My guest-hosting gig last night at Family Function (at Woody’s) was quite the social affair.  Lots of yakking with friends old and new.

Promoter Ladyfag made herself easy to spot across the crowded bar by donning a stunning chapeau.

Two fag ladies.

Gotta hand it big time to the Lady for always jazzing up her surroundings!

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!

Sultana, truly one of New York’s most unique drag queens, alerted me to her new video for her original song, “No Show Lover.”  It was shot outside—in the Jordanian desert!—during one of her recent trips to the Middle East to visit relatives.  Her suitcase was filled to the brim with wardrobe changes!

Can a dance remix be far behind?

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.)

I was delighted to get an old photo from my friend Mario today.  He shot it at Wigstock 1993 as we strolled around Tompkins Square Park.

I’m pictured with two legends:  Next to me is dearly departed Leigh Bowery, the amazing nightlife/fashion/art icon.  On the left is Mr. Pearl, the famed corset maker and fetishist.

Leigh would hop over from London fairly often and rampage through New York’s nightclubs.  When we first met I was so flattered that he knew who I was!  I think he kept pretty close tabs on NYC’s queen scene.

Mr. Pearl used to live in the East Village, but he returned to London years ago to dedicate himself to his craft and shrinking his waist to 18 inches!

Later that day Leigh performed a jaw-dropping “birth.”

The only thing more bizarre was me wearing a halter top!