Written by Dennis
Hello all of you fabulous people
out there in the world! My name is Dennis and I
would like to share with you what it is like to
be in New York, in the summer, tasting the fruit
of life (and believe me I have tasted a few fruits).
However before we begin, let me
say that I love this city by the sea so very much.
There is so much to see and do, you could go out
every night and still have to turn parties down.
I have had to develop that six sense of knowing what
is hot and what is not. So be assured I will only
tell you all about the best parties, for those are
the only ones I go to (fyi
I'm a picky bitch
when it comes to parties). Having said all that lets
get to the meat of what's going on in NY:
Spafford and Janine
The two best events during the
whole Howl Festival were Bitch @ Fez and the Rubulad
Party. Bitch, a member of Bitch and Animal, made
all the girls wet last Friday night (even me!).
After a sultry introduction by the infamous Murray
Hill, Bitch hopped on stage decked in head to toe
Neo-Hippie gear. Everybody went wild! She had an
ease about her, which was unexpected. I found myself
drawn to her, waiting to hear what she would have
to say. The Bitch spoke of life and journeying,
trying to find herself. In truth I had never heard
her sing before, and was expecting to hear something
along the lines of Nina Hagen, but The Bitch shocked
me when she burst out in the most melodic of voices.
As I sat there (I was hanging out with a group
of girls I had met at the bar, they sort of adopted
me), I realized that I might be a lesbian! The
energy in that dimly lit room was intoxicating.
All of these women (and their adopted gay boys)
were all smiling and soaking in the wisdom if the
The show ended in a roar of applause.
My night ended by getting spanked by a tough blond
grrrl in the hallway. It all seems now like some
kind of Sapphic dream
On Saturday night, late late
night, after waiting for my gal pal to get done
with her bartending gig in the East Village, we
arrived at Rubulad. This party is an underground
favorite. Rubulad is a traveling party (in that
it is always at a different place) and has been
happening for about three years. This time it was
at the CSV center, which is an artist hive in L.E.S.
Decked in a party costume (a black sheer tunic
and fur collar) I ascended into this space of inspiration
and imagination. As always this party was amazing!
We danced and drank in to the wee hours of the
morning. DJ's, bands, singers, hula hoopers, performance
artist and so on all delighted us with their skill.
By 4am I had been groped by a guy who looked like
Chevy Chase, and had somehow made out with a girl
wearing only a bra and a thong. My oh my, the things
I do when I'm feeling high minded.
That's all folks! Until next
time, in the words of Mr. Willy Wonka.
"Nihil desperandum, dear lady. Across the desert lies the promised land.
Goodbye, Mrs. Gloop. Adieu! Auf wiedersehen! Gesundheit"