“We’re going to drink the fuck outta some beer, and lick the fuck outta some pussy,” screamed Bridget Everett, the buxom (OK, zaftig) straight female guest hostess.
Victoria,
best known for a Golden Girls tribute that brought in no less than five
Blanche Devereaux (the plural is implied) and untold Dorothy Zbornaks,
held a party for “faux queens,” or female drag queens, on Saturday
night. Confused and bored by midnight, I was almost ready to leave when
I spotted “showbiz” drag king Murray Hill chatting with Severin Dickson of Dickson’s Hairshop, my very own hairdresser.
Scrambling
over to them, and managing to not spill my gin, I asked Hill what we
were all doing here. I found out when Everett broke into her opening
number, “More, More, More” by Andrea True. Truly riveting, the woman
sings with raw power and soul. After praising Everett’s talents, Hill
laid down other reason for attending: “Downtown there’s just no more
gay performance art, kid.” Apparently, nightly lesbian variety shows
used to be as common as spit on a sidewalk.
The night’s other
acts consisted of some sexy burlesque, Everett belting out a fantastic
“You Oughta Know” and the Varsity Interpretive Dance Squad’s rendition
of Estelle’s “American Boy.” Only Lady Coco Lareau eclipsed
them. This burlesque genius wore one heel while performing a
genius-level drunken striptease. Falling asleep several times at the
mic, she also removed no less than five inflated condoms from
God-knows-where.
Breaking character at the end, she informed
the audience: “I put BenGay on some of those condoms and my vag is
burning up!” Happy 40th, Stonewall!
