Yesterday, I had the pleasure of attending my very first Bedpost Confessions. It was full of genderfucking, sex positive, pansexual, hootin’ and hollerin’, loud and proud, kinkyass mofos. And a few vanillas. After all, what’s the fun in being Frankenfurter if there are no Brads and Janets to corrupt?
I am happy to report that I have found my tribe.
The show is at North Door in East Central Austin and costs ten bucks at the door. Seats filled up right when the door opened, so I was glad I had showed up so early.
Typically, there are four performers. Last night the roster included: Julie Gillis, Holly Lorka, Mo Daviau, and Andy Campbell. Each one of these performers kicked ASS. They were all very different, but they all had the same shamelessness and humanity in their performances. And it ended with a giant zumba performance onstage with the sexiest bunch of people ever. It was actually in the context of dyke porn, read by a gay man. It was truly exhilarating and I can’t even explain why. The zumba dance, the music, the people, someone’s shiny gold pants onstage.
I went with my friend Kami and we both dug it big time. I ended up winning one of the raffle prizes. It was a cock cloning kit. You can actually make a mold of your own penis (if you have one) and then pour a silicone mixture into it, along with a small vibrating egg, and voila! You can fuck yourself in the ass with your own cock. No yoga required.
It was an awesome time and I’ll be there every month. I signed up to perform but who the hell knows how long the wait list is for pervs with a story to share. I’ll keep you posted. And if you go, say hi to me. I’ll be the one in the Marlene Dietrich getup. I might have my top hat off during the show, because I will be in the front row and I don’t want to obscure the view.