I grew up obsessed with the world of Andy Warhol.  Amazingly, I’m now a work colleague of one of his famed 1960s superstars and underground film actors, Taylor Mead, who just turned an impressive 86.  (He was already middle-aged when he joined the Factory clique.)

On Mondays we have back-to-back time slots at the Bowery Poetry Club.  He reads his poetry and strolls down memory lane, then sticks around for my Bingo gig, playing along as his pills-and-liquor high kicks in.

Taylor is delightfully ornery, irreverent and trés gay.  Although he rarely remembers my name, we have a good rapport.  The evidence: My interview with him on this video reel.

 

Happy Birthday, Taylor!  I admire your stamina!

Who’s the chick on the cover of the new issue of Next, the NYC gay nightlife magazine?

OMG!  It’s postmodern drag queen Taylor Mac, who normally serves surrealism.

For Next, photographer–makeup artist Karl Giant transformed her into a sexy glamour gal.   “I thought I’d give them fish,” says Taylor.

 

 

Her versatility has me absolutely green with envy.  After all these years I’m still trying to achieve cunty realness!

Miss Mac is promoting a new show, The Walk Across America for Mother Earth, at LaMaMa Theater.  It comes after her triumphant summer extravaganza, Lily’s Revenge, which I adored.

Pretty and talented Taylor Mac.  I’m gonna cut that bitch!

Confirmed!  Promoter and nightlife sensation Ladyfag has asked me to join her this Saturday as a guest host at her weekly mix-mingle-and-dance affair, Family Function.

The location is the East Village bar Woody’s, which I rather like for its slick décor.  It’s a nice change from the “gay rustic” motif favored by most of the neighborhood’s homo haunts, including Woody’s next-door neighbors, Urge and the Cock.  (The block is a bar-hopper’s delight!)

My job duties for Function Function include socializing and sipping cocktails.  I think I can do it!

Love to have you join me!

(As you’ll notice, I’ve included Family Function in my Events Calendar on my Home Page.  It’s where I list all my upcoming appearances.)


After receiving a historical photo yesterday, out of the blue I got some more today from my friend Thairin in California.   One in particular struck a chord.

On the left is a baby-faced Justin Bond, who Thairin didn’t realize I had just written about the other day.  (I reported on her name change to Justin Vivian Bond.)

On the right is my wondrous friend Page, who no longer walks the Earth.

Or does she?

After I got the photo I happened to look at my datebook.  It’s Page’s birthday.

I know this sounds a bit wacky, but this is hardly the first time that Page has sent me a psychic message—from beyond the grave!  I guess she got Thairin in on the action this time, too.


Happy Birthday Page!  Thanks for reminding me!

 

(Thairin also posted about our encounter!  At the WOW Report, the blog from the production company World of Wonder.)