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Fashion show featuring Dallas’s hottest tattooed models dressed in latex by Dollskin Designs.
Presented by Melissa Meaow.

With Special Guest MC – The World Famous Lizardman

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Admission: $10 over/$15 under 21. $5 off with dog tags or VIP.

07.11 – SUNDAY Angela Ryan’s Birthday Bash – and – Grotesque Burlesque FRIDAY – 07.16

We’ve even heard rumor that a guillotine will be in use at Angela’s shindig. Intriguing to say least. However, the true nature of this blog is to bring your attention to a more mainstream heat retreat. A place where the real vampires spend their days in darkness and man’s greatest invention (air conditioning) rules supreme. We are of course talking about the ultimate summer past time, the movies. As you well know, the theaters are jammed with mediocre box office hits. Just do a simple Google search you will find plenty to rot you brain, but don’t despair my droogies. There is hope.

For the 9th time our fair city is playing host to the Asian Film Festival of Dallas. There are of course many cinematic masterpieces to choose from, but one film shines above all others. This years must see is a little gem called Robogeisha. If you were a fan of The Machine Girl and Tokyo Gore Police, then Robogeisha should be equally pleasing to the senses. Geisha is….

Speaking of old.  Angela has been working for ages putting together a rather unique Baroque themed soiree that should be one hell of good time.  Not only should you expect to see locals to dressed in period costumes, this event will feature the provocative and picturesque Darenzia and straight from the stages of America’s got Talent, the ever so posh, Prince PoppyCock.  So pull out your stockings, dust up those powdered wigs and come join Angela this Sunday to celebrate her 21st birthday for the ?th time.

Angela Ryan’s Baroque Birthday Bash

Featuring Performances by:
Darenzia (www.Darenzia.net)
Prince Poppycock (www.PrincePoppycock.com)

DJ’s Curse Mackey and Heather Michelle

Free Green Screen Guillotine Photo Booth

Costume Contest with $500 in prizes!
Ideas Include: Marie Antoinette, Marquis De Sade, French Revolutionary, Courtesan, Executioner, Lady in Waiting, Napoleon Bonaparte, King Louis XIV / XV, Bach, Madame de Pompadour, Voltaire, royal court ladies and gentlemen

Spanking booth by Athena Fatale

Qu’ils mangent de la brioche (let them eat cake!)
Free cupcakes for everyone!

The Church
2424 Swiss @ Good Lattimer
Dallas, Texas 75204

Doors open at 9:00
Admission $5 over and $10 under
free with dog tags or Church VIP

info: www.TheChurchDallas.com
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So what will you being doing this Sunday?  For me it’s daytime relaxing and bird watching by one my local aquatic hangouts, then off to Denton for an early evening at the Dr Sketchy’s Anti Art School featuring the ever so hot and mostly naked German Dream Girl – Ms Courtney Crave:

….and of course finishing off the night with a trip back to Dallas to be part of the insanity that is Kumi Monster.  Yep Sunday’s gonna be a good day.

Although he is best known for being a mutli-talented performer, his biggest contributions have been in the world of education.  Besides teaching the art of suspension throughout the world and running a school of sideshow in Oslo, he has worked directly with the Norwegian medical community to explain the art and science behind pain and to show the positive effects of body suspension.

Yes, today is my friend Håvve Fjell‘s 40th birthday.  Unfortunately I cannot be there to celebrate with him.  However, I will be there in a few weeks for the Oslo Suscon. (In my opinion the world’s best suspension convention)

My Story of Håvve
It was December 3rd, 2000 – I had just finished a suspension performance for Torture Garden .  (Opening for Ron Athey)  During my suspension I had managed to rip my knee and was a bit distressed about how to handle the gaping wound.  I remember sitting upstairs at Body Probe Studios staring at the hole when I notice a tall bald man standing over me.

“Hello Allen, I’m Håvve”
“Nice to meet you Håvve, by chance to do have any sutures?”
Now in all honesty, the question was more of sarcastic joke.  Yes I needed to stitch my knee, but I never expected anyone to have anything that might help.
To my surprise he replied, “Yes I do”
He dug through his backpack and handed me a sterile suture pack.
“Wait.  Who are you?”
“I’m Håvve from Oslo.  We have been chatting online.”

At the time it seemed like a random encounter.  Little did I know that I had just met such an amazing person that was not only going to influence the world of suspension, but become such a good friend.

