The MDT was in an apartment that included a bar on the ground level, which acted as a cover for the party upstairs and in the basement. Upstairs was another bar, a lounge, a stage, karaoke, and a pole for the occasional show. Nothing was ever planned, and the stage belonged to anyone who wanted to perform. When the stage was not in use, people would mingle and chat. The basement was a different story. It was a place for live, hot, kinky sex in full effect. Bodies, heat and pleasure. Once you were in, you were welcome to join. In the midst of it all, what I discovered was a kind of tribe that had its own codes and values. Warmth, support, freedom, and self-expression were the founding principles. Fun, joy and pleasure were the ruling ones. I could see that the MDT was in essence a shelter for an extended family that gathered every night. I immediately felt how open everyone was, and how easy it was to navigate through conversations, dances, and confidences. I had finally found a place to photograph and document. I didn’t know then that I would come back every other week for the next twelve months. It was a long time before I took my first photo— Christine wouldn’t let me, or anyone else take photographs, though most people there were very open to it. I understand now why she was so protective. The MDT was a place where people could finally free themselves and be who they wanted to be. It was quite powerful to see.