This year, if you have been paying any attention to this blog, I was party to Howard Hardiman’s installation at Gay Shame. The theme of Gay Shame was Masculinity and our corner of the Coronet Theatre was transformed into a Roman Spa, where the men who entered could strip, leave their belongings in a locker, don a white towel and enter at their own risk. Once inside they were at risk to infection from the Cock Zombies – evil, undead beings who would attack them with various fluids transforming them into the living dead.
The whole affair has certainly jumped to the top of my list of ‘Weirdest Jobs Ever’ and the evening was an absolute success. To begin with, Paul, my fellow zombie, were at a bit of a loss and spent our time grinding our hips trying to entice boys to part with their money. In the end we decided this was probably a little too scary and eventually they started trickling in. As the evening progressed it became more and more busy – non stop at one point – with men often stripping!!!! and some guys really getting into the ‘spirit’ – ahem.
At the door, Howard (our bait) lured the boys in, took their money and ensured they were stamped with the infected notice. It was quite freaky to see the zombies increasing in number throughout the evening and hopefully the very subtle point Howard was putting across was noticed by the clientele.
Howard has some images of the evening on his Flickr site (not sure what that is but it has lots of pictures on it) and Lloyd, my V.I.Z. (Very Important Zombie) called me today to let me know I was in QX Mag this week. Shame indeed!
My memories of the event can be summed up in this image. My boots for the evening – I wore boots and a towel for the event - splattered in blood and other vile fluids. What a great evening and many thanks to Howard, Paul and all those brave enough to enter. Also a big thank you to Jonotron – a jock strap no less? Shocking! Hee hee!
The whole affair has certainly jumped to the top of my list of ‘Weirdest Jobs Ever’ and the evening was an absolute success. To begin with, Paul, my fellow zombie, were at a bit of a loss and spent our time grinding our hips trying to entice boys to part with their money. In the end we decided this was probably a little too scary and eventually they started trickling in. As the evening progressed it became more and more busy – non stop at one point – with men often stripping!!!! and some guys really getting into the ‘spirit’ – ahem.
At the door, Howard (our bait) lured the boys in, took their money and ensured they were stamped with the infected notice. It was quite freaky to see the zombies increasing in number throughout the evening and hopefully the very subtle point Howard was putting across was noticed by the clientele.
Howard has some images of the evening on his Flickr site (not sure what that is but it has lots of pictures on it) and Lloyd, my V.I.Z. (Very Important Zombie) called me today to let me know I was in QX Mag this week. Shame indeed!
My memories of the event can be summed up in this image. My boots for the evening – I wore boots and a towel for the event - splattered in blood and other vile fluids. What a great evening and many thanks to Howard, Paul and all those brave enough to enter. Also a big thank you to Jonotron – a jock strap no less? Shocking! Hee hee!
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