Happy Birthday Old Man

Press Release Excerpt: The works of these emerging artists focus on the subjects of social issues, political satire, commercial parody, and fantasy. Jon Walz paints on raw, unstretched canvas. In this premier exhibition of his works, he unabashedly exposes his naked emotions and passion for living in the moment. Jason LaJudice sculptural collection represents ten years of work. Each of these sculptures is created only one year at a time. This exhibition is the premier showing of this collection in its entirety. Some of these mixed media sculptures can also be worn as a mask. Jonathan Stewart’s three-dimensional prints are food for thought by the vehicle of social, political and commercial parody. The ploy of a child’s toy chides adults to wake-up about their environment, personal responsibility, and social values.

John Walz
Jason LaJudice
Jonathan Stewart

Haley-Henman Gallery
June 19 – July 24, 2010
Opening Reception
Saturday, June 19
8-11 pm

Fetish–noun

1. An object regarded with awe as being the embodiment or habitation of a potent spirit or as having magical potency.
2. Any object, idea, etc., eliciting unquestioning reverence, respect, or devotion: to make a fetish of high grades.
3. Psychology – Any object or non-genital part of the body that causes a habitual erotic response or fixation.

Little Ms Kumi will be performing for the first time in Dallas, Sunday June 27th

I think the best way to describe Kumi is with a story: San Francisco – Approximately 10 years ago. It was early in the weekend. People were just arriving for the festivities better known as the San Francisco Fetish Ball. Most of the partygoers were relaxing, trying to adjust to the time change and jet lag that often plagued the international fetish community. That is of course except us. When it comes to these big events, I subscribe to the philosophy “Sleep when you’re dead.” As for my peers…well, I feel that there’s, “No rest for the wicked.” Whether it was caffeine or booze, or the fact that my partner in crime was trouble, this certain evening entailed kicking in hotel room doors and rousting the sleeping beasts. Now of course there is much to tell and most of that night’s guilty will remain unnamed, but it was Kumi that still sticks out in my head. Now, either the door was open or someone let us in, but we came crashing into the room to find Kumi passed out in her jammis and a latex hood.

“WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WAKE UP!”
“What the Fuck! I’m sleeping.”
“No Sleeping, Time to Drink!”
“pfffffft”

Kumi pulls the covers over her head and we decide to go searching for bigger prey. Then…..wait…..was she sleeping in a latex hood. *BANG* the door crashes back open and we pile back into the room. At this point Kumi is awake and sitting straight up in bed.

“WHAT!!!!!!!”
“Are you sleeping in a latex hood?”
“Yes”
“Um, why?”
“It’s new”
“Um, ok?”

She then proceeded to tell us how she was sleeping in her head gear because it was new and she had to. It was that day that I realized Kumi was not a weekend warrior, but a true fetishist.

For more images of Kumi, please click on the following links.
Some may be NSFW. You have been warned.

Untitled Noise Show #1

From the promoters: “More of the same. If you liked the all night harsh beauty of No Silence No Sleep you’ll love Friday’s event. Interactive art and performance is encouraged. Stay as long as you wish or can endure, I have the keys. $5 for an incredible night of radical self expression, come on folks, need I say more? If you don’t come I’ll f@#*ing kill you.”

No Silence No Sleep
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It all started around 12:30 am last night.  Brutal Juice was putting on another amazing show @ Lola’s in Fort Worth and I had reached my 3 beer limit.  We were all having a good time, I wasn’t driving, and there were no early appointments on my calendar.  So, I figured one more beer wont hurt.  Right?  Well, I reached the bar at the same time as a friend of mine who proceeded to say, “Let’s do a shot!”  Hmmm, you know, I haven’t seen this band in years and everyone is having such a good time…sure one shot.  She turns to the bartender and orders, “Two Jager bombs with Lone Star backs.”  Christ.  Jager and Redbull at this hour?  Ah what the hell.  Now for those you not from Texas, what we call shots are more like doubles or triples for you.  Not to mention the fact that the bartender obviously liked her.  So, the concoction that was handed to me took 4 large gulps to swallow.  UGH.  *Cheers* *Tap the bar* *Guzzle and Swig*  The Lone Star helped but water was next for sure.

