The Extinction Cabaret

You’ll feel discomfort and you’ll feel outrage and I’ll feel fine

This is an old piece of mine that has been updated a bit. With Cultural Futurist Salon II - Cabaret of Secrets soon approaching, it feels like a good time to share. Enjoy!

A performer named Climax Change is going to speak her truth. She’ll create her own praxis with her theories of death and eroticism. She’s just another Sylvia Plath in this factory of dissent, but I’ll always be there to support Climax Change in her transgressive performance art. Why don’t you join us at the Extinction Cabaret? George Soros was caught visiting the Verso Loft after we staged a union strike, so the Tyranny of Protest (TOP) must be acknowledged. We must be allowed to form an Extinction Cabaret as a result of this struggle session. Climax Change must be allowed to act with liberty at all times. If Climax Change cannot speak her truth, all is lost.

We have the most diverse women at the Extinction Cabaret. All genders, all views, all races, and all walks of life. Some are depraved, some are disgusted, and others are absolute tankies. Some flirted with the bad guys in that one extremist movement online. Others were mutilated by the dozen as they joined the wrong biker gangs during their most desperate moments. Nevertheless, they continued to speak their truth. Climax Change was there from the beginning. Her theories of death and eroticism grew stronger as the political climate grew deeper into the abyss.

I support Climax Change till the bitter end. I love the way she burns herself on stage with hot lava. I love the way her fire sparks as she screams about death and destruction and the end of civilization. I love the way she whispers about hate to the wealthy patrons who fantasize about mutilating her. Like they could even do it in a creative way! I love the way she works her way up in the cancelsphere as she struggles to pay rent in her warehouse. Climax Change is my sister, and I love her like I love Angelina Jolie in Foxfire.

The Extinction Cabaret is the place to be. We’re all canceled here, and that is why we have the freedom to perform this way. We have nothing to lose, so our performances are going to be the most authentic you’ve ever seen. You’ll feel discomfort and you’ll feel outrage and I’ll feel fine. I don’t want you here if you don’t understand this, so maybe you should go back to the Verso Loft and attempt to get in with the people who think you’re too problematic. You can go back to where you belong. I’m fine here.

I’m fine here at the Extinction Cabaret. I’m fine watching Climax Change perform as she pours blood all over herself and screams that the species is being terminated. I’m fine watching all the new Climax Changers sign up to perform at the show. I’m enjoying my position at this factory of dissent, and Sylvia Plath is in my heart. I know, when it really comes down to it, that we’ll get the funding we need to produce our burlesque show against society.