Every year, Eros Zine editor Thomas Roche and a San Francisco sex club, dungeon or dive bar full of his closest friends and hated rivals gather together to explore all the darkest themes of love and romance -- psycho girlfriends with nutty exes, boyfriends with skid marks, and heartache, heartache, heartache!
I know, I know -- for this, you want we should pay ten dollars? But what makes this event slightly different than your run-of-the-mill group drunken crying jag at the Zeitgeist is that My Sucky Valentine peels back the rotting rose petals of romance that cover the fragrant bud of sleaze. Many of San Francisco's best-loved erotica writers step away from their usual sex-positive selves and mingle their appreciation of the nastier side of sex with bitter and downright admissions about how wrong it can go.
