Fantasm: 2002
or
Piercings and Parties
04/02/02

Fantasm is known for two things: Parties and Kink... So on Saturday, it was time to get our fill.

I started off wandering around the event area and catching some of the suspension folks at work. For those who don't know, suspension is an activity where piercing fanatics pick creative places to insert new loops, and then use those loops to suspend themselves in the air. I'm familiar with the practice, but I've never seen it done in person. So I found myself running into the room, snapping pictures, and then running back out to "Ewwww!" and "Grooooosssss!" I don't mind awarding the suspension group my "Train-Wreck of the Weekend" award, even though no one was actually suspending themselves.

"Does that go into the muscle?"
"No, just into the skin..."

I didn't get to see any actual suspension, but I did get to see people taking turns to pull on these bars as
if enjoying some casual isometric exercise!

I'm always amazed at how little blood one draws with something like this.
I nick myself with a razor and I'm ANEMIC all of a sudden.

Saturday Night
Time for the Party Battles!

If you've never taken the time to read my review of Fantasm: 2000, then I recommend you go back and take a peek at my description of the Fantasm party battles. Knowing that you are all probably too lazy or distracted to do so, I'll summarize. The object is simple: To crush your enemies, to see them driven before you, and the lamentation of the women.

Wait, that's something else... The object of the party battles is to simply throw the best party. There are a few convention staples that have crossed time and space to make THIS the con for their industrious entertaining skills, so we aren't dealing with amateurs here. These are hardened veterans of fandom, poised to provide original and challenging environments for you to shake your bootie with style. Food? You betcha! Booze? In spades! Music? Any genre, any style, and all night long! I wish I could prove it in pictorial essay, but even I got swept up the fever... so again, you'll just have to deal with what you get.

I think the official test of con-virginity is whether you've been fondled by Chris.

A costume after my own heart!

You know, that chainmail is a really nasty way to wean me, Carrie...

Red Pills!!!! WOO!

The F.A.G.G. Party ruled my favor with their 50's Sci-Fi getup and theatre-style promotion.

They even had this nifty giant ant head busting through the wall that moved around
at the whim of whoever took the handles beneath it. Tre' Chic!

I decided to bring my favorite costume out of retirement... It's always a joy when I walk around a corner
and hear 15 people screaming, "BIG BOY!"

Well, when Wes get's plowed, the camera sits still. I remember seeing the sun come up and the terrible ordeal of getting up 15 minutes before the 1:30pm check-out. I remember staggering around the con looking for coffee and verbally rambling my way through some goodbyes. One of these days, I'm gonna have to try staying sober for one of these shindigs... The ride home is hell.

Another Fan-tastic, Fan-tabulous, Fantasm!
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