Maybe you find communal ecstasy, or what author Barbara Ehrenreich calls “collective joy,” through praying in a packed church, cheering your team at a sporting event or dancing in your seat at a rock concert. Or maybe you prefer to find it the good old-fashioned way: joining in a friendly neighborhood orgy. That’s how we do it here every once in a while at the Speakeasy, and we do it to the max in this Erotique TV anniversary fornication fest, exploring and celebrating group sex in the digital age. With a dozen erotically intertwined, practically naked, male and female bodies sucking, screwing and squirting on and around my broadcast bed, this show ranks as the biggest single orgy in the Womb Room yet (Eros Days have had more people having sex but they were spread out all over the Speakeasy). Factor in the thousands of listeners and viewers worldwide participating digitally, and I believe we can honestly call it an orgy of Olympian proportions. And it’s the Bonobo Way–at feeding time (cake, Agwa, squirt and semen). The fact that our Erotique Sex Party falls on the eve of the 10th anniversary of 9/11 just renders the whole damn orgy even more sacred and profound, as we are celebrating ethical hedonism in the face of terror, communal love instead of mindless killing, and “double vag” over double-crossing the public. Amen and Awomen.

Maybe you find communal ecstasy, or what author Barbara Ehrenreich calls “collective joy,” through praying in a packed church, cheering your team at a sporting event or dancing in your seat at a rock concert. Or maybe you prefer to find it the good old-fashioned way: joining in a friendly neighborhood orgy. That’s how we do it here every once in a while at the Speakeasy, and we do it to the max in this Erotique TV anniversary fornication fest, exploring and celebrating group sex in the digital age. With a dozen erotically intertwined, practically naked, male and female bodies sucking, screwing and squirting on and around my broadcast bed, this show ranks as the biggest single orgy in the Womb Room yet (Eros Days have had more people having sex but they were spread out all over the Speakeasy). Factor in the thousands of listeners and viewers worldwide participating digitally, and I believe we can honestly call it an orgy of Olympian proportions. And it’s the Bonobo Way–at feeding time (cake, Agwa, squirt and semen). The fact that our Erotique Sex Party falls on the eve of the 10th anniversary of 9/11 just renders the whole damn orgy even more sacred and profound, as we are celebrating ethical hedonism in the face of terror, communal love instead of mindless killing, and “double vag” over double-crossing the public. Amen and Awomen.