new year

There are worse things

and there are worse things that could happen

SHAMPERS...............Now thats Class

Just when you think the dodgy end of any city street can offer so little a suprises then the icon city RotoVegas /Rotorua has one in store for the travelling bar fly or gay communter.
Its a bar that screams Class in a world strewn with manufactured imagery.
One could say.Suits function,creates ambiance.
All of the above.....and yet where so many other Gay friendly bars miss it is in the detail...
Now one could heap accolades only to find them tarnished by acting out of the equation
but to this point one of life experiences tells me you congratulate what you find and as you find to its eventual analysis...who am I.
WHEN THE CHORUS GIRL WHISTLES
WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO CLASS..............
I JUST HOPE THIS VENUE IS STILL RUNNING

RIP EARTHA KITT

Here is is girls...To some its the end of T.V.s Cat woman...butthat wasnt all she was...The woman was an artist and its ferocious best......cheers.....Admiring your passing is barely enough respect

MERRY PARTYING

just a start......

Now normally, one would tear open the mail with wild abandon. Upon finding a pinked and perfumed envelope, in the usual monthly bills, mail outs and invitations

to bargain hunt was indeed unusual. More so, because ,the age of the internet had made the art of email all that much easier.

Pink, perfumed, but who from? Harry, carefully prying it open, saw immediately that it was an invitation Hardly rocket science in that guess, but an invitation to what exactly.

He’d rather given up on such invitations, in an age when civil unions were all the rage, and his small group of familiars were hardly the marrying kind. But it was an invitation all the same.

Can’t be to rude.

His mother had always put his homosexual nature as ‘his being a bachelor and likely to remain so’. But who could it be from. Nobody he knew was in anyway

Inclined to marriage. Unless it was a clarion to one late calling in life.

And it was.

His old school friend , who had in her youth, put the sin in Cynthia than there were letters in the spelling. Here she was. Inviting him, so quaintly ,considering she was currently his employer, to another of her society weddings.

She herself had married well, but with little affection. Having decided that to marry for a better view of the hoi polloi was all it took to assume class, she had developed the manners of a matronly gorgon .Still all the same ,In doing this, her offspring were treated to grand affairs, in the hopes that their ventures into married life was somewhat more romantic, and intended than her own.

And of course here was, the handwritten note in a cursive hand.

Having driven her entire brood to the altar in some style, Cynthia Beckham-Towers: how one could ever name oneself after their own apartment block escapes me: had over the course of several large lattes and a viewof the next twenty years in suburban

anonymity, and decided to become a society wedding planner. The fact that her mouth didn’t even say sausage roll, meant her well meaning interference was costly if little else.

What was it this time ?

Sometime Cynthia’s invitations had proved rather lucrative in finding

invitations to perform. Hell in name . That sounded like the drum call for a performing dog.

Still It wasn’t polite to ignore her notes .

If handwritten, there wasn’t a penny to be made.

Cynthia, had several drawers of stationery, but only one rolling nib pen

Now Harry,we are wanting a few seat fillers and you’ll be just the ticket.

Seat fillers. Dressed for society with free hands to the best plonk and catering

the unfortunate bridal party could afford and considering who was doing the ordering. Harry had to admit that his diet was assortment of riches in comparison to

several of his pears eeking what ever they could out of the dissolving infrastructure of public service.

Harry had often filled that role among others for Cynthia’s plans.

Have to give her a ring. Text. Easier. Save the bent ear and prattle of Cynthias

Diary and planner.

Ita all greek to me

HERE SHE IS FOLKS..........THE BEST MOTHER OF THEM ALL..............TAKE A LESSON.....SHE COULDNT GET HER WAY SO SHE KILLED HER OWN......
SOME MOTHERS CANT HAVE EM.......OR AT LEAST RESPECT THE CHOICES THEIR CHILDREN MAKE.......BUT GLAD THEY ARE NO AS TRAGIC......THEY MERELY SHED TEARS OVER THE SUPERMARKET TROLLEY THESE DAYS

I'm Coming Out

I suppose that the term' coming out' has been bandied about for so long you actually forget there something of a process to go through...A few standard rebuttals.....
the classic...I thought your were going to give me grandchildren
and the you're no son of mine...echo in the sensibilities of many young gay person.....imagine how it must be for us.

