Darling, after a long week living and working in Paradise, it only gets better when you can let your hair down, and shake a tale feather at one of the fabulous discotheques in this fine city!
 
 I don’t EVER want to become a creature of habit, yet once again this Friday, my sassy ass could be found at RICH’S on University for some fin du semaine divertissement.  As I was leaving there last week, I was handed a flyer by Davina, who promised a night of “FIERCE” entertainment at “Circus,” which she was starring in.  All I caught was a glimpse of her, as I

Davina in "Circus Remixed"

exited with the crowd onto the sidewalk, but I thought, “What a gorgeous creature!”  And made plans right there and then, that I would not miss her show for the world!
I just love how the place was decked out with red and purple velvety fabrics draped from the ceiling to give the impression of a big top tent.  Dangling from the pinnacle was the biggest mirrored disco ball I ever did see.  It was bigger than my Aunt Fanny’s fanny!  And that’s LAAARGE!  (Honey, when she flies Coach, they make her buy two seats.)
  
Before the show started, I noticed a familiar face sitting in a booth.  “Cheetah, is that you baby doll?” I asked.  And this tall Adonis rose to give me a hug.  It’s ironic that I recognized him in the dark with his clothes on, since I originally know him from Black’s beach.  And once you’ve witnessed his blessed body that makes the blood surge, you never forget it!  Actually, it was his fiery auburn curly mane that gave him away.
  
Cheetah Platt is an aerial performer and instructor.  While making a pit-stop at the bar with my dear friend JT, who makes a wicked cocktail by the way, we talked about his upcoming exhibition on April 25 at –you guessed it– RICH’S.  We also talked,

Lady Bunny

 I went back to the bar to settle my nerves, where I bumped into one of MY old colleagues, Jason Jism!  Sugarplum, we were the biggest Club-Kids on the block back in day, and partied at the Powder Room in Las Vegas with the likes of Lady Bunny!  “Do you still have your stacks?” I asked.  “You bet your sweet ass I do.  All twenty-eight inches of ‘em,” he replied. Our stacks were bigger than anything Elton John or KISS ever did, and should someday end up in a museum! 
  
Some other pretty faces in the crowd also caught my eye.  I saw Andrew J. from SDSU again this week, but I don’t think he remembered me on account of he was a little hammered last time we met.  There was a group of voluptuous, full-figured girls that swaggered past me in the hall.  One smiled and blew me a kiss with her classic 1940’s “cherries in the snow” red lips from Revlon.  Ooohwee!  It tickled my spine the way she channeled Miss Rita Hayworth!
  
Part of this posse was  Ruby D. who you may know from The Flame on Park.  I noticed there was something different about this girl, honey, and that’s when says “The D is for DICK!”  Well, she’s running for Miss Gay San Diego and she definitely has my vote, OK????
  
Of course I was just overcome with emotion to run into yet another “old” party socialite, The Lady Sharone, surrounded by a ring of hunks in the sea of men.  She just got done doing a hair and make-up project for Kendra from Girls Next Door that day, and still came out to glow and glitter with The Children.  I told her I’m now working with Johnathan on the website,

and she practically choked with laughter on her drink.  “When you see Johnathan tell him I said, ‘Stick it in!  Stick it in!’”  And we both laughed harmoniously.  It was obviously an “inside” joke, but it sent my nasty mind wondrously on a curve.  Boinggggg!
  
Oh Mr. Hale, you are a naughty boy, and one of these days darling… one of these days….!
  
I know why I love to go out and be a part of the scene… to party and rub elbows with the best, the brightest, and the kinky… you just meet SO many interesting people!

Absolut Disco

  
Perhaps the one who really left a lump in my throat, and a bump in my thumper is Jeffery a.k.a. MonoMono.  It was a chance encounter that made my heart skip a beat.  Out of the yonder he appeared, and was next to me all of the sudden, as if he belonged there, like the Moon and the Earth.  We looked into each other’s eyes and did not turn away, but for the cosmic dance.  His hands on my waist; mine on his; our hips came together in a stance any chaperone at the high school dance would surely disapprove of.