NEW OPENING TIMES!
Starting with our party on October 3rd 2012 Sweet Wednesday will open at 1.00pm
Our changing room will open at 12.00 so that girls can change before the club opens at 1.00.
Bar food is served from 12.00 until 3.00 pm. Why not come along, change, and have lunch - before starting the serious fun?!
NEW TRANSGENDER SEXUAL HEALTH CLINIC OPENS
It's always sensible to have regular sexual health checkups. Well, we recently learnt about cliniQ - a wonderful new resource for the transgender scene. cliniQ is a free and confidential sexual health service that also offers access to hormone level testing, drug and alcohol support, counselling, advocacy and much more. Particularly fab for any of us girls who might feel awkward and inhibited about walking into a predominantly hetrosexual sexual health clinic.
cliniQ is a holistic sexual health and well-being service for all trans* people, partners and friends.
cliniQ opened its doors for the first time on Wednesday 15th February and will be open every Wednesday from 5pm to 7pm on a walk-in and appointment basis.
56 Dean Street, Soho, London, W1D 6AQ
020 3315 9552
Happy New Year! We've just had our first party of 2012 (the final year of this world, if everything ends when the Maya calendar does on 21st December 2012, as people are predicting) and it was big and lots of fun - even though Bob, me, Lulu and Lawrence were all ill. Hopefully we'll be better by our next party on the 18th.
Here's a photo taken last December (by Matt Spike) of Britney, Paulina, Fliss and me just before the club opened it's doors:
DID YOU MISS THE CHRISTMAS PARTY!?
This year our Christmas party was on Wednesday December 21st. As usual there was a buffet (prepared by Issac), little presents, a glass of fizzy wine (until it ran out) and the traditional visitation from Madam Santa. Can you think of a better way to indulge yourself before starting on the long Christmas holiday? I couldn't manage to come tied up in a bow, like in the picture (I kept coming unwrapped!) so had to wear a red slip with the bow tied round my middle instead, which worked out alright. We all had a lovely time.
The first party in October was our birthday and we celebrated with a big, delicious cake made by Issac, the chef at Central Station. Girls clamoured for a sponge testicle or a bit of the penis - perhaps hoping it would bestow some kind of mystic, sexual power upon them - but whichever body part they got, everyone certainly enjoyed it.
WE LOVE LE BEVERLEY!
We recently heard about the Beverley cinema, in Paris. It's a classic old porn cinema, clean and renovated, with practical, vinyl cinema seats and a big screen on which they project real films. It comes highly recommended - the staff - and the clientele - are all apparently extremely friendly. The Beverley encourages naughtiness, though for trans-girls planning a visit we hear that there is nowhere to change - you need to arrive dressed. Though perhaps, if you speak good French, you might be able to negotiate the use of a little room, or something. Have fun!
CHANGING ROOM UPDATE! November 2010
Our changing room now opens at 2.00pm. This means that t-girls can get changed before the club opens its doors downstairs at 3.00pm.
Lunch is served in the public bar from 12 - 3pm. Why not come and eat before we open? It'll help you keep your strength up for later...
We thought you might be interested to read this article about our scene (which includes a review of Sweet Wednesday) from the summer edition of
SKIN TWO X-TRA:
BOYS WILL BE GIRLS... ON SWEET WEDNESDAY
A dominatrix told me that her clients,
those men seeking an hour or so of
sweet relief, away from the daily round
of work-and-the-boss, home-and-the family,
rarely want what her straight
friends imagine. They don’t often want
to be beaten – her whipping bench,
canes and crops don’t see very much
use. These men need to slip into their
fantasy world for a fix, before they
disappear down to the District Line
and head home to the semi-detached
and what passes for reality. You might
think that their fantasies are many
and various, but in fact there are a
few hardy perennials and, of these,
transvestism is the Englishman’s sexual
fantasy of choice.
It’s not really domination – all the
professional has to do is make a fuss
of turning David into Davina or John
into Joanna, helping with the makeup,
selecting the prettiest wig and
providing the size ten stilettos and pink
frocks to fit his burly frame. Some girly
chat and an hour’s booking flies by.
