We have just celebrated the 19th annual DIVA Awards and I’m not sure if it worked or not.
Walking up the steepest staircase I’ve ever seen into a pitch black room reminded me of walking upstairs to the old Taxi Club (before the elevator!) or perhaps even Aarows. Is that a good or a bad thing?
I suppose for drags like me, dark rooms are always a bonus but when you have just spent hundreds of dollars on a dress, hair, make-up and of course the ticket, one would think you would want to be seen.
It was a cocktail theme with standing room only and for an old gal like myself it did my legs no favours — perhaps it made my calves even more fabulous but the next day was a killer. If only I had spent more time on my knees.
All the baby drags got drunk beyond words, humiliating themselves beyond belief. When you nearly vomit all over yourself, you know you’ve had one too many champagnes — don’t you?
Even though it was not quite the glamour of yesteryear, it was still filled with the controversy all good nights are made of… Multi-award winners galore! But were they the who’s who of drag? Or were they merely the ones with the most friends at Stonewall on the right day?
It was good to be nominated and great to attend. DIVA will make 20 years which is a wonderful milestone — but we need to be careful that performers are recognised for their talents and not the number of people in their posse, otherwise drag will be dead.
Speaking of the dead, we have now seen the resurrection of Caesar’s Bar every Saturday night at The Clarence and isn’t it filled with all the old crowd — including the old drag queens like me! It is sure to become a camp staple in the queer clubbing diet.
On the topic of camp, let’s not forget Heaven’s Social Dance. The girls and I are madly preparing for an all-Christmas show bonanza. So why not come along on Saturday December 12 to the Northmead Bowling Club and see if Santa stuffs something in your stocking.
It is also that time again when Paul and Gracie head overseas. Gracie is heading off for liposuction as she has put on too much weight – she has hit an all time record weight of 17 kilos!
Their jaunt will leave me in the studio alone once again… So tune in for lots of fun and numerous stuff-ups while they are away.
Which drag queen stood at the back of the room at DIVAs heckling the award recipients suggesting they had less talent than her little finger? I wonder which talent that is? Perhaps it is the ability to change the colour of dress instantly by vomiting all over herself? Dear, dear Miss Le Vomit — people in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones.
Which western Sydney drag queen threw herself at Todd McKenney hoping for that magical kiss…? She got one — but it seems Todd is a breast man.