![]() ![]() We are given instructions and masks and descend into the McKittrick Hotel (remember, not actually a hotel). I’m sorry? What were you thinking feminist brain? Where you having thoughts? Have you seen what’s going on over here at this table, though?Īfter the dinner, a curtain is drawn around the head table and the Heath’s host sings us a song before sending us off to the Sleep No More show. I mean, couldn’t at least one of the virgins be a dude? Isn’t this a tired trope? But the queer side of my brain is completely immersed in watching one woman slowly feed a blind-folded woman a bite of lamb. ![]() The feminist side of my brain is reeling a bit at this whole virgin/whore/sacrifice thing. It seems these are the virgin sacrifices, the lambs for the slaughter. The womens’ feet are bathed and they are seated at the table, still blind folded, to be fed slowly by the other guests, whose faces are covered in metallic gold. During the meal, the guests of the head table, where a dark-haired woman seemed to be hosting, start bringing in the women in white one by one. At first, it seems they might be mannequins, but then I see the lip of one woman quiver, just slightly. As we walk in, we pass be a strange sight of women in white dresses and red blindfolds, frozen in doll-like poses inside the windows of an old train car. We are dressed as “wrath” and “envy,” respectively. The theme of the evening is Inferno, the Seven Deadly Sins. It starts off with the Last Supper, for which we are seated at long tables in their on-site restaurant, the Heath. It is our first McKittrick party and we are buzzing with excitement. Tonight is the infamous McKittrick Halloween party, one of the most talked about events of the year. Photo Credit: Alick Crossley for V Magazine The Autostraddle Encyclopedia of Lesbian Cinema.LGBTQ Television Guide: What To Watch Now. ![]()
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