These clients are no trouble and there’s
no need for the dom to spend her time
sweating in rubber, tottering in heels, or
shoving anything up the smellier parts
of the clients’ hairy bodies. (It’s not
all glamour, you know.) So, pro doms
quite like their tranny customers. The
guys get their hour in another world,
they get the sympathetic company of
another woman and they get to borrow
all the gear – so no need to hide a box
of outsize dresses and dodgy wigs in
the attic at home.
But what if the trannies want to go
a step further – what if they want sex
as well? Of course, just for the hour
when David is Davina, he’s going to
want to be shagged by a man – and not
by a gay man. Our trannies identify as
straight and the gay scene is foreign to
them. When they are en femme, they are
girls and they want to be shagged by
Never fear, the resourceful
dominatrix has a service for that. It’s
called ‘forced bi’ and it’s called that
for a reason. The client may not quite
feel able to walk in off the street and
ask the dom to arrange for a man to
fuck him, just like that. But, if he is
‘ordered’ by a strict Mistress to kneel
down and take it, well he has no choice.
He’s just a compliant girly girl, after
all. Nothing he can do about it when
the big strong man has his way. Being
‘taken’ side-steps the guilt and adds to
the thrill. The dom just has to arrange
for a handsome (and preferably shortsighted)
builder who’s between jobs to
pop round and earn a quick fifty quid
in cash. It’s a win-win for everyone.
But what if you don’t care to pay
for sex? Many of us prefer to enjoy our
sexuality with partners who have sex
with us not for money, but because
they want to, because they like us, even
because they fancy us. A bit unrealistic
in this scenario, you think? But no...
A lot of ‘straight’ men – really a
lot – absolutely love a girl with a cock.
Ever been on holiday to Thailand? The
ladyboys look so cute in their miniskirts
and heels. The English lads are a bit
awkward in the bars at first but, after
a couple of beers, it’s a case of in vino
very much veritas... Have you not seen
porno sites on the web? The shemale
categories get an awful lot of hits.
Those hits don’t come from gays or
from women – they come from straight
men. And, of course, if you’re a tranny,
well you’re a girl with a cock. If you
want sex with a straight guy – and one
who really wants to have sex with you
– you don’t have to pay. Just get down
to Sweet Wednesday.
Nature abhors a vacuum and so
does clubland. If trannies want to meet
straight men who lust after them and
straight men want to meet trannies after
whom they’re going to lust, it’s going
to happen. And Sweet Wednesday is
where it happens. On the first and third
Wednesday of every month, from 3:00
pm to 9:30 pm, a short walk from Kings
Cross station, t-girls and their admirers
get together. I went along to check out
The venue is civilised; there’s a
roof terrace, a decent restaurant and
you can even get bed-and-breakfast if
you’re coming from out of town. You
may arrive at 2:30 pm to change and do
your make-up if you like and there’s
a resident make-up artist to help you.
Don’t be nervous if you are a first-timer
– you’ll find everyone very friendly.
Downstairs is where it all gets sleazy.
Naturally, I headed down there right
away. Combining a delightfully rude
atmosphere with good humour and
inclusiveness is vital for any alternative
sex club and Sweet Wednesday really
hits the spot. Some of the t-girls look
gorgeous, but you won’t feel awkward
if you look more like Les Dawson than
Kate Moss. Some of the ‘admirers’ (as
the straight guys are called) are decent
looking, but everyone is welcome, so
long as you obey the golden rule of the
sexual underworld; ‘No’ means ‘No’!
In other words, if the object of your lust
isn’t interested in you, accept it with
good humour. Don’t be a pain.
You don’t absolutely have to be
either a t-girl or an admirer – there’s no
need to fit into any box. I saw a (real)
woman and her husband having a great
time together with two t-girls. It was
too dark to see exactly who was doing
what with which to whom, but I think
they were using plenty of lube. There
are several curtained-off dark areas
with glory holes between them. There’s
a sling, well... you get the picture. If this
all sounds pretty much like your idea
of the perfect Wednesday afternoon or
evening, then we’re on the same page.
If it all sounds a bit too much for you,
don’t be put off – it’s absolutely fine
to just have a drink and drink in the
In fact, that’s how I caught up with
Sweet Wednesday’s hostess, Nancy,
relaxing in the restaurant area
with her guy, Bob, over a nice pot
of tea. Nancy explained that the club
was set up by and for t-girls and their
admirers and they were surprised at
how popular it had become. Whether
you’re a t-girl, or you’d like to be, or an
admirer, or maybe just interested in this
scene, Sweet Wednesday might open a
few doors for you...
