What could be better for cleansing yourself of the awkwardness of post-family holiday trauma than shedding a humorous light on the awkwardness of coitus? (Seriously, the word alone is like the EGOT winner of awkward.) Bare will be bringing together storytellers, comedians, sex educators, and others to Union Hall to share (based on their own experiences of sex, desire and romance) genuine tales of triumph, woe, and all that got laid in between. With the self-described ability to “open doors to bedrooms, back seats and dungeons,” it should help alleviate that one thousandth retelling of that thing your uncle did that one time, and all for the low ticket price of $8. But to those looking to prolong that weirded-out feeling associated with spending too much time surrounded by family sauced up on too much booze, they also promise “to tell what your mama left out about the birds, bees and in-betweens.” See? Knew your mother was going to make it in there somehow.
