Saturday - An almost indescribably amazing trip with my flatmate and fabulous sex blogger Sarcastabitch to see Justin Bond and the Pixie Harlots perform their original show "Christmas Spells," based on the short story "Dixie Belle" by Kate Bornstein. Now I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, Pistol, is it possible for you to talk about fabulosity without mentioning Justin AND Kate? Well, I suppose it is, but why try? I want to see great art, they make great art, and they often collaborate to make and/or present it together. Who can argue with that?
In addition to telling a new gender-bent Huck Finn story the way the only such an assemblage of artists and queens can, we were treated to:
- solo and ensemble performances of holiday songs, written by artists from The Gossip to Richard Carpenter to Irving Berlin
- Justin performing songs from his EP "Pink Slip,"
- Justin's outrageous tales and incomparable, fucked-up humor. Try on for size this punchline from one notable (true) story: "And when they finally caught him and asked him why he had been punching these babies he answered, 'they were stealing my glamour!'"
In addition to the sheer fabulosity of Justin's high heels and the hot and hairy Pixie Harlots in jockstraps and fishnets and glitter (well all of my favorite pixies were hairy anyway), I played another round of "It's a Small, Queer World." I not only spotted a recent Philly to NYC transplanted Faerie friend, but also noticed that Sean Kennedy, previously known to me only via his Twitter stream, was tweeting from the same theater as I! After some online coordination and at least one follower breathlessly waiting to see whether we'd find each other in the crowd, we met up and headed out to Yaffa Cafe for some post show food. (Why yes, I was just there for breakfast last week with Kate. It seems queer writers and creamy hummus go together like Lady Gaga and fake blood soaked avant garde costumes.)
Somewhere in transit, a Faerie whispered in my ear (with a little help from text messaging) "Wanna come to Justin's?" Bless her heart, Sarcastabitch and her short little legs managed to keep up with my dead sprint from Yaffa to the after party, catching her breath as I grabbed some ale because I was NOT showing up to Mx Bond's empty handed! We arrived shortly before the Pixie Harlots had to make their way out to Brooklyn for a second performance and I was surely pleased to make their acquaintance.
Machine is just as sweet as pie and an excellent conversationalist to boot; PamperZ confirmed what a queen told me on Halloween about applying glitter to one's lips and added the essential information of how to remove said glitter! So yes, the party was great. A performance artist and indie film actor here, Mx Bond's favorite rockstar there, Faeries and general faggotry abound. The room represented ten times more artistic achievement than your standard soiree, yet without one iota of the pretension. AKA, my personal heaven.
Sunday - My dear friend, mentor and Faerie elder Chris Bartlett and his gay history wiki project were written up in the New York Times. In fact, my understanding is that this was on the front page of the style section of the print edition. I am so proud and excited of and for Chris and his work. I look forward to how the wiki will grow and eventually go viral over time.
With love and fabulosity, and body glitter adorning body hair,