I had the pleasure of attending the premiere of the Black Party docudrama Schwarzwald - Rites XXVII last night at The Box. I have to say it was one of the most enjoyable evenings I've had in a long while, for several reasons aside from the free vodka.
As my boyfriend and I arrived at The Box, I recognized the face of Joe from Joe.My.God waiting outside for the Manhattan Offender. I'd never had the pleasure of meeting Joe in person, but I recently used his formidable writing skills for the launch of noiZe, so I introduced myself and we ended up chatting for much of the evening. We all swapped wacky backroom stories, and momo from Manhattan Offender turned out to be as witty and amusing as I expected. Joe had the best stories of course, the man is a wealth of anecdotal information.
The star of the evening, though, was Buck Angel, the female-to-male transsexual porn star who has been making a big splash recently. It's hard to ignore "The Man With A Pussy", as his business card delicately puts it. He turned out to be one of the sweetest and most interesting people I've met, and we ended up talking with him until one in the morning. My boyfriend is absolutely fascinated, and is already planning a trip to Mexico for us to visit Buck, who actually put his money where his mouth was when Bush was elected and moved out of the country. Take that, you Hollywood pussies! The courage of his convictions is something that Mr. Angel is certainly not lacking.
The movie was decent for an indie film about a circuit party. The best parts were the footage of the party itself, interspersed with a nonsensical pagan storyline that occurs in the woods, amusingly accompanied by peppy disco tracks most of the time. Buck was strangely adorable throughout, looking surprisingly innocent for a muscular bald man with tattoos and a vagina. He told us after how fascinated gay men were with him, to the point of almost being gang-raped on the floor of the Black Party one year. Men, as it turns out, are indeed pigs. Joe summed it up nicely. He said imagine a room full of the most hardcore sex freaks in the city, men who make a regular habit out of practices such as fisting and bloodletting (the bloodletting scene of the movie was by far the most disturbing - and kind of hot in a wrong wrong wrong way) and then put Buck onstage wearing nothing more than thigh-high leather boots. It's the one perversion none of them have ever experienced before, and it drives them crazy. That might help explain why Buck no longer goes on the main dance floor alone anymore.
All in all, a fabulous evening. I'm still working off a bit of a hangover (no more gin on long nights. Just no.) but it made me blog again so it must have been pretty fucking special.
Here's a pic of Buck and my angel of a boyfriend: