Early Fall in NYC is always a whirlwind of cultural events…


Gallery lighting is not good for drag… So I donned my sunglasses when I popped into the lively opening of “Party Out of Bounds: Nightlife as Activism Since 1980” at La MaMa Galleria.

The exhibit includes a few copies of My Comrade magazine that I published in the 1980s and ’90s. Plus, I’m going to be presenting my slideshow The Drag Explosion on October 8th.


With co-curators Emily Colucci and Osman Can Yerebakan.
With co-curators Emily Colucci and Osman Can Yerebakan.



Longtime party promoter Susanne Bartsch always dresses to the nines, and a new exhibit at the Museum at the Fashion Institute of Technology showcases a dazzling multitude of her avant-garde outfits from the past few decades.  The opening was a riotous affair, and I can’t want to go back at gaze some more at her sartorial triumph!


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Susanne looms large!



Of course I had to pull out my nun outfit (last year’s Halloween outfit) for the Pope’s visit. I’m not a fan of organized religion, but I do get a kick out of the campy pomp & circumstances. Mankind is so gullible…


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Move over, Pope!


I’ve been in a bit of a funk lately.

Honestly, I think I always get kind of melancholy and introspective at this time of year.

It probably has something to do with the season change…. A new opportunity to ask myself: What the hell am I doing with my life?

I don’t think it’s necessarily a bad thing to be a bit down for a while. But sooner or later, it’s time to shake it off and move forward. I think I’m at that stage. So get ready for more of… Me!


Getting away to Cape Cod for a couple of days helped raise my spirits. A flock of Pink Flamingos always does one good!


Thanks to one and all for our summer of fun at Le Bingo!

Now it’s time to find our fall winners!

Join us on Fridays and Saturdays at Le Poisson Rouge. Games 7:30–9:30pm. Free Admission.


Me and a recent big winner! ¡Olé!
Me and a recent big winner! ¡Olé!


Spokesmodel Svetlana in the glow of a top winner!


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Ecstatic winner poses with spokesmodel Miss Blair!


Spokesmodel Sizzle Dizzle in a winner sandwich!


Caitlyn’s Lexus sputtered to a halt, the gas gauge on empty.
She was still a few blocks away from Candis’ home. The two were having a slumber party, and Caitlyn was dressed flirtatiously in a short satin kimono robe.
“Guess I’ll have to walk,” she muttered, not looking forward to a stroll in her spikey heels. But it felt quite pleasant to be outside surrounded by the darkness. She imagined Candis greeting her at the door in a sexy outfit…
“Hey beautiful, what’s up?”
Caitlyn looked to her side. A car had pulled up, driven by a man with a lusty grin. “How much for a handjob?” he asked.
How dare he mistake her for a common streetwalker! But wait a minute—Hadn’t she learned in her transgender consciousness-raising discussions that sex work could be a viable profession?
“Um, $100,” she answered, not sure if the amount was too high or too low.
“Hop in,” said the guy.
She scoped him out. He looked normal enough, and if he did try anything she was sure she could win in a fight.
By the time she got in the car, he had his pants pulled to his knees. She gingerly grabbed his raging boner. “Oh, baby,” he moaned.
Emboldened by his response, she began jerking him with more confidence and strength. After a few minutes, he ecstatically climaxed.
“Do you have a Kleenex?” she asked. She wiped off her sticky hand and got out of the car.
What a thrilling and empowering experience! There was nothing wrong with selling sex, it was all perfectly…
Screech! The car’s engine squealed as the driver took off.
“Goddammit!” she screamed. She had forgot to get her money!