I can't remember if I'd ever seen the movie Wigstock, or whether I'd just seen endless clips from it. No matter. I wanted to go meet Lady Bunny at two recent Chamber events: first, a showing of the movie at the Landmark Century Center, then later on performing at Sidetrack.
I very rarely eat at these events-;I diet-;but I was starving and all these beautifully dressed waiters were buzzing around with food trays, so I caved in; the food was wonderful. All this was the work of catering genius Rick Schmitz at Coup de Gras at 2923 N. Milwaukee Ave. ( 773-395-8578 ) .
I met Lady Bunny, a very gracious lady, but I had to leave before the movie was shown, as I was headed up to Gentry Jr. to see the delightful Matt Yee doing his Liberace Luau Show. He phoned me the next day, what a nice, nice man he is.
I caught up with Lady Bunny later at Sidetrack. I think the Oprah Winfrey and the gynecologist joke brought to mind some very strong visuals that I could have done without, but she was very funny on stage.
With all the Chicago Area Gay and Lesbian Chamber of Commerce events coming up, you business owners might want to consider signing up. ( 773-871-4190 )
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I recently lost another virginity. Over the Hearts Party Weekend I went to my first circuit party down at the House of Blues. I went with ace-photographer Israel Wright who, I suspect, is trying to drag my puritanical ass into a life of total debauchery. I'm such a goody-two-shoes.
I couldn't take any photographs at the event, because you have to have X number of tags, the planets have to be in line, and the guy on the door has to be over his pre-menstrual cramps. That was OK, because I was bored and it gave me a good excuse to leave.
The next night I was at the Aragon party taking pictures. That was a million times better. More space, a more diverse group of people, and strange hieroglyphics on the wall reading "Don't Mix K and G," and "GHB can be deadly." No shit!
I did three parties in three days, the third being the Black Bra Party at Drink on Fulton Street, and that was a lot of fun too. I climbed up the ladder to the DJ booth to see my friend Harry T. doing a great job as always. Congratulations to Kathleen and Julie and everyone else involved for a great night out.
For all those who asked, e-mailed me or just wondered, my lover bought me the cloak; it was custom-made for me by a witch in Oregon. I'm not kidding boys and girls.
However, I'm really too old for these dance parties, and after the Black Bra Party, my body screamed, "I told you not to stay out late for three nights in a row, but did you listen to me? No. So now you pay the price. Flu." I'm typing this on an I-Book in bed, between sweaty naps.
Hopefully I'll be better in time to attend the first night of my friend Justin Hayford in A Rare Find III-;Still More Forgotten Gems from the American Songbook over at Davenport's at 1383 N. Milwaukee Ave. Call for reservations 773-278-1830. He's appearing there for four Saturdays March 3, 10, 17, and 24.
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The Mr. Cell Block contest was hot and raunchy, but the judges picked the wrong winner ... ERIC!! ERIC!! ERIC!! ERIC!! You should have won ... Sometimes you just want to go up and slap those leather queens.