Monthly Archives: February 2011

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WHAT: Last night’s fab bash thrown by chic “transversal style magazine” Candy, which is published in Madrid.

WHY: Kiss goodbye to NYC Fashion Week.

WHERE: Le Bain, the rooftop bar and lounge at the Standard Hotel, offering gorgeous skyline views!

 

Rumi Missabu, right, of the legendary gender-bending hippie troupe the Cockettes, was in town from San Francisco.

 

Fashion plate Sophia Lamar and Candy founder and publisher Luis Venegas.

Luis Venegas, Sophia Lamar, Candy Magazine

Touchy-feely performers Nath Ann and Justin Bond.

Photographer-artist Jeremy Kost (thanks for the invite!) and madcap journalist Gerry Visco.

Paul Mpagi Sepuya, photographer of sexy guys and currently an artist-in-residence at the Studio Museum in Harlem.

Darn, my photo came out blurry of this cute Spanish duo—Pepino (Check out his great party pix) and La Crawford, star of Candy‘s premiere issue.

Another Spanish beauty.

Me and the always amazing Amanda Lepore.  Guess which one of us is really a man!

Kenny, eternal queen of the nightlife.

 

They chronicle the trannie scene—Samara Riviera, left, and Sassy.

 

Stylist Cameron Cooper and leather designer Zana Bayne.  She shot some fab pix of the event, too!

 

It was a wild night!  Muchas gracias Candy!

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Mother Flawless Sabrina, age 73, was top bitch on Friday at NYC’s LGBT Center.

The premiere of multi-media artist Zackary Drucker‘s celebratory short film At Least You Know You Exist, in which she explores her relationship with her “grandma” Flawless, was followed by a screening of the fascinating time-capsule documentary The Queen, about a 1967 DQ pageant with Flawless at the helm.

The Center, dysfunctional as always, provided a dinky screen and a bumbling tech crew.  Oh well, the DIY circumstances were kind of artsy.

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The next night I hung out with Shaquanda Coca Mulatta, who took me to a house party in Chelsea packed with gay Egyptians celebrating the dawning of a new era for their homeland!  Such great energy!  No pix from the bash, but she and I did get a sappy VD portrait during the course of the night.

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On Sunday, I hosted a benefit for the activist group Queer Rising.  The highlight for me was a rousing performance by the band Transgendered Jesus, fronted by captivating Anne Hanavan.  Rock on!

Then it was off to Don Hill’s for a performance by Goon Squad.  Their novelty look—faces completely obscured by wigs—is a hoot and their music is good!  (Miss Guy from the Toilet Boys is the lead singer.)

And who should I run into but my pal Sultana, another Egyptian ecstatic about Mubarak’s departure.  How cute, we were both in red for Valentine’s Day weekend.  (Yes, I wore the same dress two nights in a row!)

An entire weekend of love, love, love for my fellow homosapiens!

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Took a trip down memory lane yesterday when I met for a tea-time chat with long-time nightlife promoter Chip Duckett.

Among the topics: Queerdonna, the obese Madonna-obsessed impersonator who Chip used to hire quite frequently in the mid-1990s.  Talk about a novelty act!

Queerdonna, who was really a young Greek-American guy from Queens, eventually faded from the scene and died in 2000, with some news accounts reporting her weight at over 500 pounds.

I got to know her a little when she and I and some other New York queens were flown to Toronto to be part of a daytime talk show.

Her exposed titties causes quit a stir with the audience.

After the filming, some of us went out to eat, and I remember she picked up the check.  That was nice of her.

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As a busy Bingo hostess, I’m forever on the hunt for crowd-pleasing prizes.  Honey, I could write an entire book on where to shop in NYC for budget knickknacks, baubles and trinkets.

I buy ’em and give away!  Into my apartment and then out!  But once in a great while an item will tickle my fancy so much that I gotta keep it, at least for a while.

On my way to dine last night at my friend Roberto’s Spanish Harlem abode, I got this pair of adorable seven-inch tall elephant statues ($1.19 each).  They’re now on my window mantle, cheering up the whole room.

Until I give some lucky Bingo winner the chance to own them, they’re my new roommates.  Don’t I have good taste?