Once again, in a spanking hot, whipsmacking, flogtastic, female-ejaculating, breathtaking flurry of heart-shaped buns and floggers, we take back the original Valentine’s Day, The Lupercalia, and celebrate this erotic prehistoric festival of lust and thwacks in all its primeval glory. Unlike the mostly private Valentine’s Day, the Lupercalia of pre-imperial Rome was a euphoric public holiday of communal sexuality, fertility, the rush of hormones, the howl of the wolf, the crack of the whip and the coming of Spring.

Beginning back in the days before Rome was Rome, a couple of “colleges” of nearly naked young men would meet in mid-February in the ancient cave where Romulus and Remus were suckled by a she-wolf (luper in Latin). They sacrificed a goat, marking each other’s foreheads with goat’s blood (thus the signature red of the holiday) and drank a lot of wine, cut whips (called “februa”) from the goatskin, then raced through the hills and towns, gaily smacking the willing behinds of women looking for luck, love and perhaps a baby. For more about the history and meaning of the Lupercalia, and how it was outlawed and repressed by the Catholic Church, replacing it with the saintly, sanitized Valentine’s Day!

After Christianity took over (and shut down) the party, Valentine’s Day became associated with a celibate saint, a box of chocolate, a dozen roses and an arrow shot through a broken heart. But behind every Christian holiday, lies the real deal in its roots. And brothers and sisters, we in the Womb Room are happy to resurrect Lupercalia, the original, pre-Roman Valentine’s Day, an ancient holiday of lust, luck, fertility, the color red and a light whip across a heart-shaped behind. To celebrate a holiday more about floggers than flowers, we have a full-on flog fest featuring JuxLeather floggers being wielded by some of the foremost whip-masters, mistresses, floggers and floggees in LA, not to mention some smoke from a pussy pipe and vibrating valentine panties, and more flogging, bullwhip cracking, spanking and ass punching. Ouch! Well, better to have your buns beaten for Lupercalia than your heart broken on Valentine’s Day.

Length: 97:33 minutes Date: 02/18/2012 Take one punk rock star, two tranny stars, assorted porn stars, dom stars and Munkey-Barz, stir ‘em up in the Womb Room with music, politics, flogging, Agwa, sizzling hot anal sex, kinky hijinks, a Peter Piper and plenty of bodacious bare booty bouncing off the rubber walls, inspired by the classy (yet deliciously nasty) new film, Rubber Bordello, and what do you get? An amazing show, and a suitably awesome climax to more than a year straight of live 3-camera Womb Room broadcasts. Now we’re taking a few weeks hiatus while Captain Max embarks upon his great and treacherous journey into the high seas of neo-bladder surgery. Oh, but what a sensational and heartwarmingly outrageous Speakeasy send-off it is!