I’m traveling to MinneSNOWta (Ha Ha), land of my birth, on a friends-and-family tour. I’ll write when I return. In the meanwhile, HO HO HO!!!!!
The social holiday whirl continues…
FRIDAY – My faithful friend Bertha and I attended Boylesque, a theatrical spoof of the new movie Burlesque, written by and starring drag performer Mimi Imfurst (as Cher).
Sharing our table were gossip guy Michael Musto and his BFF fashion writer Lynn Yaeger, both of whom were startled and tongue-tied when one of the pre-show go-go boys moseyed over for friendly chit chat. I took it all in stride—sexy guys approach me all the time—and I smoothly kept the conversation flowing and snapped a photo.
Our foursome, like the rest of the audience, was deeply divided about the show: half hated it, half detested it. Better luck next time, Mimi!
SATURDAY – Who should I run into during the day by my Hell’s Kitchen pad but my longtime pal Formika a.k.a. Misstress Formika! “I’m meeting Jackie Beat for lunch at Vinyl. Come with.” Okie-dokie, said I. Jackie was in town from L.A. to perform her annual yuletide show of profanity-filled song parodies.
Fueled by several cups of coffee, the three of us plus TV executive Josh Rosenzweig partook in a nonstop volley of witty gay gossip. Were your ears burning? We were talking about you! No pix from the lunch—none of us had on a stitch of makeup (except for huge clumps of mascara that Jackie had failed to remove from the night before).
Later that night, it was time for some holiday partying at the lovely Fifth Avenue pad of designer and reality TV star Austin Scarlett (Project Runway) and his charming beau, Smith. Entertainment included a puppet show, eccentric guests and some killer weed.
SUNDAY – Onwards to the Metropolitan Museum of Art for a protest against censorship. As you may have heard, the National Portrait Gallery in Washington D.C. recently caved in to the complaints of the nutball Catholic League and removed a “controversial” video by the late great gay artist David Wojnarowicz.
Gimme a break! I hate to sound like a snob, but why does our culture at large—our museums, education system, political arena, etc.—keep capitulating to the philistines? Thought-provoking art is a joy and should be celebrated, not shoved aside any time some ignorant old farts get riled up.
Let artistic freedom shine bright!
For the second year in a row, burlesque performer Julie Atlas Muz and I teamed up to deliver presents (with our chauffeur Felix) to pals and business associates of the hot shot production team World of Wonder (which has a snappy blog). I supervised while Julie added color as the Abominable Snow Girl.
As we dashed through decorated lobbies, some festive photos ops were in order.
Our final stop: McDonalds to rest our weary feet.
I love taking pix of eager models and Julie fit the bill!
I used to be an elf and lived at the North Pole, making toys all day long.
I worked for slave wages and could not afford fancy elf clothes.
But being an elf, I was content and faced each morning with a smile on my face!
Just for kicks I donned a ninja reindeer mask for my past two Bingo gigs. I thought it was rather whimsical, but one contestant though my “X” was a swastika!
I am not a Xmas Nazi, I swear!
I’m trekking to Minnesota, land of my birth, at Christmastime.
Although I visit fairly often, I’ve never done drag there. And now would not be a good time to start. The state was just hit with a massive snowstorm, making strutting in heels extremely challenging.
How on Earth does the local drag populace manage to cope? MN’s queenly headquarters is the Gay 90s—the Midwest’s biggest gay club!—with a showbiz alumni that includes porn director Chi Chi LaRue and Bebe Zahara Benet, winner of the first season of RuPaul’s Drag Race.
I guess my MinneSNOWta sistahs either have to haul around all their apparel and get ready at their destinations, or else forge through the sleet and slush in full drag. Such a stunning look—snow boots and a sparkly gown.
Thank goodness it doesn’t snow much in NYC. I don’t own any practical snow boots and neither does any other drag queen I know. Behold this classic photo I snapped of my pal Anna Conda:
Shortly after, Anna slipped on ice and cracked her skull. R.I.P.
Kidding! Nowadays she’s a fierce activist in San Francisco, where she never has to worry about stomping in the snow!