Electrolicious

Ah, another delicious night of Shame. I intentionally shut my yapper and underpromoted (shh: Salon of Shame. Don’t tell.), and the result was almost perfect … we had less people to turn away than last time. That’s a good thing since every person I turn away I get all sad and personally apologetic to. (We’re sold out. I know. I am so, SO sorry.) People just want their dose of Shame! I know we should probably move to a larger venue, but I just love the Jewelbox too much.

This Salon was decently documented. A few pictures are up in the brand new Salon of Shame Flickr group, and I took at least a snippet of video for each reader. It’ll take me a while to get through all my snippets (they’re all getting posted over here), but here’s one to tide you over. This is Marc Mazique’s brilliant and explicit zine-published sex poem … written before he’d lost his virginity, as the best sex poems always are.

PS: The Salon of Shame also finally has its own domain. It’s salonofshame.com of course.