Until Thursday night, I had never been to a drag show or a gay bar. Now I have!
My friend Katie lives about an hour from me, near Rochester. She went on and on to me about this club she liked there called Muther’s when we were at school. She told me about drag shows that she’s been to there. I told her that I’d go at some point, but I was in no rush. I knew Steve didn’t really like clubs, so I wasn’t going to press the matter with him.
About 3 weeks ago I got a call from Amber. She asked me if I wanted to go to a drag show with her. Now I had never been to one, but I had been meaning to for some time. I told Steve, and while he wasn’t thrilled, he agreed. I had glee. Next, Amber tells me that it’s at Muther’s, the club that Katie kept harassing me about. I asked if we’d see Katie there. As it turned out, Katie was making her drag debut!
We arrived early, so there was nobody there. I got the marker hand, along with one of Amber’s friends, while Amber and Steve got the alcoholic wristbands. Amber’s not of age, but she looks remarkably like her older sister when she smiles, so she got by. Around 11, the first performers came out. The first couple acts were drag kings (it’s like drag queens, only reversed) and I was pretty much unimpressed. No offense ladies (or gentlemen, if you prefer) but I’ve seen manlier women around campus. The queens were much better performers – pun intended – but I was mostly not into the music. Then Katie came out. She was actually one of the best acts out there, no lie. I don’t like her well enough to lie about something like that. I was surprised. Of course, I’m still not a fan of the music, but she did it well, and with her friend Eric, it was perfect.
The second act was much better for kings and queens alike. I think the crowd was a lot more responsive, or at least a lot more drunk. The music didn’t improve by much, but there were a couple classics thrown in, including Cake’s cover or the classic “I Will Survive”. Amber was drinking slowly but steadily, and by the end of the night we had one rather spirited dance before we called it a night. I drove home.
I think fun was had by all, even though Steve was getting a little tired by the second show. On the way back, Amber and I decided that we should occasionally go back. Hell, neither of us have Friday classes next semester.
It’s amazing to me, looking back at my first foray in writing on the web, that I am still with you today. I was a messed up kid, depressed before I knew it was cool. Then I found this little tidbit, which as far as I can tell is my first acknowledgement that I’m gay. The earliest surviving acknowledgement, anyhow.
Anything you write on the web has the potential of coming back to haunt you. Luckily for me, I have no reputation to protect.
There’s something to be said for growing up in small towns. Where else can you spend 45 minutes popping straws in a Tim Horton’s/Wendy’s parking lot and claim it was the most interesting thing there was to do?
I’ve been hanging out with Tracy (who incidentally hasn’t touched her site in ages) quite a bit lately. We spend much time contemplating how little there is to do in the Finger Lakes for people who are Broke As Hellâ„¢. These are some of the few times that I regret being unemployed. The other times are when I am on my computer and want it to be faster, or when I want to buy something, or when I’m low on gas, or when I’m hungry, or in other situations where it would do well to have money. In retrospect, there are more than a few times that I regret being unemployed. I do not regret it, however, between the hours of 6 and 11 in the morning, when I am sleeping.