Sounds like the opening to a bad gay joke but it’s all true. For some strange reason, I attended the Hot and Horny Mondays shit show with my boss, Demanda Dahling, that evening. We arrived promptly at 12:20am and immediately crossed paths with porn sensation Pierre Fitch. He was walking past The Cock when we exited our cab, stopped and gave Dahling and myself one hell of a “once over” and continued on his merry homo way.
All was fine and intoxicated until the night wore on with Shameless McGreedy being heavy handed behind the bar. “Hey, guys,” I heard from a stranger in the corner who immediately ran up to the both of us for a little convo. “Hi, I’m Rufus. I love the looks of you two,” he stated. Nothing like getting a little ego boost from Rufus Wainwright at a gay sex bar. “Oh, I loved you in Tommy Tricker and the Stamp Traveler. I still own it on VHS,” Dahling spouted with joy and was met with an impromptu singing of ‘I’m a Runnin’ by Wainwright who then continued on to ask if we could find him pot in that den of debauchery.
Cue the craptastic mess of a contest with Dahling spouting obscenities at patrons and participants. Yay! Fifteen minutes later we have a winner. Underwear for all as even a few contestants needed them because they showed up nude. “I need a cigarette,” I told my partner in crime and we headed to the door to be met by a dolled up Epiphany Get Paid and Danni Daniels. “Well, hello gorgeous!” I couldn’t contain my happiness to see Epiphany as usual and met, as usual, with a crude attitude. Not sure what it is about me. Oy! Time to through myself into a cab to recover for another night of sadism.
Happy Pride Week, you messes!