Guido and I have lived next door to two gay men for better than 20 years. They’re good friends and great neighbors, particularly when contrasted with Redneck and Cuntwife on the other side. That’s a tale for a another time.
Anyway, to celebrate one of the good guy’s birthday, the four of us went to Lips in Oakland Park on Sunday, a gay cabaret which features guys in drag serving Sunday brunch and lip-synching gospel spirituals in a high volume, high-energy stage and audience-particpation venue. It was…….different.
The place was packed. Lots of birthdays, too — apparently celebrating one’s birthday among performing drag queens has caught on as a fad. Guido and I were among the very few (but not only) straight people in the audience. Evidently the gay community’s appetite for Jesus music, Bloody Mary’s, Mimosas, omelets, and drag queens is a force to be rectumed with.
The bouncer’s shirt, stretched to the breaking point across an awesome chest, has “LGBT” in 54 point pink lettering. “Lesbian Gay Bisexual Transgender?” I ask. (S)he gives me an affectionate smile. “Let Go my Butt, Twinkie,” (s)he replies.
I put my hands in my pockets. Before anybody else does.
The show is terrific. These guys look great, have all the moves, and could teach Milli Vanilli a thing or two about lip synch. They wisecrack (!) the crowd, giving and taking like Borscht Belt pros. A lost art revived.
The photo shows Deja in the center, one of the performers. Is (s)he gorgeous or what? (I don’t know who the other two are — if I could, at the very least I’d edit out the old yellow-toothed fuck — but it shows what a good time everybody had. ) Guido was so turned on by the experience I had to fight off her advances on the car’s stick shift until we got home. (Dissenting comment anticipated).
“The advantage of bisexuality is, you double your chances on Saturday night.” Who said that? And what about Sunday morning? What happens when the sun comes up, that make-up wears off, and the beard grows in? Guess that’s why the drinks are unlimited.
P.S. I had doubts about the photo, and then “Esq” chimed in (comment below) and confirmed my worst doubts. Not everybody would be happy about seeing him- or herself on teh internets posed with a drag queen. So sorry, but I got up early and deleted it. Thanks, Esq.