The world hasn’t changed as much as some people would like to believe. There’s always been war, there’s always been disease – and there’s always been taboos that people wanted to break. Club Taboo, or Taboo as the regulars call it, was ‘founded,’ for lack of a better word, on January 1, 1800. It was built in a tiny brothel in Paris, France, where it was visited by some of the more… experimental Frenchmen of the time, most notably the Marquis de Sade. The clientele has always been known for its willingness to break the rules, to crush the taboos of society.
A second club was opened in London’s Soho District in 1873 when John Roberts, a visiting Englishman, returned with news of the great place. London’s Club Taboo was a little different from Paris’. Where Paris was light and airy (it still is, I’ve been there), London’s was built beneath a burned out old building. The building above has been revamped twice since then – once in 1890 and then again after World War II, when the place was bombed by the Germans. It’s still a dark place (I’ve been there, too). But neither of them is quite like New York’s incarnation of Taboo.
Taboo New York was put together in 1968. It was a drug parlor for the most part, but quickly gained a reputation as being willing to accept any kind of perversion. And I mean anything. Taboo in New York is like a club, built on two levels; on the first level is dancing and other less illegal things – sex shows, drug sales, whatever. On the lower level, that only the regulars know how to reach, is the real excitement: torture, gang bang, rape, bestiality, whatever.
I found this web site and figured I’d try to put together some of the stories I’d either been a part of or heard about. I’m a college student, so I know how to do my research. I hope you enjoy the stories. I’m writing them, but most of them I’ve just been told. I’m just the messenger. If they disgust you, I’m sorry. If they turn you on, I’m glad.
I can’t tell you where Taboo is.