By Jennifer Upton
SEXY SNOW? January 6th
Our party yesterday (January 6th) went ahead despite doom-laden forecasts of snow, ice, transport disruptions and frozen libidos. As Simon, Bob and I looked out from our cosy doorway at the heavy snow coming down on Wharfdale Road, we wondered how many brave - and horny! - people would make their way to our warm haven. And how many would have to stay safely at home. As it turn out, we had slightly more than half the usual number of guys and t-girls which (as any of our regulars will tell you) was quite enough people for everyone to have a very good time. The heating was on high, the lights were low and there was a lovely, friendly, us-against-the-elements atmosphere down in the club. We also had a new helper, Chloe, to welcome and help thaw out the frozen guys and girls who made it through the snow.
Chloe, Lulu and me.
Hopefully the weather will be kinder later in the month and all of you who had to miss this party will be able to come along on the 20th for your fix of fun!
IGOR RETURNS HOME
The biggest, saddest change last year at Sweet Wednesday was when Igor left to go home to Brazil. Igor has been a part of Sweet Wednesday from the very beginning and has been a fabulous, hard-working, sexy, fun friend and work colleague. We all miss his smiles, playfulness and cuddles - come back soon, Igor! We're also very jealous that he's on the beach in shorts in the sun surrounded by pretty boys and girls while we're all shivering in the cold. And Igor - I'm still waiting for all the best-quality Brazilian boob job information you promised to send me!
Before Igor left, Bob and I went out for a farewell supper with Igor, Lulu and Simon. We had a lovely time. Here's a photo...
And another, of Simon and Igor...
Our Christmas Party, the week after, was fabulous fun and the biggest party we have ever had! Madam Santa made an appearance in her traditional red outfit carrying her sack of little gifts...
Each gift contained a sweet and a Christmas card - and each card could be exchanged for a kiss, a cuddle or a fondle in Madam Santa's Grotto. There was fizzy wine, mince pies and a delicious buffet upstairs shortly before we closed (thank you, Danny & Martin from Central Station). And, of course, the playrooms were busy to the point where people had to slip away to the upstairs bar for a break and a breather before returning to enjoy themselves a bit more. I had to leave after we closed at 9.30 but I heard that many people stayed on in the upstairs bar and partied until 1.00am!
How we started
Bob and I love going to naughty clubs. We love the atmosphere, the décor, the people... and, of course, the fun! So we started fantasizing about the fun of opening our own club. We wanted to create exactly the kind of place we'd love to go to ourselves - friendly, sexy, sleazy and downright debauched - but with early hours, because many of us can't easily get out to the late late clubs. We started organizing small Wednesday parties in a basement playroom in South London and soon found that we needed more space.
Our first party at 76 Caledonian Road attracted over forty t-girls and guys and we've been partying ever since. Ironically, after the first few parties Sweet Wednesday got too busy for Bob and me to join in, so nowadays we get our fun from meeting you all and making sure you have a fabulous time! (And don't worry about us... We still manage to have fun at other times!)
Nearly two years on Sweet Wednesday just seems to keep on growing! It's very rare for us to have fewer than a hundred people at a party, and every party introduces us to new faces, some from as far away as Newcastle, Manchester and Edinburgh, not to mention France and Australia. We think this is due not only to the, um, uninhibited nature of the parties (that certainly helps!) but also to the loving attention of our wonderful staff: Igor, Lulu and Simon. Luckily we will have the same staff with us at our new venue, so we hope that the atmosphere and Sweet Wednesday-ness will transfer with us.
When C____ came to one of our recent parties she didn't realize she'd been followed from Kings Cross Station by an admirer who'd watched her get off a train - and loved what he saw. The admirer rang the Sweet Wednesday doorbell a few moments after C____ and was greeted by Bob, who soon realized that this guy had never heard of Sweet Wednesday. In fact, he'd never had anything to do with trannies before! But by the time he left a few hours later he was a happy man - and C____ had a date for the weekend!
Thanks to everyone who supports London's friendliest, naughtiest place to come for t-girls and their admirers. See you again soon!