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By Rachel Kramer Bussel
Friday, August 22, 2003
THE LAUNCH OF BRAINY SLUTS AT Meow Mix started off slowly in the slutty-behavior
department, but things quickly got a lot more sluttified. Revelers removed clothing
until some were standing on the stage of Meow Mix totally nude, encouraged by
the DJ to practice the tips we’d just been shown by the Toys in Babeland
lovelies and get busy.
Too shy to do so, they started to cover up but other eager sluts were ready
to take their place and keep their clothes off. A kissing contest turned into
a kissing free-for-all, which established the night’s mood. A hot Maggie
Gyllenhaal lookalike was offering cheap massages, and though they took place
in a not-so-comfy chair and came with the disclaimer that she’s not a
professional, her hands felt heavenly.
The blackout put the kibosh on several events I was looking forward to, like
the GO NYC party at Eugene in Chelsea. Check www.gonycmagazine.com on August
22 for the new party date.
Another party my girlfriend was especially disappointed to miss was Soleil
Moon Frye’s birthday celebration at Pyramid, where there was to be a
Punky Brewster marathon downstairs and surely plenty of high-top, brightly
colored Converse sneakers and other Punky-wear abounding. There’s always
next year!
Speaking of cancelled events, this week’s planned Heat readings have
been cancelled because organizer Christen Clifford just gave birth to a healthy
baby boy. We had a drink (an Odoul’s for her) right before the big day,
and Clifford looked sexy enough to get hit on by a gay guy at Metropolitan
as her stomach poured out of her tiny “Mama’s Got Soul” T-shirt.
Last month I caught Clifford’s excellent show “17 Guys I Fucked” at
the Culture Project at 45 Bleecker St., which provided much honestly and humor,
as well as several fucks who were definitely not guys. More than that, Clifford
mined the depths of her sexual past to come up with a story that told about
much more than just sex, but about life, learning, identity and exploration,
complete with tears, drama, orgasms, orgies and even a Hitachi Magic Wand.
Stay tuned to what she’ll be up to post-baby, especially for future readings
of “17 Guys,” an emotionally moving, sexual coming of age story.
Saturday proved yet another foray into new bingo territory at Halcyon, where
there’s a very California pace. The bingo, scheduled to start at 9 p.m.,
didn’t start until well past 10 p.m. because the owners were “looking
for their cat.” I’m serious!
Eventually, said fluffy cat returned and the hot girl we were all checking
out turned out to be the night’s go-go dancer/bingo caller — she
holds up the numbers while dancing and astute players must pay careful attention
in order to win drinks, house music or T-shirts. At least the couches were
comfortable and there was ice to rub all over our girls’ bodies (and
free edamame) to keep us occupied as we waited for the bingo to get started.
The bingo mania must have been too much for me because Monday I came down
with a cold and could not make the Madonnathon tribute at BB King’s Blues
Club. Twenty artists came together to celebrate Maddy’s 20 years in the
spotlight. Backed by the Material Boys band, performers including Corn Mo,
Cathy Cervenka, the Dazzle Dancers, Les Sans Culottes, Double Dong, Felicia
Collins and others honored her. There was even a Best Madonnaesque Outfit Contest.
It all brings me back to my first time seeing her on the Like A Virgin tour,
when all the girls were dressed in their slutty Madonna best.
Rachel Kramer Bussel can be reached at blade@rachelkramerbussel.com
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