Clown Cult

"As I climbed up a narrow staircase bathed in red light, a towering clown in a thong fishnet suit and whiteout contact lenses descended past me, and at the top, I was greeted by a giddy clown with golden ram horns protruding from their head who handed me a party hat and a noisemaker."

This is what happens when 'impropriety' is used as a force for good - for connection, community, and care. The thought of attending something like this strikes horror into my introverted heart (audience participation gives me nightmares!), but I'm deeply, deeply glad it exists.