A party without a whiff of danger is not a party. The OTK (Over the Knee) Discipline! event at Starr Space seemed risky. The dress code was “casual fisting.” The invitation was a paddle engraved with “I think beautiful boys should suffer.” Since I’m a girl, boy parties make me feel excluded, but I decided to go anyway.

Our host Gio Black Peter, an artist, rapper and performer, has a reputation. “He’s a wild child, like he’s been raised by wolves,” one friend told me. I could see he loved his own body, so I immediately went crazy taking pictures. He was wearing a pair of blue-and-white-striped boxer shorts and army boots. Snapping away madly, I lay down on the floor to get a better view, and I pressed my spiked heel into his hard, rippled chest and his crotch. Before I knew it, he’d tossed off his undies and straddled me. Everyone on the dance floor stopped to watch.

I followed him and the equally buff Brian Kenny to the co-ed bathroom where they did handstands. Instead of being all guys, there were hot women lounging around, most of them topless. Maybe it was thanks to the discipline, but instead of the usual hipster attitude, everyone was warm, friendly and having fun.

The sun was rising in front of Starr Space, triangles and couples were forming; but, tonight, I wasn’t part of any equation. The evening seemed to inspire one gay friend of mine who ventured into South Brooklyn after the event: “I went to a dirty punk bad-boy party, but I wound up having sex with a girl. In Park Slope,” he told me the next morning.

I was nonplussed by the pussy, but going from Bushwick to Park Slope? Now that took discipline.