An Evening with Jinkx Monsoon and The Vaudevillians at the 519

Scissor Sisters - Sound Academy, Aug 31/10

This was possibly the best concert I've ever seen. I loved it.
The concert was at the Sound Academy, which used to be the Docks. I had heard horror stories so I was a bit leery. Everyone was getting searched and patted down going in but I didn't get the alcohol wristband so I think they went easy on me. Plus they had a huge patio you could take your drinks on which was nice.
The show started and the group had so much energy it was amazing.


For the encore, they did their cover of Pink Floyd's "Comfortably Numb", followed by my favourite song "Invisible Light" off the new album complete with Anna Matronic in a gold dress turning circles and hot choreography from the whole group, the place was on fire. I thought that was it, how could they top that? But one last song started, "Filthy/Gorgeous" and at the height of the song a confetti cannon filled the air with glitter, you couldn't even see there was so much, and I was in a state of pure bliss.

P-town, last day

The parade was great!

On the way to the parade we passed this house:

It's a loft of the second floor with the bed right there facing the street and a sky light open to the night air, it would feel like you were sleeping outside, and with the cold air from the ocean, I thought this was really cool.

Parade grand marshals Margaret Cho and Bruce Villanch.

Miss Richfield 1981.

Two porn stars from the recently bankrupt Colt studios.

Are these real?

Went back to the hotel to have a rest and noticed the tide was out. There's a 12 foot difference in water level between high and low tide, so the ocean basically leaves:

The theme of the parade was "Jungle Fantasy" this year so there was jungle themed items all over. One blow up monkey got ran over by a car and a little coffin was made for it by somebody:

Afterward we went to a play 'Darrin Brockovich' but the door was closed, the theatre locked and the show had been cancelled! This was a surprise as we had only bought our tickets the afternoon before, you'd think they would have said something.
After drowning our sorrows in chocolate banana cupcakes, we made the long walk back to the hotel.
Friday morning we went and had brunch at my new favorite restaurant Tiny's, a place that serves local food only and is run by hippies but you can really taste the freshness and the food is AMAZING!
I had an egg scramble with feta, bacon and scallions served with cantaloupe and homemade bread. Yum.
From there a little more shopping and then back to the hotel to recharge. There is pedicabs all over so I picked an especially cute boy and he said it was $10 to the hotel, a bike rental was $25! I had him stop so I could pick up an iced coffee and we were off at the speed of lightning. The wind was whipping past and I felt like royalty sitting in the back zooming past all the peasants. Plus the cute guy pedaling had his butt in my face and his Calvin Klein underwear showing so I gave him a $20, well worth it! The only way to travel.
After recharging we walked to the bookstore where Christopher Rice was signing books. I read his first book and wasn't too impressed so I didn't really want to spend $30 on his new one, but when we got there they were sold out of the new one and only had cheap paperbacks left. I grabbed the last one and he signed it and I got a photo with him so I can tag it as 'famous people' on my blog. The book sounded good.

From there off to the theatre to finally see Darrin before Miss Richfield at 10, which was one of the reasons we came here so we had to see her. I asked how long the show was and he said just over two hours which means we would miss Miss Richfield! At this point I asked for a refund, he said he would have to get the manager and I had Alberto hold the door. "No one is getting in or out of here unless we get our money back!" he said and I dissolved into laughter. I kept saying "Give me my scissors, I'll cut a bitch!" to quote Kathy Griffin or "Hold my hair!" which is what black women say before they fight to get their friend to hold their hair extensions so they can rumble.
We got our money which was great but now meant we had time to kill. After the worst meal ever which I don't even want to mention over to the line for Miss Richfield.

On the way we stopped by the ocean and I used my camera's self-timer feature for the first time to take this picture:

We were very early but eventually a line formed behind us and we talked and joked and made some friends. There's a kind of understanding when everyone is gay men that you share a common experience and most people are friendly and jovial.

The Richfield show was great, not as good as the last one we saw but definitely worth the price of admission.

Woke up early, checked out and am now on the ferry to Boston. Game tonight at Fenway, Red Sox vs. Blue Jays and I want to try to go to the movies before to see Piraña 3D. Flight tomorrow at 6:30, Pearson at 8pm, should be home by 10 pm. I will NOT feel like going to work on Monday!!!

