Traci Lords tells all in her new memoir.
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By Rachel Kramer Bussel
Friday, July 25, 2003
PUNK ROCKERS SLEATER-KINNEY took a night off from their tour with Pearl Jam
to play at Park Slope’s Southpaw. Despite the massive heat in the club, they
played their hearts out, showing off a few new tunes, anti-war songs off their
latest album “One Beat,” and plenty of classics, all while looking extremely
foxy in dyke hairdos.
July 15 was one of the busiest nights I can recall, with invitations to events
arriving en masse, making it hard to settle on a plan. Being overly animated
party animals, we decided to hit three book parties in one night
The first stop was the new Club Monaco on 57th Street for “Elegance” by Kathleen
Tessaro, where the most exciting action was the free champagne. Then we hopped
over to Candela for Nicole Beland’s “The Cocktail Jungle: A Girl’s Field Guide
to Shaking and Stirring,” where a bartender showed off the tips in the book
while making us some delicious lemonade-like Citronade.
The party was filled with magazine editors; we mingled with “Naked New York” producer
Jamye Waxman. You don’t need to be a girl to enjoy some of Beland’s yummy concoctions,
like the prickly pear margarita or frozen zombie — she even tells you what
songs to play or sing along to at karaoke. This party yielded a goodie bag,
whose bold green shade matched the book cover!
Then we walked over to Global 33 to mingle with celebs such as John Waters
for Traci Lords’s book party for her (overly detailed) memoir “Underneath It
All.” A huge limo unloaded the former teen porn queen, and a melee of photographers
materialized to snap her photo. That proved the highlight of a rather lackluster
party.
We headed over to Remote Lounge, and as we made our way back up Second Avenue,
lo and behold, we caught Traci on her way out.
Even for party animals like my girlfriend Kiki and I, it proved quite a busy,
though slightly dull, night. I’ll take one grand, dazzling party over several
slow ones any time.
ONE OF MY FAVORITE THINGS ABOUT New York is that even though it’s the big
city, ever since I moved here seven years ago I’ve noticed it’s actually quite
small for such a populous place. Especially in the dyke scene, you’re bound
to run into a friend, ex, or someone who knows you by reputation.
While I accompanied my friend A.J. to restock her beloved Hitachi Magic Wand
at Toys in Babeland, I was greeted by dyke party promoter extraordinaire Chloe
Jo (who I almost didn’t recognize without all her high femme armor). She’d
just returned from her Atlanta digs and was eager to tell me about the gorgeous
and talented Rachael Sage (www.rachaelsage.com).
As Chloe pressed a copy of Rachael’s new CD “Public Record” in my hand and
told me about her record release party at Joe’s Pub on August 4, Claire, the
brilliant co-founder of TIB, popped up from behind a display of butt plugs
to let A.J. know that Magic Wands are quite sturdy and reliable, and don’t
actually need to be replaced yearly.
Armed with that knowledge, I left with a flyer for Dykes Gone Wild, that night
at Tapis Rouge. Since Cancers got in free and two of my posse are June babies,
we headed over to dance the night away to ‘80s tunes while scoping the crowd,
eagerly assessing who was “doable” while ogling the sexy, high-booted strippers.
Any party of Chloe’s is sure to attract the hottest dykes (and most fun) dykes
around, and this one was no exception.
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