AFTER ACTING OUT

INTERVENTION #18

For Immediate Release

Shocking Exposé:
Clandestine Rituals of Roving Coma Cult-Birth of a New Leader

RPM Interrogator/ May 03 2010/ Rover P Machinery/ Copyright

First seen insider footage of the surreptitious Roving Coma Cult. Experts believe documentation captures ritual ceremony of the birth of a new leader, name unknown. Evidence marks undisclosed location as sacred ground somewhere outside social navigation, between somatic curtains camp and the slush hotbed. Followers proclaim themselves to be psychic twins of the mutable and cardinal water signs joined by fate, Facebook and Thom Carlos Pascolin. Little is known of this new faction, though insiders state they follow the doctrine of “The Third” best translated as “The Order of Personified Other”.

Behind the scenes photo essay:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/rovingpartymachine/sets/72157623871298109/show/

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For more information contact: rovingpartymachine@gmail.com

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INTERVENTION #16:
Le SpectacleExquisiteDuCrapCathartique

March 12-13, 2010

PHOTO GALLERY (RPM & Logan): http://www.flickr.com/photos/rovingpartymachine/sets/72157623649464260/show/

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INTERVENTION #15:
La Nuit Blanche Au Cagibi

February 27-28, 2010

FreeSugarHighAsAKiteFlyingAllNight’r
CeilingProjectorSelfServeSlush

PHOTO GALLERY: http://www.flickr.com/photos/rovingpartymachine/sets/72157623522693459/show/

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INTERVENTION #14:
SHAMELESS: MORE SHAME THEN EVA

February 19, 2010

Memories of Shame can only live on in our minds. And thank goodness for that.

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INTERVENTION #13:
You Killed Gaga for FaGAGAty Ass Friday

January 29, 2010

You killed Gaga, tore her limb from limb, ripped out her gooey soft strawberry heart, guzzled her cherry pie filling brains, peeled off her skin, plucked out her eyes, ate her as a late night snack, swilled her down with beer and booze and other people’s saliva, threw her flesh all around the Playhouse and danced over her remains in fits of drunken glee.

HOW CAN YOU EVEN LOOK AT YOURSELF!?
FOR SHAME!!!

PHOTO GALLERY:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/rovingpartymachine/sets/72157623317865190/show/

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INTERVENTION #12:
Hide-A-Gay Retreat for Qteam’s Green is the New Gay

January 22, 2010

>>>> TENSION? PROCESSING?! POLYAMORY!?! FRIENEMIES!?!?? OVER STIMULATION!!!!!! ANXIETY DISORDERS!!!!!!!! <<<<

retreat retreat retreat retreat retreat retreat retreat retreat
………………………………………………………………and hide-a-gay

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INTERVENTION #11
Sloppy Execution: The Holiday Martyr Series

December 2009


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INTERVENTION #10
Faggity Ass Fronting: Sometimes We Fail, but not according to Rihanna.

December 18th, 2009

Best of intentions, worst execution.
Eclectic meats, dirty bike jokes & SUV dance parties can be very distracting.
But dear Faggity, sweet Faggity. We worked your dance floor hard.
No excuse.
We owe you one.
xo
RPM

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INTERVENTION #9
Cruise Controle: You ARE the Ultimate Fan!

November 19th, 2009

You know what’s even better then watching the extreme spectacle that is a “pop” music video? Its watching the extreme spectacle that is the “ultimate fan” youtube video. Yes for sure “She Wolf” but OMG “He Wolf” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CcQT7lH6vyQ

And the sheer number of homosexual individuals in film school making elaborate dance Gaga tributes as class projects is shocking.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7uceCz0nltQ
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2W5JeAirguo&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6wqurVyfFb4&feature=related

So RPM hauled the clunky borrowed projector and the Mac book with a kazillion loaded tabs up to Il Motore for Cruise Controle’s November Edition and projected some of the best of what we found out there.

If you want to get theoretical you could say it was an opportunity to showcase artistic production of the fan and reflect on the self-articulation, fantasy space and re-interpretative power of the viewer/reader/consumer. And how these multiple layers really speak to our cultural climate where web platforms (youtube, myspace, facebook, craigslist, wordpress, remember live journals! etc etc) offer popular, accelerated and democratized access to means of production and dissemination. And how the queer pop dance party enacts these self-made star personas through campy codes and mock serious star power posing.

Or you could say it was basically an excuse to make creepy stalker fan shirts with puff paint and sharpies. Either way. Same difference.

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INTERVENTION #8
Meta Sexual Cruisin’ @ Against the Wall.

