- if you could sit down with one person from history (has to be dead, but not necessarily famous), who would it be and what would you talk about?
President Franklin. I think we would discuss current events, and his thoughts on where the countery, world, and technology are now.
- if you wrote a book about your life, what would be it's title, and who would you dedicate it to?
"It seemed like a good idea at the time..." and I would likely dedicate it to the Casa de Cesspool crowd and my Burningman friends.
- what was your most amusing experience at burningman?
In retrospect, me ending up on the front page of a gay porn site. I suppose you actually want the story...
My first year there, I helped Peaches set up her art event. The Butt Art Contest.
She asked if I could help her set up, and I consented. I helped mix the paint and build the "displays", which were these boards with holes cut out, and people would put their ass up to the hole so the audience could only see the but and it's art, and vote on it.
I finish with all that about 10 minutes before the event, and she begs me, "Eros, if you could do me one more favor I will love you forever." A wise man knows, when he hears those words, to run the other direction. But I'm not a wise man. I said sure, and she informed me that they will likely have more painters than than canvas's and it would be great if I could be a canvas.
I agree, thinking this might be a great way to meet some hot chick. The crowd forms and everyone lines up, and sure enough, I'm lined up with a gorgeous woman. Then Duck, my roomie, runs over and she goes straight to him.
"Oh, well," I think, and start to wander off. Then Peaches calls out if there is anyone else who wants to take part. I wasn't paying attention, and then she starts yelling, "Eros! Oh, Eros! Come back!"
I turn around, and see my painter, whom I am about to bare my ass to. It is a medium to thin build man, about 50 years old with a caesar cut, wearing skin tight white tights, a gold lamee shirt, and womens sun glasses that went out of style in the 70's. You know, the huges lenses with lavender tint.
Not as I planned.
Well, being a good sport, I go over to the painting area with him. I see some people are laying down to be painted and others are standing, so I ask him if he would like me laying or standing. In a deep, almost gruff voice he says, "On your knees."
I pull my pants down and he starts painting. Eventually, I relize I should get my pants off all the way, so they don't get paint on them, so I do. And my friend Cabiria walks by, and I ask her to stash my pants in her tent, which she does.
Then the guy has me remove my shirt so he can paint my back.
Cabiria walks by again, sees me and starts laughing.
Then Zaps walks by and sees me, and starts laughing.
Finally Duck walks by, and he is laughing so hard, he can barely walk.
I asked each of them what was painted on me, and they each refused to say.
Finally, they have these little pom-poms and feathers to spice up your painting. Let's just say, with the feathers, he places them *this* close to me feeling like a chicken going through a reverse plucking.
He finishes, and I go up and the stage and dance. Shaken my ass for the crowd to see.
The crowd starts laughing.
Finally the vote comes up, I stick my ass up to the holes, and... I don't win.
So, I do to wash off, and the guy asks me if he can get a picture, then he will send me a copy.
How bad can it be? I say sure.
About 4 months later, I get an e-mail from the guy, with a url. I go to it, and it's a gay porn site. And there I am, buck naked on the splash page.
What's painted on me? "FUCK ME!" is painted across my shoulder blades, with a huge arrow going down my back, pointed at my ass.
I was not amused at the time, but in retrospect, I think it makes a hilarious story. :-)
- superman vs. lestat. who would win?
Superman, hands down. Lestat couldn't harm Superman. But Superman could easily haul Lestat out into the sun for in indefinate amount of time.
- if you had unlimited resources and time, what would you do? (an extension to the "if you had a million dollars" question.)
First, tour the world. Second, buy my own carribean nation, when I would set up a resort for the rich and famous, and grow weed and distill gin. Third, do world relief. Fourth, become a political activist.
Now, to continue the chain, the stipulations:
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- You'll include this explanation.
- You'll ask other people five questions when they want to be interviewed."