Mr. Eagle pays a friendly visit to SBNY, with Hose and Neals, to dance to the soulful grooves of Susan Morabito at May 18’s Jive & Circumstance — the last until fall.
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By Rachel Kramer Bussel
Friday, May 23, 2003
I’VE BEEN TRYING TO SEE ANDY Horwitz’ show “Potty Mouth”
for more than a year, and I finally got to see him do his thing at The Marquee.
My friend Heidi and I had to hold onto each other so as not to fall on the floor
laughing as he recounted getting the sex via AOL and a trip to Gay Day at Disneyworld
which culminated in him pissing on an old guy in the woods. Props to the lovely
bartendress who made the drinks extra strong, and our friendly waitress Ingrid.
After the show, we went downstairs to hot new gay bar the Slide and were immediately
surrounded by cute gay boys everywhere we looked. We staked out a position that
gave us a double view of the stripper as well as the bathroom (love the window),
which had Heidi entranced, when a tall, mustached guy came over and said hello.
I had no idea who he was and jumped back a little.
“Honey, you’re in a gay bar, and you’re all nervous like
I’m a straight guy? It’s me, Scotty!” And it was, indeed,
Scotty the Blue Bunny, out of costume. Later on when he was all decked out in
fabulous glow-in-the-dark heels and a bestarred, see-through bunny outfit, I
felt more at ease.
Janine Avril’s bimonthly Meet-Drink-Girl-Art (next one’s June 2),
held in the cavernous downstairs area of CBGB’s Gallery, was kicked off
with a fun start. This new party, featuring massage, tarot readings and more,
gives arty queer girls a chance to new people and schmooze.
The Goddess Perlman, who’s organizing this summer’s Goddess Fest
(www.goddessfest.com) with Avril, had all of us on the floor with her song “Eminem’s
My Bitch” and her takeoff on a teenage “American Idol” contestant.
My latest addiction is Monday night’s free Drag Queen Bingo (DQB) at
Global 33. I’m usually there with Kiki, who’s affectionately known
as “the lesbian slut of DQB,” and she certainly lives up to her
reputation. Usually called by Linda Simpson, Mistress Formika and other well-known
local dragsters, it’s a raucous night of bingo and silliness.
The first night I was pleasantly surprised to win twice and be complimented
on my loud, ringing scream of “BINGO,” but the next time, our luck
turned for the worse, and despite a table covered with bingo cards, we only
won one pitcher of margaritas.
LAST WEEK, THE Cheeseburgerlicious and Blade columnist Murray Hill called the
numbers, and when two buff, sexy girls both got bingo, they had to arm wrestle
to figure out who’d win. Now, that’s hot! On a good night, a winner
might even have to accept a dare of
making out with the nearest guy or girl, or running around topless.
After that fun, I trekked down to Knitting Factory to check out the always
adorable singer Mary Lou Lord, who wowed us all with her sweet voice and news
of a new album. Though she didn’t cover what I call her “gay”
songs, such as “She Turns Me On” and “She’s Still Bewitching
Me,” the show was still a winner. She was sporting an oddly heavy-metal
style mullet, which might be a hit with some of you ladies.
I missed most of the kinky TES (The Eulenspiegel Society) Fest, but I did catch
first-time director Claes Lilja’s “Beyond Vanilla,” a documentary
about “the wilder side of sex” (www.beyondvanilla.net), at the Quad.
This is a must for anyone interested in BDSM — or just those into watching
hot gay guys and others talk about their sex lives. With everyone from Chi Chi
La Rue to Tony Mills talking about fisting, piercing and piss play, it’s
not for the squeamish, but it is quite powerful.
I’m one of those New Yorkers who seem to be immune to celebrity sightings.
Whereas everyone else has a story about spotting Adam Sandler at the deli or
Bjork shopping in Williamsburg, I must have celebrity blinders on.
Which is why when I thought I saw Lili Taylor in the hallway of the New School
before the Publishing Triangle Awards (to celebrate gay and lesbian writing),
I dismissed it. But lo and behold, there was the “Six Feet Under”
cutie up on stage presenting the Robert Chesley Playwriting Award to Harry Koutoukas.
So maybe it’s not that I never see celebrities, I just don’t realize
it!
And with that, I’m off to sunny Los Angeles for some sun and fun, but
I shall return.
Rachel Kramer Bussel can be reached at blade@rachelkramerbussel.com
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