November 14th, 2009

RPM wanted to make the ole sex party rigamarole a lil meta. A) for those whose idea of turn on is less leather and lace, more bait and switch. And B) it was seriously gonna rain. Always easier to stay cozy and jerk off in front of the computer in the comfort of your own home.
So RPM (always up for meddling in sexual encounters), figured it’d try to help that along.

Lets just say, watching a leather daddy hunch over a computer in the middle of a sex party and type a tender “missed connections” ad one finger at a time really coddles the cockles.

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INTERVENTION #7
Shameless: Cultural Pedigree is a Matter of What Tastes Best.

November 6th, 2009

Cindy and Darrell arrived quite late for the party, having endured another of their nasty shamelessly public brawls. Seems Cindy found Darrell in front of the Playstation with his big Slurp one time too many. And the measly balled up dollar bills he brought home pushing dime bags on the school yard was not gonna win her over. And so a fight ensued; big Slurp meddling in the middle when Cindy poured it all over Darrell’s floppy mop.

But as always, they were over it fast. Oysters yes, chocolate sure, but who knew slush was such an aphrodisiac? Bounding up the treacherous-when-drunk stairs of Cindy’s old haunt (The Playhouse), the two rushed over to where Ole Rover was eagerly shoving hundred dollar bills down the pants of straight boys aka kicking it with the kids and the pure pop hits. Cat-a-strofik was catastrophically distraught fearing disaster and disorder of epic proportion but was catatonic subdued with a little sugar slush- Margarita “Hundred Dollar Bills Y’all” shots were up for grabs.

Cindy spent much of the night catching up with wife Kann Dee Floss and dancing to the tunes of Lady Boo and everyone’s secret crush Diamonds Cut, while Darrell hung out with his bro Thommy P who was also throwing down a sweet shameless set. Having seen Thommy P in and out of the closet more times then he can count, Darrell was the first to hear that his buddy was in fact officially gay (again). See Darrell doesn’t judge. Some of his best friends are gay!!! They even play Miley Cyrus and Aqua. In public!!

The evening ended with a spewing sentimental Celine Dion power ballad the result of which remains unprecedented. A spontaneous sing along cuddle puddle ensued as franco, anglo, hipster, homo, hardcore and hetero homogenized in a melting pot of pure pop epic adulation. C’EST CELINE!!! They’ve always said that “true” tolerance can be found in The Power of Love. Sometimes i am frightened but I’m ready to learn….

PHOTO GALLERY:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/rovingpartymachine/sets/72157622792002020/show/

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INTERVENTION #6
Controlled Cruising: Class & Sass and the Eternal Elusive RPM Pogo.

October 31st, 2009

Halloween is RPM’s holy day. But, Halloween is everyone’s holiday right? Like really, come on. And if you’re gonna be serving slushees for a throng of gays in mad get-ups wanting to get it on, really nothing you do is gonna strike as unexpected or unwarranted right? Right.

With this in mind, RPM decided to “class” & “club” it up for Cruise Controle’s epic return at Il Motore. The club? RPM was working the floor with trays full of “Power Huss” Slushee Shots tiltering over the heads of a dancing sweaty mass. An occasional goblet landing upturned on the innocent. As someone exclaimed excitedly shucking back a slush shot, “Its like you’re trying to bring Da Club to Mile-End!!” Unity actually. RPM has never felt so truly understood. Well…till a recent bout of missed connections.

The class? Champagne towers? Check. Snotty fag-esque waiters adopting the pomp and holier then thou attitude of the dirty rich they imagine they’re serving? Check. Hunting for sugar mommas & daddies and snubbing anyone who won’t fork it out with a little flirtation? Check and Check. Extra attention to the assertive ass grabbers. As if that’s a question.

And again, the Elusive Pogo…

RPM was supposed to follow Cruise Controle with some after hours Pogos at SilverDoor. But come on. Rover was fucking wasted. Who knows where that Pogo would have ended up if Rover got his hands on it.

PHOTO GALLERY:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/rovingpartymachine/sets/72157622588773421/show/

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INTERVENTION #5
The Leftovers: Food Fight for Gender Blender & Cabaret Faux Pas @ Saphir

October 17th, 2009

What do you do with Thanksgiving leftovers and all those crusty condiments in your refrigerator door? A little mashed potato smack down while tiding up Insta-Giving cracked a door that RPM decided to shove its foot into and keep propped open. FOOD FIGHT. The kind dreams are made of. Think of it as a mix of childhood lunch ladies cafeteria, 70′s feminist performance art (symbolic womb and all), 90s gross out porn and 2009 MTV glitz and glamour. Uh i mean… as a comment on it. All of it. Yeah. DISGUSTING.

