On our 10th annual Eros Day, we celebrated the power of change and the glory of hope with an Orgy for Obama.

Date: 2/07/2009

Yes indeed, Brothers & Sisters, Lovers & Sinners…

HOPE Is The New Black.

More to the point: HOPE makes you horny. High on the horniness of hope that exploded with the spectacular inauguration of America’s first African-American President…

we came together…

black and white…

beige and pink…

professors and porn stars…

singers and swingers…

veterans and virgins…

masters and slaves…

celebrities…

and the couple-next-door…

within the warm velvet walls of the Speakeasy…

We came together to celebrate the auspicious inauguration of this amazing American whose name so magically and musically rhymes with our “Enemy”…

We came together to honor this man who is already living up to his peace-through-pleasure promises, whose first executive act initiated the closing of the shameful American dungeons of Guantanamo.

We came together to welcome this sexy new Prez who looks great shirtless (reminiscent of JFK looking great hatless)…

and shows us the way to love by engaging in an apparently active, romantic sex life with his HOT WIFE, the two of them caressing our eyes and lifting our hearts with their grace and sensuality.

Thus, under the twinkling 18-foot ceilings of the Speakeasy Cathedral…

we ate…

drank…

danced..

played…

prayed (Yes indeed, Brothers & Sisters, Lovers & Sinners!)…

flirted…

squirted…

and screwed each other’s brains out…

with glee, gratitude and hope.

Yes We Did!

What did we do?

Sometimes I forget that most people have never been to an orgy.

It just seems so natural to me to gather together a diverse but compatible group of sexually eager, creative, open, mostly attractive human beings…

I provide some beds, couches, music, dildos, flowers, incense, art, a dance pole courtesy of PoleDanzer)…

some bondage equipment (courtesy of the Broken Door LA)…

some Doc Johnson Pocket Rockets (a word of diplomatic advice to Obama: Drop Pocket Rockets, Not Patriot Missiles)…

serve them some good libations to enjoy with the vibrations (Eros Day X drinks of choice include Agwa Coca Leaf Liqueur, Agavero Tequila Liqueur, Absente Absinthe, Magellan Gin, Rhum Barbancour)

some condoms, of course (special Obama Condoms provided by Condomania)…

then allow them to shed their clothes along with their inhibitions…

touch, suck and ride each other to the stars…

and share in something you just don’t experience in a one-on-one relationship…

no matter how much in love or even in lust you are.

That something is communal ecstasy.

The liberating, exhilarating and very natural act of sharing sexual energy and activity with more than one other person.

So please forgive me when it slips my mind that most people in the modern world have never witnessed, much less participated in an orgy.

Let alone an orgy “for” the President of the United States.

Most people devoutly believe or go along with the conventional wisdom that just the word “orgy” is quite crazy, highly distasteful and rather dangerous.

PR Newswire refused to run our press release because of the word “orgy.” But you know, “Party for Obama” just doesn’t have the same ring. Nor does it mean the same thing.

So we put the word out as we usually do on BonoboWay, on Twitter, in the Googlegroup, on my hot new Facebook Fan Page, emailing announcements here and there…

And the orgiasts came from hither and yon…

all decked out for a patriotic orgy!

Some were veterans of Eros Day, celebrating 10 years of Speakeasy orgies, honoring Eros, the primeval god of love, lust and life itself according to classical mythology…

and a little phallic planetoid according to modern astronomy…

as well as the “Spirit of Eros” – the idea of passionate love and peace through pleasure in the world.

The fact that the cock-shaped planetoid 433-Eros comes closest to Earth at this time of year grounds Eros Day in a scientific framework that our “non-believers” appreciate.

So some came for the Planetoid Eros, ejaculating gamma rays as it spins closer to us.

Others didn’t know a planetoid from a hemorrhoid.

They came to the Speakeasy specifically to orgy for Obama.

Here is a President who arouses our erotic dreams along with our political hopes, stimulating our desire for a new era of peace-through-pleasure politics and an end to lawless militarism in America and around the world, inspiring us to choose hope over fear, change over inertia, love over war, the Bonobo Way over acting like a baboon, Eros over Thanatos.

We have gone through hell.

But we hope and believe that we are entering an Era of Eros.

And on the 10th Annual Eros Day, on the twenty-fourth day of the first month in the two thousand and ninth year of that other Lord…

we showed our commitment to our cause by laying our bodies on the line…

at the Eros Day X Orgy for Obama Inaugural Ball.

One of my favorite parts of the Inauguration coverage was an adorably flustered female reporter saying to a grinning Obama “Mr. President, you must have a lot of balls to attend to!” At that point, I decided Eros Day X would be the Wildest Ball of Them All (Inauguration Balls, that is)…

In that quest, we certainly succeeded.

Yes, we did!

Most balls and other star-studded events commence with a red carpet entrance…

and so did ours.

The New Era of Eros involves reaching out to our brothers and sisters across the aisle.

So we reached out to Sarah Palin (Sara Sioux) and invited her to the orgy.

Not too surprisingly, Sarah “Venus in Furs” Palin fit right in with the porn stars and fetish dommes.

In fact, Governor Palin became our press liaison, wrangling the media like a pro, from Hustler to The LA Weekly to Citizen LA.

Though she refused to distribute the Obama Condoms. She had her own.

Meanwhile, Teri, Fritz, Felicia and Bran wrangled porn stars and fetish models; tough job, but somebody’s got to do it!

