Originally thinking I was going against my better judgment last night turned into quite a surprise as I met a friend once he got off work to catch up with each other. He decided we were to meet at G Lounge which I haven’t been to in almost a year. Upon entering the bar I noticed that the place was packed but not to a point of it being uncomfortable and it was mixed up as far as certain types of people. Tonight was the weekly Freak party where I found Jay Roth and two other well-built guys shaking their asses on the bar for the eager audience surrounding them.
Tonight’s theme? Open drag calls for anyone and everyone whoever wanted to don a wig and a bitchin’ pair of ‘fuck me’ pumps. Andrew Werner was there snapping away with his always on point camera. Suddenly, I was overwhelmed by a large kiss on the cheek by someone named Brendan who left quite the red lipstick mark on me. “Your jacket is so dapper,” he gushed. I’m guessing he was the ring leader for all these queens as he wore a black tuxedo jacket, top hat, and pantyhose; a classic yet stunning look.
While waiting for my friend to arrive, a young man who called himself Grasshopper came up to me after a little hesitation and chit chatted until one of the drag hosts of the evening jumped onto the couch and asked me to release her from her shackles (she was wearing a shiny blue strait-jacket dress with huge tits which she asked us to fix). “I promise to behave. Just remember… I can be bad if you like,” she said while raising one eyebrow. Some small talk later I asked what her name was but she couldn’t remember it. “Shit. What was the name we came up with? Oh, well. If you met me yesterday my name was Blake,” she motioned to the poster with Blake Tysinger. My jaw dropped. She went on to offer anyone who could remember her drag name a free drink. (Don’t know if anyone won.)
My friend did arrive finally to catch me watching another one of the queens who was busy turning a red balloon attached to her crotch into the form of a vagina (I later learned it was Matthew Camp). Tonight wasn’t a “shit show” but a true side show with outgoing personalities and chatty strangers.