Buzzing on coffee and cider Saturday evening before ANYONE should be at Saphir, RPM built an all-white-light-bright peep show box in a “lounge” corner under the stairs to the second floor and covered everything in meatpacking plastic. Then RPM catered in the crème de la crème of condiments and leftovers: mustard, ketchup, cold and clumpy mashed potatoes, slimy Jell-O salad, chunky gravy, purple sauerkraut, relish, day old slushee, Cheez Whiz (that needed a little lezzy two finger job to get it out of the jar) and stationed it all for easy access. Then jet back up north: more hooch & getting hoochy. RPM brought in the ringers for this round; posse-fication was definitely a must for the all-white, disposable 60′s futuristic outfits and the sans pants, sunglasses at night, “what? WHAT?! Whatever” attitude required for the job.

Back to Saphir. Hit the dance floor diva-styles. Dive into the white room. Smear shit everywhere and all over. Single file it to dance floor again this time smelling and looking like RPM puked all over itself. The look of confusion and disdain on the faces of the folks flocking the dance floor was pretty spectacular, particularly the few RPM had to brush up against on the way to washing up. Enough said. Pretty fucking funny and a bit of a blur, but the most exhilarating moment of RPM’s young life to date. A roller coaster of emotion one might say. In case you can’t tell, RPM may be a little bit shell shocked.

Clean up involved a quick tear down, toss out, strip down, sop up and biking up St. Laurent in soggy underwear to hit the showers. The smeared food remnants on RPM’s belongings recall a certain 90 year old great grand mama whose food spittle still crustily coats the rotary phone in her kitchen no longer. R.I.P. Lucille. This one’s for you.

And another lesson from your grandparents… plastic covered couches equal stain resistance for the sloppy. But odor? No amount of Febreze can quell the smell of the mix of nasty thrown around that night. Kann Dee Floss can attest to the state of her Victoria’s Secret brasserie. Apologies Saphir. We know not what we do.

PHOTO GALLERY (by Logan):
http://www.flickr.com/photos/rovingpartymachine/sets/72157622616664750/show/

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INTERVENTION #4
An Astrological Omen “Up Yours” at the Playhouse

October 16th, 2009

RPM was eager to get absorbed and installed in the distinct odor of the Playhouse (a melange of yeasty bakery & syrup sweet chemical cleaner) for “Up Yours!” Friday night. With the newly developed “Astrological Omen” Slushee churning in its tank, RPM’s “hired help” fag hagged it like worn out hussys for Cat-a-Strofik’s killer renderings of such pop classics as Avril’s “Girlfriend”, and Katy Perry’s “Hot N Cold”.

“Up Yours!” was a night of surprising and scandalous sexual encounters. Not only did she spot the homo Romeo to her questioning high school Juliet, Zee Quease discovered the erotic capacity of a tattooed appendage. Spotted from across the dim lit dance floor, merely the sight and touch of such a delicately inked surface caused a grown man to quiver. Meanwhile, Gross O Lee was getting worked by the ultimate femme fatale of St.Viateur Italian coffee whose generally genial monotone “two allonges? Soya one sugar?” had turned alluringly playful in the late afternoon and downright seductive in the wee hours when she showed up at Playhouse (as teased) to visit…a bartender cousin? RPM is still unsure. Always up for a straight lady challenge, Grosso flirted with slurpee shots, heavy lifting and over familiarity. The results? It seems that ordering morning coffee now operates in a lower register, or what some might call “Laurent’s sexy voice”.

Two RPM observations from Friday:

1)Random dudes really want to carry slush machines. RPM says she’s fine, she’s okay, she can do it on her own (cause she really can) and they still insist in getting in there?! RPM can’t tell if its just classic masculinity affirmation or what, but these dudes certainly aren’t getting any slush out of it.

2) Cab drivers are very skeptical of RPM. They do not help lift. They stand, stare and look for stains.

PHOTO GALLERY (thanks Rachie):
http://www.flickr.com/photos/rovingpartymachine/sets/72157622616245834/show/

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INTERVENTION #3
DONE LIKE DINNER:
INSTA-GIVING at Depanneur Le Pick-Up

October 12th, 2009

Part insta-family dysfunction, part relish consumption of insta-dinner with a list of inpronounables, RPM elbowed its way into cozy Depanneur Le Pick-Up on Monday night for some festive Thanksgiving delight.

