Rubberstuffers at the Fencesitters Ball

david

Rubberstuffers are a great idea. Free lube and condoms in a handy pack distributed through bars and clubs all paid for by central government funding. Mind you, you've been able to get these free a long while now from varying counselling organisations, STD clinics and Family Planning Clinics but English reticence about visiting such places means that only a very small percentage of the population actually avail themselves of these opportunities.

Also you have to be prepared and have your sex life fairly well planned in advance to go trawling for condoms in advance. The beauty of Rubberstuffers is that they are distributed at point of contact - if you see what I mean.

I encountered my first outlet last Wednesday at the Fencesitters Ball - a bisexual event held at the Vauxhall Tavern. I was there as the guest of Richard, the bisexual accountant. Posters on the wall proudly announced If you want a night of passion, ask the barman. Actually, I was served by a woman who happily obliged me with a couple of packets.

The event itself was sparsely attended. Would that it had been attended by one less person as I bumped into someone I haven't seen since my Liverpool days and whom I would have been happy not to meet up with ever again. Still, Richard was very solicitous and, what with some good conversation with him, a bit of a snog and a bit of a bop, the evening passed very pleasingly.

I thought I'd been reasonably kool over the alcohol. On the way home, however, I arrived at Vauxhall Tube Station and was confused that the ticket machine did not seem to want to take my pass. Well, for general information, they just don't accept packets of Rubberstuffers .