The same damaged minds that brought us the Misshapes-era slut-fest ‘Stache returned to Beauty Bar last Thursday to soft-launch Boon Dickles Beaver House. Filling out the room was a clown car’s worth of glammed-up hosts and DJs: Tommy Hotpants, Zach McMillan, Rachel Moore, Duchess, Miss Understood, Michael T
and Astro. Via the magic of sponsorship, Miss Understood was dispensing free shots of ginger liqueur from her nipples as she sashayed about in a camo mini dress. A clean-cut fellow went back for thirds.When asked if she enjoyed breastfeeding people, Miss replied, “I’m giving everyone chlamydia, they just don’t know it yet.”
McMillan came over to make sure I noted how fiercely he rocked sparkly fishnets, platforms, gold hot shorts and a leather jacket and cap, so I asked how he came up with the idea for the party. “We were doing pills and sitting on black furs in my place, watching an ’88 documentary on a family of beavers, and we said, ‘Why not do Boon Dickles’ Beaver House?’”
I remembered the film from my childhood, but who’s this Dickles character? “Boon Dickles is like anything Mark Twain would’ve written to evoke a persona from a name,” explained McMillan. “A vibe, a meaning beyond the name.”
“Drugs can explain all of it,” Tommy chimed in. “We wanted to do something wacky and a little retarded.” Is that even OK to say?
“We modeled next week after Laugh-In. Not cool at all, but also a little stylish. In the future we’ll have DJs Ladyfag and Amanda Lepore, midgets dancing in the windows and projections of lumberjacks and vintage beaver films.”
I was surprised to hear that Amanda Lepore DJed, but Tommy cleared that up as well: “She doesn’t. She just stands there.” I then sidled up to tattooed coiffeur Astro and asked why he was hosting the party. “I want to keep the vibrant East Village alive, diverse and colorful. I feel like I have to carry the torch. Don’t let it burn out.”
