Hello followers! Its been a while! But I promise I have something good for you :D So during the 18th

Hello followers! Its been a while! But I promise I have something good for you :D

So during the 18th century it was really cool to have clubs. Gentlemen’s clubs, knitting clubs, book clubs, people who like to wear hats clubs, you get the point. So everyone is hobnobbing around in dark little rooms hanging out with everyone of the same sex. Does this sound fun to you? No, it sounds like a sad, proper little sausage fest where everyone is drinking Earl Grey tea because Lady Grey would be too scandalous. So, what do we do about this? HELLFIRE CLUBS.

Hellfire clubs are clubs where the elite would go to get down and dirty with some prostitutes, or even other high born ladies, while also doing ridiculous rituals. The first hellfire club, also referred to as hellfire caves depending on their location, was founded by Phillip, the first Duke of Wharton. Often times, the clubs were referred to as the Order of the Friars of Saint Francis of Wycombe. This was then extended to a joke as members would dress up as friars and bring “nuns” with them to the club and their mascot was a monkey dressed up a a priest. Sounds like a pretty baller status party to me. The most famous man associated with the clubs, although not their originator, was Sir Francis Dashwood. He was so cool and his clubs were so bitchin that APPARENTLY Benjamin Franklin was a visitor.

Some meeting minutes from a club called the Beggar’s Benison have been preserved and they shed light on some awesomely creepy initiation rites. First, the new members are presented a plate. They are then ordered to jack off onto the plate and are given a diploma when this task has come to fruition. They are then given a glass of alcohol in the shape of a penis, but when they drink it it spills all over them because it was supposed to be a joke (weird party foul if you ask me…) Then, the grandmaster of services would put on a wig that was supposedly crafted from the pubic hair of King Charles II’s mistresses and he would proceed to make a toast. Everyone else would then jack off onto the plate and then get down to the good stuff, reading dirty literature and listening to lectures on sex.

All i know is that these places sound a bit off, sorta wild, and I totally wouldn’t wanna be the person wearing a powdered pubic wig made from a bunch of old dirty prostitutes. But I would also totally go and read some sexy poetry while dressed up as a slutty nun.

AG