Tomorrow night, Emperor Caligula rises to power again in Hunts Point, the Bronx—an area that, if you remember HBO’s series “Hookers at the Point”, would have made the sexually ravenous Caligula feel just as much at home as being on one of his famous Roman orgy ships. And from what publicist Andy Reynolds tells me, it sounds like if Caligula could see what The Saint at Large is planning for those attending Rites XL: The Black Party Caligula this weekend, he’d likely pull out a scroll and start taking notes, saying, “Why didn’t I think of that? I had 4,700 slaves and not a single one of them could do THAT!”
For 15 hours, beginning at 10:00 p.m. tomorrow, April 6, and going until 3:00 p.m. Sunday, The Black Party will attack your senses with non-stop music, dancing, sweat, body contact, and the decadent spectacle of over 40 XL performers doing anything and everything they can to impress their sexual leader and ruler, Caligula—plus whatever else you and your fellow gladiators decide to do while you’re there. Click here to watch a teaser (NSFW).
Last year’s party was widely considered to be one of the best in years, and this year is expected to be even better. The Saint at Large has confirmed that this could sadly be the last year of The Black Party, so they’re making sure it’s going to be one that goes down in history. So, don’t miss it.
And for those that are worried that the Bronx is too far to go for The Black Party. Just stop it. Yeah, sure, it’s a little further than you’re used to (unless you live in the Bronx), but it’ll be worth it. I mean, I know people who live in the East Village that say, “I don’t go into Brooklyn. It’s too far.” And I just stand there rolling my eyes and thinking, “It’s across a river and a handful of subway stops away. You’ve done harder things.” Even easier: transportation to The Black Party is available for free from The Ritz in Hells Kitchen and Metropolitan in Brooklyn.
More information and tickets are available at www.theblackparty.com.
PS: If you miss your chance and don’t go, don’t try to complain to me about it later. I’ll be across the river in Brooklyn looking at you on the other side, just shaking my head and mouthing the words, “Sorry. Can’t hear you.