blue tint to her eyebrows. And I thought—believe it or not- how attractive she looked, and in a] odd way even rather domestic, as though she might at any moment delve into her bag and bring out her knitting. On the following day, I saw a pretty girl with bright grey hair. She was hardly out of her teens. It wasn't a wig; it was her own hair, quite ob­ right viously dyed and silvered. And she didn*t look in the least attractive, nor, most certainly, domes­ tic ! She looked dreadful. Like a silly perverse child who had strayed into a world where she did not belong. •n-...:: Ladies^ beware! •^"^ ^HY was the blue right and the grey wrong? I think one can answer that without '*«»."? tying oneself up in psychological knots. The blue was right because it was a ^ fantasy, a fairy story . like dressing up. The grey was wrong because.it was too close to life; it was a grim X, reminder of what was to come. Moral for les Girls? Go on dressing up. But be careful! ;^r • wrong MORE PAGES FROM BEVERLEY'S DAY-TO-DAY DIARY NEXT WEEK ,j?.'26 Teaching nSiJiiV^=^"9^'^^ Overseas IISI^^^' /LiOye BWaflf^:r' ^x;: *'k fawafda ''^^'^ ,28 The Subtlety ^""^"^ of Rabbits Karls 20 identities seem to be falling Welcome °"^ everywhere! Part four of ^ fi0«5»l^0dem Comics Age Wdmen"': our controversial comic story to Weenie ^f^J^=', ;Comlcs1r)ttiie'90'sareCreddy-Tim , ^StudontS ' R|-2^'Mansfieldwlih^erylhrngyc^ever^^ World Role aojiellyfish F;:^.' -wanted to know about peopJeln^v ^ /' t^'S/i^JSi*.^ J^l playing Games thirty degrees retrograde tights but were afraid to are aeddy too 33 Styte/eH 90210 14 This IS The Shorpi^f i^ ?f |/'V' ^ T' 34 W' is it a Melbourne's, black;dacl'three-plece;" Croc-k? Scott Cooper putting It bluntly puts his case ' ,C^ ^ ^ 35 fjoviews A ^ > ft.* 44 Tne Nake<f Union *\ ^of. ^^?f^^i ^w/^ s-s* ;'s^<j >'A?, ^u0 jf rciilipl is'lte ;opiiJiri^o||iap8S^^ then-spcirtis the >^sx~J|cc4.||i '*4^ •• ^!\x4iJ^^ «-^-^ />;£^,v The wlnwri of Semper*'! iWrt competition were Marcy Nobie, Tom BIfkhotz, Benedict Power, Sarah flahertty and Nick! Turrier. Well done ycu degenerate hippies. .land Student Unionv ;;37|::4JS5;EftM}U;;;: ifv thl%fnafi^2aie>r<>; ;i;»t ^itg^::thi|liifoj^^: (iayvl'^^ ; Seaf:Vi^;ln^£i^^^^^^^^^^ iilactualij^: Want tte job'^iAJter^l;ppork:yOTt^ <MAi the beiuii vrfttt^^ nSaturday thei 8th of September ffie HefffiVe OQQ*] opened its doors in Brisbane for one night only ot the Site. Already well established in Sydney and r^Melbourn e as a nightclub, Brisbane was to have its first brush with Hellfire in the lorm of an S&M (Sado-Masochism) Rave, with dance DJ.'s specially imported from Sydney for the event. The HELLFIRE FOR THE he Hellfire Club Is fhe brainchild of S&M Tenthusiast Richard Masters, who, after visit­ ing mainstream S&M clubs In New York and Amsterdam, decided It was time to push Australia's own underground S&M scene into ttie mainstream. The establishment of Hellfire In Sydney and Melbourne about a year ago has certainly succeeded In pushing the scene Into ttie public eye, generating exten­ sive media debate and the odd picl<et (such as at the Melbourne club's *Nurembourg" night). Brisbane's first taste of ttie Hellfire dub marks Masters' first attempt to do the same here, and moke S&M socially acceptable around the whole nation. Now, far be It from me to enter Into ttie mine­ field of sexual politics by attempting to argue for or against the validity of S&M as a private sexual practice and whether or not it Is a heo///iy'(psychologically) move to drag It Into the public eye, There Is already considerable debate concerning this subject (no doubt this public debate Is Masters' Intention) and, quite frankly even though it is all very Interest­ ing, I really couldn't be bothered going Into It. Why? Because you want to know what Hellfire was actually like, don't you? Weil. I'll tell you.... |jppi^if5i5«iITfTW*^^^ YOU DIRECT ME TO THE In an effort to be fashionably late I arrived at Ithe Site around 11 o'clock, figuring that the Rave would be In full swing by ttiis time. As I stepped out of the taxi I was glad to see a steady stream of people filing In through ttie front door while the sounds of the techno dance beat filtered out and onto the side­ walk, About twenty or so exhausted looking revellers were milling around on ttie sidewalk, no doubt catching some fresh air before returning Inside. As I pulled out my ticket and walked over to the front door I was pleasantly surprised not to see representatives of various local religious organisations picketing the Club and condemning It as a sin before God, taking It as a sign that the final days were upon us, and that everybody who went inside was condemned to burn In hell for all eternity. 