Wonderlette Guy

It was sick and wrong and quite possibly the grossest thing I have been a part of recently, and I absolutely loved it. From the infected stocking cock to the rotting plastic buck teeth to the incongruous Rogers and Hammerstein music and the 50's glamour of the back-up dancers (that included moi!), I was among those outcasts, degenerates, and freaks that are San Francisco's drag scene. I have intersected this scene for more than 12 years. I have not been a part of it. Saturday night changed everything. I found home.



You can check out another performance of "Wonderlette Guy", Saturday, February 13th, 2010 at Bootie at the DNA Lounge.

The Red Dot(s): The Urban Legend of the Dog Eating Peanut Butter Off Her Vag

    

Wow! That's all I really can muster right now. Fucking WOW! I've just woken up from a crazy ass dream that included chocolate dildos, banana condoms, and peanut butter-flavored lube. Intense and weird. The only other thing I can remember is the ground beneath my feet falling away. It was like that special effect in The Matrix when Neo's getting trained in the white room. Do you remember that? He was standing in that empty space and then shelves of guns fell like water from somewhere above and appeared as solid, concrete objects around him. This was that in reverse. Only it wasn't guns and it wasn't a white room.

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