At about 10:30 pm, we gathered the congregation together in the Womb Room for an Eros Day ritual, involving a bevy of beautiful Eros Angels, some porn stars, some fetish masters, a couple of doctors, several lawyers and one kindergarten teacher (though I won’t say which one).

It was a little corny and solemn but mystically erotic and slightly ironic, like a scene out of “Eyes Wide Shut” or “The Da Vinci Code” (the book, not the movie) or a Weimar Berlin-esque bohemian cabaret.

I support Obama’s policy of transparency, so my Eros Angels wore transparent togas, or nothing at all.

Like any good ritual, we lit candles.

Since this ritual was opening up an orgy, we used Penis Candles by Coco de Mer, LA’s swankiest “erotic luxury” shop…

plus some exquisite little candy apple red Vulva Candles.

Viva la Vulva!

Smoke enveloped a vision of Venus on The X…

The American Aphrodite was played with grace and passion by the divine Miss Piglet, completely nude except for an American flag scarf wrapped around her slim waist…

shackled to The X as Christ was nailed to the Cross, suffering for the sins of The Bush Administration, and all the rest of us who put up with that Gang of Chickenhawk Cronies and Thieves.

Just as our Eros Day Prayer climaxed with a resounding “Amen!” and then an even more resounding “Awomen!”, the great God Eros, in his half-human form of “Obameros,” flew through the Speakeasy Bar and into the Womb Room to save America, his Mother, who is also, according to those perverted classical myths, his Lover.

Obameros was played by young Obama-lookalike and Speakeasy newcomer Jonathan Footman. After Hairmaster Bran gave him the Obama Cut (now all the rage), he looked like he could at least be the President’s son, by Venus.

To the Agwa-soaked cheers of the crowd, Obameros unshackled the American Aphrodite from the X, kicking off the Eros Day X “Orgy for Obama”

Truth be told, I wasn’t sure how the orgying would begin. I’d made some plans, of course, but the best-laid plans may not get you laid the way you planned.

So I was pleased to see our alternate Eros, Paris, aka Peros, get that Inaugural Ball rolling via a Foot Orgy…

with a bevy of porn star feet…

Regan Reese, Jessica Jaymes, Kelly Leigh, Sinnamon Love, Natasha Skinski, a bunch of hot ladies from the Broken Door LA, plus our own gorgeous-gammed Ariel (body of a Victoria Secret model, soul of a Shakespearean sprite) all dipped their toes into the Foot Orgy of Peros…

I’ve often said that the way to a lady’s heart is through the pleasure points of her feet..

and Peros proved that point with his talented tongue and his large dark planetoid…

many toes over…

From toes to head, after the foot orgy, the “regular” orgy spread through the Speakeasy, planetoids shooting into black holes around the galaxies.

Eros also blessed us with some excellent live musical performances that kept everyone dancing and exploring.

Exquisite, talented, Yale-educated singer/songwriter Michelle Shaprow (whom I met at Mory’s during Sex Week at Yale ‘04) took the stage, her heavenly presence and angelic voice enticing the devils to play…

It also enticed me to spank Jessica Jaymes’ devilishly hot ass.

Then Curt Bonnem, whose priestly performance with The Beastly Bombing had graced the Speakeasy at the Eros Day Operatic Orgy in ‘07, now all dressed up like Burt Reynolds in “Boogie Nights,” for his role as Harry Reames in Lovelace: The Rock Opera, now playing at the Hayworth Theater, belted out “Let’s Fuck.”

And so we did…

as the virtuoso drummers of Naked Rhythm kept the beat erotic, with DJ Leo9 and Kyle the Bassist.

Other celebrity guests at this star-studded Eros Day: Mae Victoria, Kelly Leigh, Axel Braun (son of Lasse Braun who introduced Eros Day to me, and was the first to make me squirt), Chocolate Hercules (as Jupiter), Kat and BD, Lorelai Givemore, Dino Bravo, Violet Marcel, Dick Chibbles and the Disneyesque Dickey Balls.

And so it was another awesome orgiastic – and even squirting – Eros Day…

and I was everywhere in and out of the orgy, with and without Eros, as usual.

But this Eros Day was different for me, my heart unhinged like a broken door, because in the midst of all the orgiastic awesomeness, I was deeply missing, not to mention crazy-worried about Prince Max, unjustly shackled by the state for a non-crime: failure to appear on dismissed charges.

As I write this, he’s in the endless process of being “processed” out of the government’s clutches. What a Kafkaesque nightmare! What a travesty of justice (but that’s another bloggamy)!

So there was a certain amount of melancholy to my “performance” on Eros Day X…

but there was also hope.

Hope makes things happen.

I have hope that if Obama can open the doors of Guantanamo, he can free a lot of unjustly detained Maxes, innocent men and women, most of whom are black and brown, languishing in the vast overpopulated and archaic dungeons of America.

But back to my Eros Day X, which topped off with five frustrated men massaging my neck, my hands and one foot each.

It was a massage orgy, and not a bad one. These guys channeled the Spirit of Eros into their fingers. Ooooh rub me, rub me, baby…

There are many kinds of orgy – sexual, sensual, political, emotional, intellectual, therapeutic, inspirational – and we rocked them all at the Speakeasy in our Eros Day X “Orgy for Obama” Ball.

May all of that orgiastic energy and communal ecstasy flow into good fortune for President Obama’s peace-through-pleasure approach to governance.

Eros Bless You!

Amen. Awomen.