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Sex Pistils at the Oz Council Bathhouse

green orgyDrat! I’m LGBTQI2-S friendly[i], as everyone knows, but I missed the chance to visit the taxpayer-supported Ecosexual Bathhouse at Sydney’s Liveworks Festival a fortnight ago. The Bathhouse is intended to help save the planet from climate catastrophe by enabling people like me to have erotic experiences with earth-borne creatures such as slugs.

The Ecosexual Bathhouse is the queer/environmental creation of Perth art group Pony Express, comprising US expatriate academic Loren Kronemyer and playwright Ian Sinclair. It was also a feature of Melbourne’s Next Wave Festival  in the Botanic Gardens last May. The Australia Council gave Sinclair a $29,998 development grant  for the Bathhouse in May last year and a further $26,999 last November (total $56,997).

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The Bathhouse also got $20,000 from the WA Department of Culture and the Arts, and $4000 from the federal government-supported Creative Partnerships Australia.

The Bathhouse attendants wear towels and lingerie. In the “Pollination Hall” friends, sometimes called “fronds”, pollinate orchids by hand, using a finger condom given to them by the maître d’.

The dark room in the installation, according to the grant application, has a “shape- shifting dominatrix [who] inhabits this room, a sort of dungeon where she performs the seduction dances of various animals.  Throughout the night, the [dominatrix] leaves her room and selects audience members one by one, whom she blindfolds and brings to her room. Other audiences can voyeuristically peer through the translucent wall to watch the dances.”

The dances include:

Slug Sex: The dominatrix uses UV light “to illuminate a trail of goo, which she produces in a graceful, entwining dance. Music is a lugubrious, downbeat, sensual song. Projector displays video of 
the phenomenal slug copulatory behavior.” 


Cuttlefish: The dominatrix slowly approaches audience “and fans them with undersea-like 
movements, before encircling them in her wings then darting away. Music is gentle and sweeping; projection shows microscope video of a cuttlefish’s color-changing skin.”

In the Exploration Area, there’s a   “composting glory hole” [ii], in which audiences can dip their hands through a living grass cover to feel and hear the amplified sensation of a worm farm below.” There is also a “devolution tub”, where participants sit in front of a pond growing in a tub and trigger a phone- sex conversation with the pond itself.

Sex-toy accessories include the “Squirter”— a strap-on spray bottle that permits the wearer to moisten plant and human species alike. If you’re wearing the “Paw” (a restricting glove), the dominatrix will tie you to a rock

“and, clad in a snakeskin bodysuit and a ring-gag, perform her slithering dance and drool all over you: a snake preparing to digest her prey.”

I could also have enjoyed “bespoke ‘ecoporno’ films that apply pornographic conventions to footage of the environment”. In one clip (below), a naked woman rolls around with an enormous WA banksia flower until it rains pollen over her face.

pistil packin' mama

The Bathhouse offers a route for surviving the Anthropocene from the “devastating forces unleashed by global capital”.  Pony Express’s Kronemyer explains, “Everything is crashing down around us, and our response is orgiastic decadence, rather than increasing austerity and self-containment.” It’s a “palliative strategy” that will help us make our apocalypse “more mutual, comfortable, maybe even pleasurable.”

The venture also protests at the “literal rape of nonhumans” involved in genetically-modified cropping and artificial insemination.

The Pony Express duo’s  inspiration for the work was a text by two Californian performance art theorists, Dr Annie Sprinkle and Dr Elizabeth Stevens, titled The Ecosex Manifesto.

Ex-porn star Dr Sprinkle on her last Melbourne theatre show had audience members inspecting her cervix with a speculum. She pushes stranger boundaries than that:

“Like when I ate some peyote buttons in the Arizona desert and made love with a big, erect, suaro cactus. There was no touching of the cactus for obvious reasons, but I swear, that cactus and I exchanged our sexual energies.”

Sprinkle describes herself as “a sybaritic cougar with ecosexual tendencies…I am new bride, recently married to the Earth, the Sky and the Sea, and engaged to marry the Moon.”

Her partner Dr Stephens developed her ecosexuality as a boarder at swanky Chatham Hall school in Virginia.  With the aid of marijuana, MD 20/20, a few Quaaludes, and a little acid,  she and friends created visions of an ecosexual revolution: “We econuns loved nothing better than to go out into the hay fields, strip naked and commune with the earth, the sky and the water.” She followed up with cocaine-fuelled alcoholism in Boston.

Obviously, ecosexuality has an impeccable pedigree, is climate-friendly and is deserving of taxpayer support. It can’t be long before ecosexuality is included in the Safe Schools Curriculum.

Tony Thomas’s book of essays, That’s Debatable – 60 Years in Print, is available here



[i] Lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, transsexual, queer, questioning, and 2-Spirit.

[ii] A ‘glory hole’ permits sex between two men separated by a wall

11 comments
  • Salome

    You left ‘Intersex’ out of the first footnote. Doubtless you’ve offended someone.

    • Jody

      Probably a cis-gender polemic.

  • Geoffrey Luck

    No comments? We’re speechless!

    • Egil Nordang

      Speechless works for me.
      I have no speech.
      So I feel safe.

  • Keith Kennelly

    I wish someone would give me $80,000 to display my sexual proclivities, but I think everybody would baulk at seeing … and I’d probably be arrested.

    Im involved in the arts, poetry, and was at a ‘poetry’ recital in West End. One poet got up and announced that that morning he had had an erection. A comment came from the rear of the audience ‘ it can’t have been very big”. The poet amid much laughter slunk off stage pretty promptly.

  • [email protected]

    Tony Thomas deserves a gold medal or some other worthy recognition for what must have been an agonising experience, i.e. putting into words such a sickly demented set of idiocies.

  • Rob Brighton

    It is hilarious right up until I write out this months tax cheque.

  • Andrew Campbell

    Drat. As a Christian I have to obey the words of Christ (and Paul) and pay my taxes.

  • Jody

    Has this anything to do with the Bathists party?

  • glenda ellis

    I hope (wish) that this is a hoax. Must be my age showing, but if this is true/serious then Australians have more to worry about than the Test Cricket team.

  • John L Devlin

    I did a speed read through the article as I became more aware of the subject matter.
    The synapses or whatever the correct term is were not registering a single neuron of interest when TT reported on the activities of the morons amongst us – they are an unwanted but undeniable part of the landscape – and I continued with the expectation that the comments might be amusing at least.
    But yet another reminder of the absurd largesse of those bloody clerks entrusted with the nation’s housekeeping caused the usual lightning storm and I needed a quick beer. I should be assured of a government beer grant because if I should ever run out – wha? – I might race out and snot the nearest public servant in retribution.

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