I didn't do much Street Walkin' this week, more like lying in bed with a cold.
Street Walkin' With Kirk
Did you see Stella Productions' debut at Buddies' on Friday, Dec. 5? If not, there's something
tragically wrong with you. I wasn't in the door ten seconds before Stella was all over me like a Kenneth Cole shirt. The girls were tearing up the place and the crowd was loving it. Leave it to Stella's girls to leave 'em wanting more. And Regina in the powder blue gown ... I'm still recovering.
Sukie and I ran into some rather delectable bears at Bucks. Look for pix of them mauling Ms. de la Croix. Perhaps they dragged him back to their den afterwards.
When I arrived at The Edge in Blue Island, I thought I was in for a nice relaxing drink. Boy, was I ever mistaken. Walking up to the bar, I heard the familiar strains of "If I Could Turn Back Time" by Mrs. Bono (or is it Allman?), and knew
something bizarre was transpiring. I opened the door to a packed house and a familiar looking girl in a long, flowing grey wig doing a Cher number with a walker. I nearly died with delight. They were billed as Milwaukee's Best Divas, but methinks they might have been a bit more local. In any case, it was about as much fun as I had had in a good while. And hello to young Ryan. Such an angel!
Never had I more desperately wanted to be a dyke as when I stopped in to the Gurlesque Burlesque show at the Abbey, put on by Sissy Butch Brothers. Such style! Such finesse! Such breasts (yes, Amy, I'm talking about you.) A truly erotic feast of costume, dance, and music. Thanks to Sissy Butch for helping to bring the lost art of burlesque roaring back into fashion. Never got up to see the talking glory hole, though. Oh, the stories it must have had to tell!
Speaking of photography, check out the Creaoke pictures in this issue. I took them with my new Casio ExilimEX-S2 digital camera, or as I like to call it, my spy camera. Very slick, very chic. Christmas is around the corner, people!
I was sitting at Jackhammer, half-blitzed, when I looked toward the sky and a vision appeared; namely DJ Kevin Bernal, rocking away in his booth. I stopped up to chat with him and took some great photos of the man at work.
You don't get much nicer than Kevin. OK, Chanel, what's his name again?
Street Walkin' With graysong
If you haven't been out to one of
Charlie's monthly T-Dances yet, make sure you get your ass to the January one. Loads of humpy cowboys, a nice mix of country music from Michael and the best two-steppers around. (Trust me- I've been to the Sundance Saloon. Straight men can't dance.) Immediately after the dance, Fifi hosts a show. Previous shows have been salutes to dead divas and Pearl Harbor. Fifi, Lauren, Taylor, Minerva, Paula, you are stunning. If that's not enough drag for you, don't forget Teri Yaki's high energy gutter extravaganza is every Sunday at 10:30.
Over at the Eagle, Jim and Dan (two of the handsomest bartenders around) keep the crowd fueled. Like punk? Make sure you drop in on one of Dan's nights (Monday and Thursday). He plays some great mix CDs.