I received an invitation to a private showing of Carl Fleming's photographs at his studio on Briar. It's a replica, or a near replica, of his exhibition that currently hangs in Buddies' restaurant. The photographs are stunning. The show is called Kiss and I highly recommend you go along to Buddies and see it. "It's the first in a series of one-word shows," Carl told me, "I'm doing Lick, Touch, Ink ... "
Look for a profile of Carl in an upcoming WCT.
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It was a long night. I started out at the SANGAT benefit. Ifti Nasim, the Pakistani Moslem poet, was raising money for the victims of the earthquake in India. Ifti was dressed up as always; he looked like a cross between Miss Calcutta 1948 and a Hindu Christmas tree. Thank the Lord Krishna that my dear friend Viru Joshi was there to give the event some sophistication.
Israel Wright was also there. When Ifti started in with his, "You British stole everything from my country" ... routine, it was time for Israel and I to leave. I love Ifti, and I love the SANGAT parties; they're like tandoori chicken with fries on the side.
Check out the SANGAT website at
http://members.aol.com/youngal/sangat.html
Israel and I headed south to Cell Block, then over to Bobby Love's for a drag show. In one year, Bobby has completely turned that bar around. I can't imagine going out on the weekend without dropping in there; you never know who or what you'll find. We also went to Northend where they had strippers; I fell in love with one of them ... or to be more accurate, I fell in love with his ass.
Talking of nice butts, I bumped into Jerry Glover from the "fun chorus" there ... I always think of him as the scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz.
Later that night, Israel was photographing Ms. Pat's Executive Sweet party down at the Hot House, and I tagged along for one reason and one reason only; C.C. Carter was on stage reading hot lesbian poetry. I love C.C Carter. There must have been 700 African-American lesbians there that night. I was the token white guy.
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Talking of hot and sexy, I couldn't miss Twilight Tales Red Light Night at the Red Lion Pub on Lincoln. Twice a year local horror writers come together to read and perform pansexual/polyamorous erotic pieces they don't want their mother, or their neighbors, to know they wrote. The show was hosted by Nympho of the Night, the busty Mistress Tina—she paddles, she whips, she scares us to death!!
Some of the best writers in Chicago were there: Bill Bredelove, Chip Howell, Corey Black, Marty Mundt—the only man on Earth who can make necrophilia funny and erotic at the same time. I also adored the "Love" performance by Ryan Psychokitty and his Mistress. I hadn't seen Ryan since his excellent performance at the Goth Drag Show at Lolita's last year.
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OK. Here's a challenge for the readers. Find a more stupid webpage/site than this one: http://user.tninet.se/~prv247p/hatt/hatten.swf
"Hatt baby ... Hatt baby ... " You'll understand when you get there. This one was sent to me by Pam Keesey in Minneapolis. Send your stupid websites, or any other comments to sukiedelacroix@iname.com
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Just a short note to that crazy guy who keeps e-mailing me: For the last time, I'm not interested in you being my hand puppet. Go join M.A.F.I.A. There's lots of cute boys in that group.