Dear Mods, Rockers, Punks, Junkies, Faggots, Carpet-munchers, Trannies, Whores, Squares, and Damsels in Distress:
Friday night was the premiere party for SQUEEZEBOX! The Movie at the Gramercy Theater and if you weren't there, you missed the party of the century. It was a reunion of the coolest train wrecks in the free world. It was the meeting of twisted minds, of living legends, of gorgeous divas of all genders, of freaks, geeks, misfits, outcasts and real estate brokers.
Squeezebox hostess Misstress Formika. Is the whole middle-finger-for-the-camera ironic yet or should I just accept it as face value? There is a great scene in the film where she is berating from the stage some trouble-making straight couple and their sycophantic "faggot" friend. Don't mess with this bitch!
My fairy godmother, Justin Bond. I'm pretty sure the first time I saw Justin perform was at Tranny Shack (?) in San Francisco in 1992. The White Trash Debutantes were on the bill covering Jayne County songs and there was a Karen Carpenter imitator and a drag king Elvis Presley performing. My friend and co-host Brenda Sexual came over to me and said, "I just saw the most surreal thing out in the courtyard...Karen Carpenter was sharing a joint with Elvis!" Only in San Francisco, kids, only in San Francisco.
Mike Potter and gal pals. Mike is famous for doing John Cameron Mitchell's wigs and makeup for Hedwig. He also remembers more things about me than I do. While we were watching the show at this party, he grabbed my crotch and mentioned the spread I did for INCHES, back when the magazine was still being printed on papyrus. Mem-or-iiiieeees!
When I was taking this photo I tried to cut the guy out on the left who is standing next to glamazon Sherry Vine becase he looks so dowdy, so repellent. I then realized it was the awful Perez Hilton, member of the repugnant Cuban Miami Mafia.
The incomparable Debbie Harry on stage. My favorite Deborah Harry memory occurred about 10 years ago when Michael Schmidt invited me to John Waters birthday party at Pravda. Michael and Debbie came by and picked me up in Debbie's big white car. As we were driving by CBGBs, Debbie glanced out the window and deadpanned, "I can't believe that dump is still open." Be careful what you wish for, D!
"My doctor told me to take one sip every 15 seconds." Misstress and her bottle of Jack Daniels, the first of many.
Thanks for visiting!