Palagia was the queen of the baroque sex parties which were a phenomenon in the Manhattan of the early oughts, but I had been studying the geography well before I went to Palagia’s party, familiarizing myself with a narrative which swiftly resolved itself into vivid vignettes and surreal sound-bites.
The room at Webster Hall was furnished with a couple of pool-tables at one of which I saw a five woman group, one wearing a tutu and space boots, another torn fishnet stockings and a skull on the seat of her knickers.
At another a beefy guy wearing black vinyl hot pants was playing pool with a troll.