American Pussy Faggot Realness Show Jan 9 2011

Pussies and Faggots and Hags, Oh My! And so it was at the monthly (yes?) party at The Delancy, the brainchild of promoter Earl Dax who we can't figure out why we didn't meet him till tonite since we were so sure we knew every party promoter but, like trannies at an open vodka bar, we all came together at his art imitating life or life imitating art party, or whatever original performances that were happening on the two stages.

This  included Penny Arcade like a breath of fresh air who we last saw a decade ago, naked on stage peeling an onion and reciting poetry, Penny who says it like it is when she reminds us that she can't recollect Lady GaGa being a downtown performer (and neither can we, so say it like it is girl.) 

Gio Black Peter, rapping, falling, jumping on people who walked past the stage, while the other guy he was onstage with wore a mask of the pope with devil horns, so symbolic was the entire performance. 

We only drew the line when Gio Black Peter fell on the mike stand and started bleeding. But he was saved by an angel in the audience, our own H.A.L. (Hag at Large) Lisa who dabbed at his broken flesh with a Kleenex.... 

Unfortunately Gio couldn't stay still long enough for her to get the bandage on, so c'est la vie! And it left us wondering at what point does a performance go from low rent to section 8 housing? 

We loved the girl group that was, according to Lisa, "a cross
between Devo and Jane Fonda".  Plus you know you can always count on Ann Liv Young to get a party started and according to MichaelMusto. She hurled her ceremic necklace at Penny Arcade.  Instead hitting a writer in the head who filed a police report (Silly. Don't you know the police are all busy in the subway checking backpacks and diaperbags?) Could this be true? Mon Dieu! 

Anastasia - The Fabulous Door Diva/Hat Designer

It was great to see that crew from B.E.S., the most gorgeous, tallest, nicest drag queen Jordan.  Ron and Charles who we last saw at Halloween as Lucy and Cher, but without their wigs they looked absolutely pure as the driven snow (HA!). 

Andrew Andrew

So wigs off to Earl who put together this eclectic evening of art and debauchery, that left us wishing for NYC in the 80's, and left us wondering, EARL, HAVE WE MET BEFORE?

Rating: 10 ceramic necklaces hurled at various audience members.

Encore! Encore!