Spring cleaning at my house always turns up treasures that have been sitting around uncategorized for far too long. Today’s finds included the DVD-R full of photos from the 2009 Dallas Suscon hosted by Allen Falkner. It was one of my first times using a long since stolen Leica D-lux 3 camera, with this photo of Erik ‘The Lizardman’ Sprague being my favorite shot of the bunch.
Because body modification and ritual are not only powerful tools for self discovery and definition but also stand as strong and potentially influential statements to others thereof, they represent a significant threat to those who reject their uniqueness and the systems and processes that rely upon viewing people as members of a category or their designated job title.- Erik Sprague1
Later on this year (I want to say September or October) will mark the 20th anniversary of the the launch of the spcOnline site, which originated a lot of the content I post here on Sacred Debris. Twenty years and so many people have come and gone from my life- true eccentrics who live up to the promise that body modification shouldn’t be the most interesting thing about you regardless of how interesting your body modifications are.
One of the longest friendships I’ve maintained has been with a former PhD student turned sideshow performer named Erik Sprague. Despite SPC being primarily history oriented I occasionally ran new content, including the lip and tongue tattoos of a not quite Lizard. A few decades later I’m running the photo as history, so I suppose time has caught up with us both.
I always found Erik’s thoughts on body modification culture (and culture in general) to be worth listening to, so if you haven’t checked out his book “Once More Through the Modified Looking Glass” you should absolutely put it on your reading list: http://www.thelizardman.com/book.html
“Hey, Rube!” is a slang phrase most commonly used in the United States by circus and traveling carnival workers (“carnies”), with origins in the middle 19th century. It is a rallying call, or a cry for help, used by carnies in a fight with outsiders. It is also sometimes used to refer to such a fight: “The clown got a black eye in a Hey, Rube.” -Wikipedia
My social networking streams are all polluted by discussion of the latest episode of Ink Master; instead of rotting my brain with “the worst thing to happen to tattooing since Hepatitis C” I’ve queued up this fun little short film starring Canada’s sweethearts Burnaby Q. Orbax and Sweet Pepper Klopek- the Monsters of Schlock.
The day they filmed my segment I was nursing a 103* fever, so I don’t remember a lot of it. I was also 70lbs heavier than I am these days so seeing chubby, medicated me ramble on is kind of weird, but ultimately better than Ink Master.
Directly or indirectly, I’m not sure the Sacred Debris project would have happened without these two gentlemen. Last year was a rough one, losing Shannon Larratt and Josh Burdette within a few months of each other. The memorial that we put together in Philadelphia for Shannon brought out lots of old friends; some of us are getting to the age where nostalgia is starting to take a more important role in our lives, and sitting back with Josh Burdette, telling stories about the old days and how soon enough our exploits back in the ‘middle school’ of body modification would likely be forgotten or never known.
Several months later I’d get the call that Josh had exited the world on his own terms.
His passing took a lot out of me and I booked myself a bus ticket to Toronto, heading up to the Toronto International Film Festival to see a movie about my favorite director- who Shannon and I once contacted about shooting a ModCon documentary- and before I knew it I found myself standing in front of Shannon’s old house. The one he lived in when I first met him. The one that hosted the original BME/BBQs that drew friends from all over the world who often got together in the freezing cold of winter or blistering heat of summer to have fun, do modification work and just relax being surrounded by people who understood.
Saying goodbye to Shannon and Josh- being comforted by nostalgia and fearful that our memories- and the memories of the generation(s) that came before us- was a big motivator in starting this blog. That just gives us all another reason to thank these two really amazing souls.
Shannon Larratt in Detroit 1998: The first time I met him in person, the girl I was traveling with wanted to put her hands through his lobes. We did this in a Detroit hotel- a few hours later we had created what would become the MODCON events.
Josh Burdette in Philadelphia 1999: Erik ‘the Lizardman’ Sprague invited us to see him perform- as AMAGO- with the Jim Rose Circus Sideshow at the Electric Factory. Afterwards, Josh and I, along with a few friends, decided to keep the fun going at the South Street Diner where we played the always popular “what can fit in my lobes” game to the delight/horror of the rest of the restaurant.