The band played on and we jumped around until 1:30+ in the morning.  Poor Lorena had to get up early, so we hit the road as fast as possible and hauled ass back to Dallas.  She made the 40 minute drive in just under 30   Door to door delivery right before 2 am and it seemed to be the end of a very good night.  I jumped out of her car, said my goodbyes and proceeded into the house to find some food to counteract the liquor in my stomach.

Phone.  Where’s my phone?  Kitchen? No.  Bathroom? No.  Living room?  Shit.  I even checked my truck, which I didn’t even drive, but I had thrown my box of earplugs in there before I came upstairs.  Damn it.  My phone is nowhere to be found.  So, I decided to call it to see if I could hear it ring.  “Hello?” said a familiar voice.  “Lorena? shit I guess I left my phone in your car.  Are you home?”  “No, I actually got in a wreck”  “Are you OK!?!” “Yeah, I just twisted the shit out of my ankle and we are stuck here for a while”  As it turns out, she was still not very far so I got directions and decided to drive over there.  Yes, I was probably over the limit, but not by much. Plus it was less than a mile.  When I arrived it wasn’t what I was expecting at all.  There was a pretty massive wreck down on the freeway.  Shit, now I’m really concerned and I’ve got to figure out how to get down there.

At first I thought, “I should drive down to the wreck on the freeway.”  But then a little voice in my head said, “Alcohol+Police=DUI.”  So, I parked and proceeded to walk/run down to the scene.  You know, I take this freeway entrance all the time, but doing it on foot was WAY longer than I thought it was.  Even at dead run it seemed to take me 10 minutes.  Once I actually got down to the freeway, the cops spotted me and started yelling and shining their flashlights at me.  I think they were trying to get me to turn around but I kept going and ran straight toward them.  (Note to self: Police do not like you walking on the freeway, and they REALLY don’t like you running toward them in the first place)  Yeah stupid move on my part.  They were very agitated when I reached them and if I hadn’t explained that I was there because me friend had gotten into a wreck they prolly would have incarcerated me.

It took a few minutes to explain my situation, but soon the cops disposition changed to from anger to concern and they started making calls trying to figure out if Lorena was alright.  One officer even drove his cruiser down to the wreck to check it out for me.  As it turns out, this was not her wreck and they determined that it was another wreck back on the access road.  “Get in”  Ummm “Get in the car, I will drive you to the wreck.”  OK, suddenly my drunk ass was sitting in the back of police car headed for the location of the second wreck.  We drove around for a bit, found nothing and pulled over next to another cruiser so the two officers could try and figure out what happened to the cars.  Then the questions started.  “What’s her name again?  What kind of car was she driving?  Do you know her number?  Etc”  I proceeded to explain that she had my phone and give him the number.  Of course I can’t hear her side of the conversation, but I can only imagine what she is thinking. “Hello mam, this is Officer ********, I have Allen in my vehicle and he is trying to find you.”  As it turns out, not long after I left my house, they had cleared up the wreck and Lorena had driven back to my house and was waiting outside.

I told the officer, “Hey don’t worry, I will just walk home.”  Really I just wanted to get my vehicle and drive home, but I wasn’t sure how drunk or sober I appeared.  “Nah, no need to walk, I will give you a lift.”  Strange experience to say the least.  If you’ve ever been in a cop car you know that the back seat is not designed for comfort.  It’s more like a hard plastic bench that if you aren’t restrained is very slippery.  Each turn had me sliding left and right.  Also, the plexiglass between the back to the front had no holes in it, but sound seemed to pass through very easily.  At no point did I have trouble hearing him, nor him me. At the time is seemed strange, but I felt it best to remain quiet than to ask stupid questions.  Other than the lack of comfort, the ride was actually pleasant with the officer telling me a story about running off a crack head earlier that evening.

When we arrived at the house, poor Lorena’s eyes were as wide as saucers.  My guess is that she thought I was probably arrested.  Heck I’m sure it looked that way.  But the officer opened the door and my drunk smiling ass hopped right out.  After a little explanation from both parties the officer proceeded to inspect the outside of her car.  Surprisingly for being in a wreck everything seemed fine, or at least what little damage I could see appeared minimal.  I said thank you to the officer and we went into the house to wait for him to leave so that she could give me a ride back to my truck.  Funny thing is that we had just missed each other.  She had found my truck right after I left it to walk down to the freeway.  If I’d only waited a few minutes, none of this would have happened.