We don’t realize it’s the Wiccan harvesting holiday of Lammas (Anglo Saxon: “loaf-mass”), a.k.a. Lughnasadh, until the last third of the show when sultry Cici the Wicked Wiccan Witch informs us as she strips down to nothing but her slave bracelets and lip gloss to perform Bonoboville Communion in honor of Lugh the Celtic god of corn and craftiness. But in retrospect, this whole show is a fitting celebration of the Wiccan “feast of the first fruits,” as the gals and guys of Bonoboville taste the fruits of each other’s nipples and toast the fruitage of our new social media site (inspired by the real bonobos). We’re still in beta, but getting’ bettah!

The ritual is the match, the orgy the flame.  Within just a couple hours of opening up the Institute’s brand new Womb Room, our 12th annual Eros Day had ignited into a stellar display of sensual, naked and winged bodies and souls soaring, flailing and thrusting into one another on and around the Olympic-sized bed surrounded by burning cock candles, buzzing pocket rockets, pulsing bongo beats, majestic erotic art and anatomically correct blow-up angels flying through the rafters above. It was a Commedia Erotica Heaven on Earth worthy of a Botticelli or Bronzino, or at least a Fellini movie, and one of our best Eros Day orgies ever, with some very tasty hors d’oeuvres.