The Black Party—the legendary Saturday-night debauch annually held in March at the Roseland Ballroom—attracts something like 5,000 revelers for a gigantic whoop-de-do that starts edgy, gets raunchy, and ends up in need of paper towels. The bash attracts gays from all over the world, who not only thrill to the leather and fetish performances studded through the night, but inevitably start re-enacting them around the crevices of the club, oinking it up for anonymous sex scenes that manage to appall both the religious right and the gay community itself. "These heathens do things that aren't approved by the Bible," some Catholic organization rep will generally screech when word gets out about the heinous acts of hole filling. Duh. Anyway, the smart Black Party queen will take a breakfast break in the morning, then head back to the Roseland at around 10 a.m. for the second wave of giving God the finger.