8 p.m.
The Falcon
819 E. Washington St.
407-423-2788
thefalconbar.com
free
As much as Orlando tries to give off a stale air of prudishness while cleverly concealing its wiggling dirty bits in its unincorporated commercial nether regions, we are, and always have been, a dirty whore. And we’re not just talking about strip clubs, Prudence. Even the highbrows of the local art community have been known to dip into the gutter on occasion, most notably at the soft-core-naked-sushi-boob-athon Nude Nite (just around the corner on Feb. 14, coincidentally). This month the dirty minds at the Falcon raise the Vaseline-lens stakes with a full-frontal assault: porn. Details are scarce – some of the contributors will be local notables such as Karen Russell and Brendan O’Connor – but if the event poster is to be believed, you can expect to feel twinges of panty delight and probably a little more awkward than you do when eating raw fish off of a naked lady’s armpit. Good old-fashioned porn! Smut! You like that don’t you. Slap! – Billy Manes
