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!