Now whether gay is proved to be biological,atmospheric,peer pressure,or in the water.....has never been proved to the satisfaction of any side taking the argument.....but
always there is the classic WHY......
Cheek aside I would like to pipe up with WHY NOT
But its a braver thing to do than most parents think....
I know we would all like to live in some paradise where parents were likely to respond with
thats nice dear....and into todays media frenzy....its somewhat expected.....but rarely happens.
Parents have a process too.....
But the disappointment should be pointed at human nature and not through any proactive parenting they have been involved in....
Step One....
Avoid the obvious........which generally is parents repugnance of the act of sex itself
and you might have a way forward....
but at the first hurdle.....No amount of role modeling tends to break the barriers
put up for their children.....
well
not at first

Whats....In a word...almost everything

I was always of the firm belief that to be called a Diva you had in someway to earn it.
Mind you when the likes of Mariah and her pop sisters started flouting the name it seemed to loose all sense
To me a diva...was not only astounding...but also tempermental in the extreme in order to pull off iconic performances..when of late such activity seems to be reserved for waving ones hands at the top twenties....mind you Kylie Minogue as light as her material might be, would have to have such a title...given the fact that the media has taken her to breast cancer and back.....
So what is a diva......
and how do you earn the title

suffer for your art
illuminate your art
and when the time comes deliver as nobody has ever before...
so that you are beyond the comparison of all

oh and others

being original
iconic
and oh yes........ready to take the rough with the smooth and ride it out
So girls...you need to work it out.....
Start from the inside out....

Nothing stays original on the surface
Its always copied.....in an age
where the copyist is merely a patische
of the
original

The Road Chapter

And who said nuns cant be fun...Here's Sister Mike and the girls totally at see looking for their fundraising buckets......better wait till the tide goes out girls

Miss Otis Regrets......Bette is all fish

Well...before you caould breathe drag queen comedy and burlesque intoone sentence this generation has had the benefit of the Divine Miss M


Long before it was done to swing yourself around in bars.....she was entertaining the boys in towels at New Yorks Saunas...

But now as they say she's gone all Walt Disney


and being lined up with your own Las Vegas Revue cant be bad.....

Here's to you.....

The idol of my generation

Once Upon a Time

Now once upon a time...when the world of Hamilton Drag hadn't got so far up itself ...we all used to be sisters.
But typically of drag..and the sister hood and like anchors in sand..things drift.....

The Nuns on the Run

I never did come to grips with Nuns in the Aids Prevention business.Or even nuns as fundraisers...They always were to me a curtain raiser to feeling the worst of catholic angst....flying chalk..batmen on bikes..or repressed ladies who marriage stakes were
considered limited....and fun for musical comedy....
but for the larger men out there..what a great way of getting your attention...
So HERE TO THE SISTER WHO SUCK
...or did I read that wrong

Damned Diva

What can you tell
on which side of fabulous
you maybe
if you havent experienced

THE OUTRAGEOUS COMIC CABARET

The creation of Drag Soul for a New Age in Entertainment.
Bringing flamboyance back into fashion

Like an award show in your Living Room

Poking your funny bones with saucy flair

Unexpected glamour in Burlesque Style

Kicking Cows with both feet

Lady Handbags School for Dusted Favouites

The Queens of comedy Iced on stage.

The best View in town..Walking away from u.."

No

huhhhhhh hmmmmm

when u have it...get it out there

well.....just quietly

Here she is the perveyor of all things Australian,camp and as fresh as a sausy on a barbie....or somebody who might have frozen your uncles protate glad in the fridge and be fore you had time to listen had it fried and down your throat....
heres cheers to Dame Edna.............
Now thats style