I have been vibrated from head to ... below. I have cringed to the amplified sounds of a vixen chomping into a light bulb. I have seen a dollar bill staple-gunned to her as reward. I have watched naughty film from 1915 and beyond. And, I have gotten to know a motorcycle-mechanic-turned-performance-zombie—an accident left him a double amputee. To think that my main concern was what to wear to Cannibal Night at the Erotic Heritage Museum on August 21. The answer? Ketchup.
Sarah GianettoWed, Aug 25, 2010 (3:50 p.m.)