Seattle Erotic Art Festival

so the day now comes for the seattle erotic art festival and wouldn’t you know it? no cameras!

well, here’s what i think of the no camera

policy. actually, it wasn’t that big of a deal.

we started off at my apartment with some

pre-festivity cocktails and such. i got to

see my cousin ashley for the first time in

5 months (she’s been in vietnam.)

so from there, we got going to the show and

meet up with with some more friends. at this

point, words become a bit difficult to describe

things. as we entered a man, in white heels, a

white top hat, white cuffs, and a white banana-

hammock greeted us and provided us with

surveys to fill out.

before being able to put that little image in a box and lock it a very nice lady approached and said “vulva?”

nice lady, no top, just an apron, holding a tray of chocolates in the shape of little....wait for it, yes vulvas. i’ll be damned, i love chocolate! as i reach in she teases the goodies away.

“may i feed it to you?”

what a great party

from here, we spread out to see the work of which there was a great deal. some of it quite good, some of it quite funny, and some of it.... i still don’t have the words for.

brief noteworthy occurrences and instillations:

~a light table made of wax phalluses all glowing blue;

~naked people being decorated with slices of food;

~a painted lady crawling around the space on her hands and knees on a leash;

~a handcuffed man who manages to disrobe himself;

~numerous burlesque performances;

~the most insanely talented pole-dancer ever;

~and an unending stream of “all kinds” as i have been told “it takes”

apparently the jury thought my work was part of, what i cannot resist calling, the cream of the crop.

my piece titled “our shared disquiet” was voted 2nd place Best in Show! HOLLA

quite a coup if i do say so myself.