Saturnalia

by Paul Burress

To paraphrase Apocalypse Now, "I do love the smell of latex in the evening; it is the smell of victory." From the minds of the dark fetishists who brought you the Libertine Ball comes "Saturnalia: An Intergalactic Celebration of Dark Fantasy." Timed to echo the wild Roman parties held in mid-December in honor of the god Saturn, the ball organizers hope to make sure all five senses are stimulated. Like past events, there is a strict dress code, though Saturnalia will be a bit more forgiving: Though Iggy Pop-style metallic pants or metallic sneakers are a go, your "normal Joe" white or canvas sneakers are a no. Sci-fi inspired plunges into exotic wear and good ol' fashion leather, latex and PVC clothing are all encouraged (as is black-tie formal wear). For those who are disobedient to fashion requirements (and someone is always disobedient) there's the prospect of being stripped down to their unmentionables for the entirety of the evening. The Ball will host all manner of entertainment, including the seething Dance Planet, the secret pleasures of Planet Pain (a first-aid station will be in place), and Femme Planet, where all butches, bois and grrls can go for a little privacy. If all this playtime leaves you a bit haggard, recline into Planet Pamporium, where you can relax, wipe your feet on Mr. Rugman and order up a host of offerings at the Service Salon. A brief price breakdown shows that pleasure can come cheap: $1 will get you a latex or footwear tongue shine, while for $3 you can get a latex spray polish, shoe shine or three-minute foot massage. Tip at your own discretion for such godly treats.

"Saturnalia: An Intergalactic Celebration of Dark Fantasy," Sat., Dec. 21, 9 p.m.-2 a.m., $15-$20, 1616 Locust St., 215-829-4986.