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Last night Annie Sprinkle brought her "My Body is a Temple for a Multi Media Whore" show to our fair city.
I, of course, could not resist -- especially since she had the good sense to be performing at the Bathurst Street Theater, two blocks from my house.
Annie Sprinkle, is one of those strange personalities, that has achieved a balance of fame that allows her to sell out venues while still being relatively unknown by the masses.
When your in her scene -- she's larger than life -- a superstar -- the kind of giddy devotion she has from her hardcore fans can be compared to that of religious leader, but step out into the real world and even from the hip you often hear "Annie Who?"
Annie got her start in pornography when she was 18 and has evolved into her current "media whore" personality over the last couple of decades -- her "pleasure advocate" shtick is now fully developed -- I suspect her name will become a household word (well, almost) within the next couple of years.
Her show was carried off like a night in Annie's living room, chatting with Annie and her "butch dyke plooch" companion Kimberly, who was a likable prop.
Annie moves gracefully from the intimate to the surreal to the shocking, her incorruptible innocence guiding you through her collection of porn flicks, giving the audience the rare opportunity to witness the evolution of porn and see with there own eye such rarely viewed curiosa as fist fucking and the surgically created penis of a woman to man transsexual.
In between video clips, Annie lulled the audience with stories and incredibly bizarre antics such as the "Breast Ballet" in which she demonstrates that her breasts can interpret the subtleties of Strauss.
By the time she finished the evening off by sharing a "fire breath orgasm" with the audience she had completely econstructed every hang up and taboo in the sexuality of western culture.
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