Ever needed a safe-word at a your seder?

Reading the editor-in-chief, Rob Eshman's, letter in this week's Jewish Journal, I came across this, which I thought was good for a chuckle, speaking of the diversity of seders available to those who wish to tailor the remembrance to their own particular fetish, uh, identity:

"This year in Los Angeles there will be a Latino Jewish seder, a black-Jewish seder, a feminist seder, a male consciouness-raising seder, a gay right seder and, just when I thought I'd heard it all, an S&M seder.  I'm not joking. A group that enjoys that kind of thing is touting a seder that runs backwards: it begins in freedom and ends in bondage, which for them, I guess, is an expression of freedom.

My response?  You want bondage?  You want slavery?  How about cleaning your home of every breadcrumb prior to Passover, koshering your kitchen, then preparing the traditional seven-course meal for two-dozen guests.  The holiday of our freedom requires hours and hours of hard, manual labor.  Talk about S&M.

But at the risk of sounding like Andy Rooneystein, these newfangled, adaptive seders, noble as they are, aren't my thing.  I prefer the regular old, leather-less, whip-less holiday."

Oh, Rob Eshmann -- how can you be such a tease and so vanilla all at once!  Telling us about this unique gathering, and then giving out no phone numbers or website info.  I would assume, unlike the Chai Center's shabbat dinners at Rabbi Shlomo Schwartz's house, both Jew and Jew-curious (and curiouser!) welcome.