Okay, okay, okay, I know you all missed me and it was the first time I missed submitting my article since working at Sydney Star Observer. Circumstances out of my control held me back.
But after a week of rest I am back better than ever. A whole day of watching Foxtel and eating Tim Tams really got me back into shape. And god knows I needed it for last weekend. It was huge, but these days most weekends are.
Like many others I was a part of the May Day fundraiser at the Imperial Hotel.
To bring everyone up to speed, the Imperial Hotel is having problems extending its licence. There could be a chance it will be having to shut at midnight.
Now if anyone has taken a trip out to the Imperial, then you will know that the fun doesn’t start till about 11pm.
Having to shut at midnight will not only kill the Imperial but also leave many showgirls out of work. And let’s just say this would have to go into my Shithouse File.
Organised last Sunday by Queen of Camp Mitzi Macintosh, May Day not only was to show Lord Mayor Clover Moore how much support the Imperial has from community members but from the showgirl community also, as well as raising over $1,500 for the fabulous and much needed charity BGF.
The night consisted of performances by young showgirls all the way through to the old girls.
There were shows by Tora Hymen, Charisma Bell, Freda Corset (who danced her arse off), Melicious Da’marge, Cleopatra Coupe, Sandy Toggs, Kitty Glitter, Minnie Cooper, Farren Heit, Trudi Valentine, Keren St James, Wyness Mongrel Bitch, Portia Turbo, me and of course Mitzi.
From all reports the night was a huge success, proving that when showgirls get together anything is possible.
Now here is my soap box section.
The Imperial has always been there and is an important part of gay culture.
After losing the Albury and many other gay hotels, the showgirl community slowly seemed to get smaller.
The Imperial has given showgirls a place to perform and continued to help keep drag alive in Sydney.
So whoever is responsible on Sydney City Council needs to pull their head out of their arse and see how important this hotel is.
To all the mothers out there who had to deal with their sons dressing up in their clothes for many years and not telling their fathers: Happy Mother’s Day. I guess if I didn’t have you and your heels I wouldn’t be where I am now.
Happy birthday for last week, Ricca Paris. You are fabulous.
Who was the usually fantastic showgirl who was found lying outside her house asleep with a kebab? Supposedly she lost her keys and had to wait till her flatmate got home. Heaven!