'Gee, perhaps things really are changing.' I murmured to myself as I handed over my ticket and stepped inside. {Actually Ihey had been there but must have given up and gone home to write more letters to Semper - ed) Rave was well publicised, with the promise of much whipping, spanking and bondage acts to be seen. Quite frankly, I was intrigued by the whole concept, and like the rest of Brisbane was curious to see what an S&M Rave was really like. So, in the interests (or perhaps under the pretences) of the investigative journalism I somewhat ten­ tatively went to the Site, and to my amazement discovered that -* The first thing I could not help noticing v/as much to the crowd's approval. By using an that Hellfire had attracted a phenomenal assortment of "punishment' tools, including a IS THAT IT? crowd, as I had never seen the Site so packed flail, cane and a v/ooden paddleboard, the red In my life. The dancefioor was absolutely feather v;oman swiftly turned the crowd into a crammed with people energetically dancing congregation of v/hooping, whistling, cheering rue to red-feather's prophecy, there v/as to happy techno dance songs, songs which voyeurs. Tno end of volunteers to indulge in both blended seemlessly onto each other as the v/hipping and being v/hipped and the crowd beat of each new song neatly picked up the After a few more minutes of this. .?he relented of voyeurs never tired in watching. But as I beat of the last (far be It from me to say that and v/hispered something to the young man. v/atched yet another volunteer step out of this suggests anything about the creativity of He nodded his head, and she proceeded to the crov/d to be v/hipped (the majority by techno musicians...). The song that was play­ untie him as the crowd gare a cheer and the v/ay, of volunteers were male) i asked ing as I walked in sounded something like a around of applause. As the young man myself a question. How many times can one car alarm screaming at full blast, but nobody stepped back into the crowd, another was tak­ v/atch people being whipped before It really seemed to mind. Behind tiTe dancefioor ing his place on the wooden frame. A young becomes boring and predictable? How long was a large screen, which alternately was woman stepped from the crov^d and said before the novelty v/ears thin? Sure, I had screening scenes from Blue Velvet (the closet something to the red feathier v/omon, v/ho nod­ found the whippings that I had come looking bit), Hellraiser (the gruesome nasty bit with ded, handed her one of the whips, and after for. but they only left me bored and disinter­ hooks and chains), and a film with which I was giving her a few v/ords of advice stepped back ested. The opening of "The Attic" at half past unfamillor and basically consisted of three and let her begin beating the young man. I one for much advertised 'Private S&M play' women In tight leather spanking each other pushed my way out of the crowd and walked offered me hope, but only turned out to be ("No doubt one of Lynch's lesser knov/n films" over to the red feather v/oman. more of the same, Feeling something like a I thought). disenchanted Victorian dilettante v/ho v/as "Con 1 help you?' Red feather asked calmly. bored v/ith all that was offered to him, I emp­ In front of this screen, and set at a slightly Somehow 1 could hear her quite clearly, regard­ tied my final drink and decided to leave. hilgher level ttxin ttTe dancefioor, was a stage. less of the sounds of the car alarms blaring from People In tight block leather and otho'- appro­ the next room. Upon recolleclion. I do not regret refusing a priate bondage grab would occasionally whipping. But perhaps that is because I know climb up onto this stage and proceed to "I was v/ondering If all these people were volun­ that I'll soon have another chance.

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