I’ve been lucky in my life to have spent time with some truly inspiring friends.
How do you write an article about an event so private, so secretive, that it’s guests were made to sign nondisclosure agreements? Easy. Just be one of the ones who didn’t sign. Over the last fifteen years, the ModCon events have been shrouded in mystery. Fight Club jokes aplenty- the first rule of Modcon is that you don’t talk about ModCon and so on.
But today, we’re going to do just that. In a continuing series of articles on my life in the modern Body Modification community I’ve decided to shed a little light on ModCon; where the idea first came from, the 1998 event that never happened and more.
Obviously there will be a lot left out for the sake of discretion (as well as keeping some of the mystery) but if you’re a geek for this sort of thing… read on.
While it’s true that I first met Shannon Larratt in 1995 via Rec.Arts.Bodyart, I didn’t meet him in person until I picked him up at Detroit Michigan GREYHOUND bus terminal in 1998. We had planned to meet in Toronto but things didn’t work out. Thankfully fate was on our side, bringing Shannon to the states to purchase a kit car and to spend some time in a luxury hotel suite in Detroit talking about Body Modification all night.
Eventually, given our meeting place, the conversation turned to ‘hotel parties’- something relatively common at the time where extreme modification practitioners and clients would meet up at tattoo conventions and do underground surgery in their hotel rooms. I had been to quite a few thanks to my friendship with Jack Yount, but Shannon was thinking that it was time for something with a little more polish.
“What do you think about a Modification convention?”
He was sipping a Pepsi and eating Cadbury mini eggs when ModCon came into being. From there on out, we riffed. “What if” and “Wouldn’t it be cool”. I was to begin working on it as soon as I returned to Florida. Things moved pretty quickly after that. Shannon drew the now iconic ModCon logo. I arranged a VFW Hall (where underground S/M parties were often held) as our event location and a list of practitioners being created by Shannon and I.
That’s when we hit a snag. I’ve mentioned that Shannon and I often butted heads; ModCon98 was one of those times. While we wanted to create a safe space for people interested in heavy/advanced/extreme surgical procedures, Shannon and I had a difference of opinion on how heavy we were willing to go. He had talked to a few folks interested in getting or doing castrations, and I felt that for legal liability we shouldn’t go quite that far on site. We tried for compromise but eventually it was a stalemate with neither of us budging. The event was going to be funded by Shannon/BME, but it was going to be organized and facilitated by me/SPC. If anything were to happen to one of our guests the liability (not to mention moral responsibility) would fall on me, and since I didn’t know any of the clients/cutters personally I drew a line.
With that, ModCon98 was over before it started. Plans changed from Florida to Toronto, from 1998 to 1999 to accomodate for castrations- a procedure for the sake of 100% full disclosure never happened at any of the five events.
When the 1999 event happend, the Body Modification world was much different than it is now. The average age of attendees was probably mid 30s, with most trending older. Sexuality played a much bigger role in the lives of attendees than aesthetics, with some of the cutters (the term we gave our practitioners) being longterm players in both the gay and straight BDSM communities. While later events would get criticized by some guests as ‘implant factories’, the first one was more about sexual modification; saline infusions, urethral dilations, subincisions.
The event was scheduled for one day, but by the end of the first evening with so many folks in town Shannon gave me the go-ahead to tell people that if they wanted to come back the next day… we’d be there. Shannon had lofty goals of contracting Joel-Peter Witkin to document the event for free (and donate the prints back to him… I’m not sure he realized how much an original Witkin print went for) but luckily went instead with a young Toronto based photographer (and BME member) named Philip Barbosa. Phil became an integral part of the ModCon (and BME. And Scarwars) family, documenting the largest assembled group of heavily modified people in history. The photos from the first three events that Phil took are as iconic as the works of Gatewood, who himself turned the world on to ‘Modern Primitives’ through his friendship with Fakir Musafar and Jim Ward. Phil’s work is often overlooked in the history of Body Modification- people think that the photos just magically appeared in the books or perhaps that Shannon took them…. but Phil was there, camera in hand as well as helping organize the events with Shannon and I for all five. Without him… ModCon as you know it wouldn’t have existed.
