Holy Week brings throngs of tourists to Key West, including families, perhaps thinking of good clean family fun on the beach and on the waters. Maybe even participating in an Easter egg hunt. But I wonder whether some parents are aware that this is an island largely devoted to adult pleasures–and pains.
Yesterday I was walking down Applerouth Lane and passed a nice looking family of four–mother, father, teenage girl, younger boy–all red-faced, the kids wearing odd smirks. Then I realized they were not sunburned. Rather they had just wandered past Leather Master, with its window displays of leather corsets, jockstraps, whips, chains and S&M equipment. I also noticed in the window a poster advertising anal bleaching cream, with a photo of a jockstrapped male tush. Nothing in the window to suggest that the Easter Bunny was on his way.