By Albert Samaha
By Steve Weinstein
By Devon Maloney
By Tessa Stuart
By Alison Flowers
By Albert Samaha
By Jesse Jarnow
By Eric Tsetsi
A future Times Square classic? I hear Ang Leewill star Hugh Grantin something called On the Avenue, and sassy drag queen Vaginal Cream Davisis up for a lead. Davis tells me the film deals with "a black trannie crack 'ho [no, not Divine Brown] who speaks Ebonics and must be turned into a high-class octoroon to attend some charity event." Crouching Tiger, Hidden Drag Queen?
Rather than slum my way to another charity ball, I went back to xl, where I found a cute, kicky crowd with not too much of any one type (which is shocking, by high-tech Chelsea gay bar standards). Even one person at xl can embody two separate genres; the ambient lighting keeps changing, so the hot stud you were cruising turns out, in brighter illumination, to be a total troll with six eyes and four noses! That's OK; when it goes dark again, you can run.
And that I didstay with me nowall the way to the Children's Hope Foundation toy drive at the David Barton Gym, where, amid all the donated playthings, there was a trannie Santa, a drag Christmas tree, and a barmaid pouring booze out of her brassiere cups. It was all trèsclean in a mildly insouciant way, so I raced back to the wilder toys of Times Square. It's dirty down there!
Finally, the filthiest recent behavior? Not long ago, I called the editor of Manhattan File to check out a rumor that the magazine was going el foldo. She freaked and insisted, "Oh, nomaybe it's Manhattan Style, but not us!" Well, the other day, itManhattan Filewent el foldo. Am I surprised at the bald-faced evasion? No, these are the same people who always told writers, "You'll have no problem getting paid right away." And my agent, manager, and publicist all believed it!