This is the spot to be on February 14th if you are in the Bay and: 1) Are significant otherless. 2) Hate Valentines Day. 3) Think you're way too cool and "conscious" to support Hallmark's holiday, but still want to celebrate in a pretentious ironic way. 4) Want to break up with someone for $9. 5) Love blasphemous acts of all stripes. or 6) Just want to have an amazing evening of hilarious debauchery.
The Fuck Valentine's Day Psychotic Erotic Spectacular is the demonic brain spawn of the fire headed anti-hero you see pictured above, Jamie DeWolf. He is best known as one third of the spoken word collective Suicide Kings and the host of, Oakland underground sensation, Tourettes Without Regrets. If you haven't been to TWR before, check it out the first Thursday of every month at the Oakland Metro. As for this Valentine's jump off, Rachel Swan breaks it down in the East Bay Express. A very descriptive excerpt resides below. It's gonna be a trip tho- I promise.
The Fuck Valentine's Day Psychotic Erotic Spectacular is the demonic brain spawn of the fire headed anti-hero you see pictured above, Jamie DeWolf. He is best known as one third of the spoken word collective Suicide Kings and the host of, Oakland underground sensation, Tourettes Without Regrets. If you haven't been to TWR before, check it out the first Thursday of every month at the Oakland Metro. As for this Valentine's jump off, Rachel Swan breaks it down in the East Bay Express. A very descriptive excerpt resides below. It's gonna be a trip tho- I promise.
Pure animalistic passion is something DeWolf and his girlfriend Natasia Schibinger will bring to Valentine's Day this year, in the form of a blasphemous "Fuck Valentine's Day Psychotic Erotic Spectacular" at Oakland's Merchant's Saloon (403 2nd St.). This event will see the irreverent DeWolf at his most festive, presiding over sex toy giveaways, interpretive dances based on worst sex experiences, competitions to find which audience member survived the most odious ex-boyfriend or -girlfriend (the three winners get to have a pig's heart mailed to the ex's house), a "fuck love" set by San Francisco shock comedian Justin Scales, a grown-ass man running around in diapers (i.e., Cupid), sex position demos, slam poets spewing their most horrid, vindictive, and cathartic rants about relationships gone sour, a game of "What's Inside My Pants?," and prank calls to former lovers
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