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!

Have you heard the latest about my girlfriend Justin Bond, the gender-fluid star of NYC’s avant-garde cabaret scene?

In a revealing brand-new essay on her website, she announces some big changes in her life to conform with her transgender identity.  (I heard the scoop beforehand through the gay grapevine.)

First of all, she’s altering her name to the more feminine sounding Justin Vivian Bond.  Very grande-dame!

The clever performer has also brainstormed on newfangled, nonconformist ways to describe herself.  From now on her preferred prefix is Mx (pronounced “Mix”).  Her preferred pronoun is “V.”  How modern!

Also, Mx Bond has decided to start hormone treatments.

“Not to become a woman,” V writes, “But in order to actualize what I’ve always known myself to be—a trans person.  I want my body to be a declaration and physical manifestation of my transgendered spirit.”

In other words, Hello training bra!  Can’t wait to see your new jugs, Mx Thing!

Kidding!  I wish Justin Vivian Bond all the best as V travels down a brave and enlightened path of self-acceptance!

True to my word, I stayed in on New Year’s Eve.  But on 1/1/11 I was compelled to go out—I was hosting Le Bingo.

What to wear, what to wear?  I decided on party-girl attire, as if I was celebrating, uh, New Year’s Eve!   People probably thought I was still going strong on a bender.

Le Bingo turned out to be quite lively, and afterward I hit the town with spokesmodel Shaquanda Coca Mulatta.

Dancefloor sandwich: Zuhair, Shaquanda and Elliott

Me with Princess Brittany at Woody's

The night ended very late at the Cock. On the bar with bartender Mark.

So much for a head start on 2011!  Oh well, after spending most of today recovering, I’m pumped for a productive tomorrow!

Just in time for the new year, some good financial tips in the freebie newspaper AM New York from drag millionaire$$ RuPaul:

1) Invest in real estate.  (Besides the West Village apartment she just sold for $2.4 million, she owns another nearby.  Plus a house in L.A.)

2) Don’t spend money on “flashy crap” to impress others.

Here’s to a profitable 2011!  With RuPaul’s wise words to guide me, I look forward to purchasing property and tasteful goods, including a giant white Afro.

Finally, finally, finally, after a four-day blizzard delay, I returned this afternoon from the hetero heartland.

As a welcome home gesture, the New York Times featured me in today’s Style section!   The article, by Eric Wilson, is advice from “performers of the night” about what to wear on New Year’s Eve.

Sherry Vine and Justin Bond trumped me by getting their photos included.  Scary!


Ms. Vine (left) and Ms. Bond


The article didn’t include my answer as to what I’ll be wearing.  Pajamas!

Unless I’m  working (and I’m not this year), I prefer getting up fresh and eager on 1/1.  So much better than crawling out of bed with bad breath and looking like hell—you know, like Sherry and Justin throughout the entire year.  Kidding!  I’m just jealous.  They have NYE jobs and I don’t!  They is rich and I is poor.