Pre-Eros Day Pow-Wow
Pre-EROS DAY Pow-Wow here at the Speakeasy tonight.. We auditioned a jammin’ group of bongo drummers that are going to make this a very tribal Eros Day. We were going to only pick a couple of them, but they were all so good, that we’re inviting all of them back. Master Body Painter Michael Spezialy, his charming girlfriend Claire Harmony and her sultry sister Genevieve came over to discuss the enhancement of the Body Painting Exhibit for Eros Day. When Genevieve had been on the show a couple months ago, painted in gold from head to toe, she hadn’t said a word. Last night she didn’t stop talking. When I asked her why she hadn’t spoken on the show, she said, “I don’t speak when I’m naked.”
We agreed that she would be naked and speechless for Eros Day, and that she’d be clothed and talking for the two shows following. Gen and Claire engaged in an intense Sister Act that wasn’t an act; it was deeply, movingly real. We gave each sister a Squirt for Peace T-shirt.
Maria, our new production assistant, flew in all the way from Denmark, looking great, even after flying 15 hours. “What do you think?” I asked. “It’s even more beautiful than I thought,” she said, looking around the Speakeasy, shortly before fading fast from the inevitable jet lag. The Speakeasy is looking great lately, thanks to Kim’s art curating, Scott’s stringing of Christmas lights and David’s general captainship.
An Eros-Hopeful was here — muscular, good-looking, compact hardbody, charming banter, but alas, no manners, wandering hands, hungry mouth and couldn’t hold his liquor. It was rather tragic to see him try so hard and stumble so quickly and dumbly. He started off all right, chatting amiably and grooving to the bongo beat. Upon request, he did a nice little striptease and posed naked with just the white wings. Then, alas, the Spirit of Eros left him and the Spirit of Dionysus (booze and loss of boundaries) flowed in. And then even that flowed out… He tossed his cookies. He misbehaved. Hey, it isn’t easy to be Eros.
Well, no one was hurt, and perhaps a lesson was learned. There’s still a week until Eros Day, and we have other Eroses to see. Xtian might be Eros. He was looking good tonight bartending in his fishnet T-shirt. His boyfriend, Designing Gene, says he already has a nice set of black leather wings. Canaan Brumley was here, alternately shooting footage for his Speakeasy movie, downing Diet Cokes and smoking Castro’s cigars. He says he’d like to be a kind of Kermit-the-Frog-as-Eros wrapped in green.
Now I’m going to see if my own Eros is still awake enough to give me one last orgasm before Dreamsville.