Provincetown - Monday

Having fun.
Here in the late 1700's, they built like 35 houses on a tiny island. It was too cold in the winter so they floated the houses across the ocean to the mainland, about 15 of these houses still are around. They all have these blue plaques to show they were one of the originals.


Downtown Provincetown.

Me with porn star Gus Maddox. It always amazes me how much smaller stature these guys are in real life. Also I want to go back and tag all the photos of me with famous people on this blog at some point, I have met quite a few.

Here's the Pilgrim Monument from this morning. The Mayflower landed here first and the pilgrims stayed for five weeks before moving on to Plymouth.

Many many steps to walk up!

View from the top. Okay, but that was a lot of steps!

Pilgrim plaque.

There's these rocks into the ocean by my hotel and they go so far you can't see the end of them. I decided to try walking them, there's a lighthouse in the distance, thought maybe I could get there.

This is after about 20 minutes, looking back. There's crabs on the rocks birds have taken from the water and eaten along the way. Plus the rocks aren't that easy to maneuver but I'm passing middle age ladies with kids so I keep going.

Looking back, this is as far as I got. This kid passing me said the tide was coming in about 20 minutes from then and the path would be under water in parts. Now jumping from one jagged rock to another in a foot of water in the middle of the ocean is not my idea of a good time, so I hoofed it back.
The tide also screwed me yesterday morning, I went out to swim in the ocean and noticed there was no ocean. I was like "That's strange, I know I left it here...." It took me about 30 minutes to figure out the tide was out.

This is the lighthouse, still in the far distance after about 30 minutes. Will try again tomorrow morning when the tide is low.

That's all for today!

Pride 2010

Finally I get the photos up! With Fringe and Pride and Gaga, it's been busy!
Saturday started with an amateur "Best Buns" contest:

And this hottie. I was saying how I didn't find muscles that attractive then I saw this guy and had to change my mind. Turns out he's porn star {insert name here}.

The drag stage in the village is the most consistent, practically every time I pass by there's a good show on. I loved this top, I want one!

Saw Cyndi Lauper on Saturday night - what a disaster! Firstly the line to get in was about 1,000 people so there was no way that would get in before the show was over. We waited outside to try and watch through the fence and about 30 min. before the show a second gate opened in front of us and we got in!

Once inside we realized there was no breeze and we were stinking hot. We hudled with the crowd until Cyndi came out and sang three Blues songs back to back. I kept yelling that we were only there to hear "Girls Just Want to Have Fun" but apparently she didn't hear me.

We cut out of the crowd and hung out near the back where there was less people and a little breeze and waited the 75 minutes for her to play a single song we'd ever heard before. What a waste. After "Time After Time" she said "This next one is by B.B. King" and I said "I'm outta here!" and we took off.

Sunday the parade started at 2 but I wanted to go see Shaun Proulx read at the Proud Voices tent at 2:30. Got to the tent, he had cancelled, so got to the parade about 2:45. First thing I saw was Levi Poulter from my cruise:

He sailed past. I swear, the floats I cared about with hot guys went by at 90 miles an hour, the ones with disabled elderly topless lesbians stopped for half an hour.
A leather tribute:

A good time girl:

Love the costumes:

Heavy guys can really make a splash in the right drag:

This guy is what we refer to as "trade" or "rough" or "yummy":

Cool outfit!:

Rocky and Dr. Frankenfurter:

This couple actually got married in the parade.

These guys were modeling underwear and things were getting hot. I was kind of obsessed with them for a while, before I found something better....

This pants pulled down couple was a good find!

This fellow from my video was shaking it all over the place and I became hypnotised, I couldn't turn away. I have practically a whole photo album of this guy.

I heard this one guy saying he was too embarrassed to take a photo with him and I totally agree, I was much too shy myself:

Me with porn star Roman Heart. I think he was obsessed as I said he was overly tanned - he was practically Hispanic he was so tanned. Also I think his boyfriend or something was there too and you were supposed to get a photo of the two of them together. I had never heard of the boyfriend so I brushed him off.

Me with random TD Bank hottie:

Cool couple. Why are people that wear stuff like this always from like Amsterdam or something?

Yummy. I am now obsessed with this guy.

He caused a bit of a commotion and crowd:

Lady Gaga was there, but she had really let herself go:

Naked Elvis. What would a Pride parade be without him?

It's actually a good way to hide the fact that you're a pervy old naked man.... *Note to self - when old, or next year, wear Elvis hair*