On the menu, flakes, crystals and powders turned edible: Instant mashed potatoes, packets of powdered gravy, sweet potatoes & marshmallow casserole, canned cranberry still firm in its molded shape, veggie piggies in blankets, instant stuffing, no name KD, a couple logs of fake ham-bacon roll, layered Jello salad with coleslaw and canned fruit stuck in suspension, spreadable Spam, Cheez Whiz spread and soft white bread cut into the shape of turkeys, and finally, the “Apple Caramel Flamer” Slushee (akin to McDonald’s “hot apple pie” & “caramel sundae” melded into a chilly boozy slush treat.) Delish. All in all, dinner took about 45 min to prepare and mostly involved adding boiling or cold water, a whalop of margarine and a splash of homo milk to pretty much everything. No teeth required… these edibles slide smoothly down the gullet.

RPM’s immediate family was mostly present… Leering Lenny was on his game, handing out slushees from his newly acquired 2006 model Slush machine. Despite having taken a tranquilizer or two with her Apple Caramel Flamer, High Strung Harriet was passive aggressively doling out the mashed potatoes and cutting glares. Uncle Arthur, recently having lived in Britain for 3/4 a year and having managed to acquire a shoddy English accent (a la Madonna) during his brief sojourn, seemed to be doing his best to stir up trouble between the hosts, and “poke” some glaring holes in his own cover marriage to Margaret. Lenny, having no issue with “the homosexuals” even if his brother turned out to be one, benefited from Margaret’s fluttering attentions. And while it soon became clear (though slightly illogical) that Harriet & Margaret were sisters as Lenny & Arthur were brothers, after a couple drinks, its hard to say exactly what any one person’s relationship was to anyone else. Thank god the children were no where to be found…probably did the smart thing and went over to their bff’s house for more traditional festive tidings.

And clearly Christmas will not be Christmas without the pitter-patter of Grandma Beaver (the Dep’s head chef) making an appearance with her rainbow knit toque and tray of sweet meats.

PHOTO GALLERY:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/rovingpartymachine/sets/72157622453723439/

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INTERVENTION #2
REBEL WITH A CAUSE

September 26th, 2009

RPM was invited to install itself at the infamous Silver Door for Rebel With a Cause, an event raising funds for an upcoming independent film by Margo St. Amour. Coming down from the previous night at Viva!, RPM decided to pump up the brat, installing itself in a cubbyhole above the bar and transforming it into a dreamy pre-teen semi-private bedroom space. Agreeable then despondent, RPM pre-teened it to a t, play posing, semi-sexualized but avoiding actual contact, dancing without restraint then retreating to sulk in their private space, suck on cotton candy and slurp up sweet boozy beverages.

RPM’s “Walking Mystery” was also out and about, offering up surprise treats to anyone who dared to take a little tug…

PHOTO GALLERY:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/rovingpartymachine/sets/72157622546415424/show/

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INTERVENTION # 1
Pulling off Performance Art like it Ain’t No Thang?
VIVA! Art Action: Over & Out Pre-Closing Party

September 25th, 2009

When attempting to describe itself, RPM usually gets one of two immediate responses. Raised questioning eyebrows and skeptical smirks are most common and quite frankly, well deserved. The other, admittedly more rare and relieving, is the slit eye satisfied nod “gold lamé and slushees?! What’s not to love?”

The latter paired with some subtle string pulling landed RPM its first gig; VIVA! Art Action’s pre-closing party at the Bain St. Michel. Now RPM seems all cock and balls but behind the metal veneer is just a couple hyperactive hypothetical 14 year olds who can barely contain themselves. Fake it till you make it one might say. Mostly they hate being misunderstood but are too twitchy and bewildered to calmly articulate their pent up ideas and best laid plans.

So it was no surprise that RPM got completely caught in the deep end, selling service with a smile as the industry requires (anyone whose worked it knows how to work it), sassing straight dudes who assume that slushees come with unspoken extras and nodding nervously at the hub of homos; a herd quick to quit that which resembles anything “fucked up” or “super straight” or “posturing poser”. And resemble that it did. Which was kinda the point. But describing blurs between commenting on, playing into and playing with got a little boring once the “Noxious Glow” started pouring. It’s easier to get drunk then explain nuance and RPM definitely downed a couple before closing up shop and jumping in the pool for Thom P’s hint hint nudge nudge dedication Gaga remix. A party is a party after all…

PHOTO GALLERY:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/rovingpartymachine/sets/72157622421851063/show/

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