invites KHIDI Club & EERIE Collective BA-CCH-ANA-L A word that spills out of itself, half divine, half obscene.
Bacchus, god of intoxication, rupture, and excess. Not a god you worship, but a god you become. His rites were never about losing control, they were techniques for dismantling it.
The Bacchanal was a portal where trance became revelation, where pleasure cracked open new worlds. Now, fifteen years into our dance, we return to that gateway.
But this time, we enter it from behind. BA-CCH-ANA-L An analogue of ecstasy.
The ANUS as a modern altar: open, circular, endless.
A site of rupture and return. A threshold. A transgressive portal where power collapses, where pleasure detonates and gender dissolves.
It resists production, procreation, purpose.
It is the gap in normativity, the exit from the known.
The anus remembers nothing, yet promises everything. Every beat is a gulp of sacred wine. Every drop of sweat, a libation to chaos. Every body, a vessel. Every hole, divine. This is not nostalgia for fifteen years gone by, but intoxication for what comes next:
a collective delirium, a queer rite of disintegration and rebirth.
A summoning of every scream, kiss, breakdown, and breakthrough that has passed through our (w)hole. Let’s celebrate the pleasure of excess,
the politics of surrender,
the art of being too much. Fifteen years of GEGEN.
Fifteen years of filth.
Fifteen years of you.
