Rogue Teaser Tonight! Premier of "How to Be Wicked" tomorrow night!
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Rogue Teaser Show Tonight! Opening Tomorrow Night! And More Rogue Madness!


Hail to ye, mighty Jaguarnauts!

Beware the all-seeing eye!With terrifying swiftness, the 2015 Rogue Festival is now upon us. And that means you have numerous opportunities to see me and give me money!


And the madness starts tonight with the Rogue Teaser Show! The Rogue Teaser will present a diverse sampler of performances from this year’s Rogue — plus you’ll have a chance to meet and mingle with performers, so your eyes can glaze over while you listen to someone you’re not certain has ever had a real job prattle about her one-woman show that deconstructs the gender roles inherent in the baked goods industry by rolling around in flour on stage.


You’ll also get to see me give a small taste of my Rogue show for 2015, “How to Be Wicked: The Easy Course for Beginners.”


The Rogue Teaser begins tonight at 7 p.m. at the Tower Theater. Tickets to the Rogue Teaser are an eye-poppingly usurious $10. (I mean, c’mon, they know the same information is in the Rogue Map, right?) To get ripped off online, visit The Rogue Teaser Ticketleap page.


I don't trust him.And tomorrow night is the world premier of “How to Be Wicked!”


Isn’t morality simply a tool for social control? And isn’t goodness just the bad habit of letting yourself be defeated? “How to Be Wicked” will show you how to subvert your social conditioning and use the science of applied wickedness to take charge of your life. It’s Nietzsche meets Oprah in the most practical self-help seminar you’ll ever attend.


I have a feeling that these shows are going to sell out, so buy your ticket online now


Showtimes are:


Friday, February 27, at 10:15 p.m.


Saturday, February 28, at 5:30 p.m.


Thursday, March 5, at 9:00 p.m.


Saturday, March 7, at 8:00 p.m.


All performances are at Veni Vidi Vici, 1116 N. Fulton, in Fresno’s Tower District.


Tickets are $5, payable in cash, debit, or credit at the door, or buy online at


Remember, you need to have an official Rogue BDSM Restraint Cuff™ to get into Rogue shows this year. The Rogue BDSM Restraint Cuff™ costs a mere $3, and contributes to a slush fund that the Rogue producers will never give a public accounting for. Buy your Rogue BDSM Restraint Cuff™ at any Rogue venue, or buy online at at


Visit my never-updated website at, and receive mysterious oracles from beyond by following me on Twitter @jaguarbennett.


And vent your outrage against “How to Be Wicked” on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram using the hashtag #jagwicked!

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