Love Courtney

Courtney Love looks amazing, amazing in a way Madonna would like to look but just keeps ending up looking like an alien stick insect hell-bent on world domination, and I am glad for her. For one of the most hated and constantly crucified people in the public eye she has managed to somehow not be ground down into a pulp. Courtney can manage to say fuck you to the world often with just a look and she finally seems to be saying fuck you by pulling herself together.
Also, great dress… looks Channel, but I could be wrong, the sleeve poof seems like one of Keiser Karl’s flights of fancy.

Hot Nuts

Hot Nuts is really one of the best parties in the city. I have never gone and not had fun, I have never gone and not seen friends, amazing outfits, sexy boys and gotten happily drunk. Thanks!

Books

So I was reading Darkmans by Nicola Barker and I thought I was enjoying it. It took 663 of the 838 pages to realize, hey, I’m not that into this. The plot was pretty interesting, and I do want to find out how it ends I just could not see myself slogging away for another couple hundred pages (give or take) to reach the finish line. The brackets! The author uses endless brackets and avant garde punctuation and italics and spaces in a way that at first was refreshing and interesting but got to be tiring. I wonder if her editor killed themselves.
Now I am reading Hell House by Richard Matheson, which I’ve already been made fun of for as its not exactly a terrific work of fiction or a groundbreaking piece of art, but its fun. The writing is far from flawless and it derails occasionally into lesbian erotica, but it seems to be a good ghost story. Fun, easy and I’m getting enjoyment out of it. Isn’t that what reading is all about?

Drag Queen vs Drunk Girl

Who would attack a drag queen in a drag bar? This is the question I asked myself last weekend at Crews when Some Drunk Girl got into it with the queen on stage. This is the girl that previously in the evening had been grinding her way across the stage in what her mind must have told her was a dance as sexy as the lap dance scene in Death Proof but in reality was just a chance for the audience to see her stretch marks and cheep looking thong. Anyways, the drag queen said something to her that was typically drag queen bitchy and Some Drunk Girl went wild! Screamed at her, yelled at her, was yelled at back and then threw a beer bottle at the drag queen’s head. Poor choice Drunk Girl, poor choice. The queen leapt from the stage like the wrath of God coming down and slammed Drunk Girl to the ground like a cartoon bug. Screaming followed and the queen got a fistful of hair out before Drunk Girl’s thug boyfriend emerged and tried to join the fun. This was when Crews’ tiny-hot bouncer appeared, grabbed boyfriend in a headlock and took the trash to the curb.
Drunk Girl and Boyfriend continued to yell and make a fuss outside until the arrival of the cops became immanent and the queen returned to the stage to kick the broken glass off, straighten her wig and resume the show. “I hope she comes back,” she quipped, “I didn’t get enough out of her for a full wig yet.”