Prior to flying up, Shannon hadn’t told me much about the location that we were going to hold the event. Had the 1998 event happened we had a nice modern VFW Hall with all of the amenities we’d need… but for MC1, the space was sketchy to say the least; a building that was being refurbished and was unoccupied save for the exposed walls and drywall dust. One thing that’s been a constant (Scarwars 3 anyone? Suscon?) in underground bodymod events is a lack of a good space and this one… good lord. But we made do, making history with the world first organized gathering of Advanced Body Modification fans.
It was like coming home. Despite the years that’ve passed I still have incredibly vivid memories of that first event; the comfort I felt being surrounded by people who understood me. There was Buddy (amputee) and ToeCutter (amputee) talking about the joy of stump sex while Spidergod5 (later The Lizardman) sat a few feet away talking about tattoos. There was the sweet old methodist Minister who looked like someone’s Grandpa but who had castrated men in numbers cresting triple digits talking to the youngish girl with the bald head and thick glasses.
The getting to know you phase led into people going into the ‘procedure’ rooms where the surgery began. The majority of the modifications done at the first event were genital mods, which was the intended goal of the event. Minimum entry to get in was ‘a split something’ or extensive piercings. Over the course of the subsequent four events the criteria changed; again something I disagreed with. But for the first event we found ourselves documenting extreme circumcisions, subincisions and transscrotals.
Strangely though, the most memorable incident at MC1 was Britney Spears and the fire trucks.
Turns out that our event space was across the street from the hotel hosting Britney on her first big Canadian tour. As we walked down our quiet alley getting ready for day one of ModCon, we noticed a few dozen news van parked in the lot across from us. There was word of an angry photographer, shunned by Shannon, who promised to be cruising Toronto looking for us- our first thought when we saw the media was that he had spilled the beans and here were the reporters who would be documenting our arrest. Thankfully they were they for Brit and not us, and as long as we kept a low profile, we’d be fine.
So when someone suggested that Erik (Spidergod5/Amago/The Lizardman) do a FIRE PLAY DEMO indoors… I’m really not sure why Shannon and I didn’t say no. Even when the fire alarm was tripped we still didn’t think it was that terrible an idea.. that is until we realized that some of our practitioners were in the middle of surgery; that we had two people attached to saline bags on IV stands. That we couldn’t shut the alarm off and that at some point… the fire department would arrive, forcing a room full of people trying to stay off the radar (and some not fully clothed) into the streets… across the lot from the international media. Not ones to learn from our mistakes, we encouraged Erik to do more fireplay outside of the venue while we tried desperately to get the fire alarm to turn off!
These are the kinds of things that happened at the ModCon events. I know I’ve managed to write over 1500 words (and counting) about a Body Modification event and not really touch on many of the procedures, but ultimately once the modifications healed (or were abandoned) the sense of community remained. We finally came out of the closet. Instead of covert meetings in hotel rooms we were all gathered together as a family. Eunuchs and amputees, genital modifications and forked tongues…. we had a home. We had something that was exclusively ours; an event you couldn’t even buy your way into.
While all of the ModCon events were amazing in their own way, that first one will always hold a special place in my heart. Event rules and traditions started here; the ’round table’ where we went around the room introducing ourselves, talking about our modifications and where we came from, setting up portraits to document the people who wear these procedures… everything that we eventually took for granted started right there in that room.
In future articles I’ll talk more about the other four events if there’s an interest- maybe even talk to Phil and Monte and the other diehards who attended all five. While my interests these days run a lot less extreme I’ll still always be proud of the influence ModCon had on the attendees as well as the people who only knew about us from the books (which I was staunchly against.. but again.. another article!) or digital media.
This article was originally published on 05.17.2013 on BME’s MODBlog.