Spilling the beans on boat parties and drag kings
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SUPER EGO Sweetheart, the only reason I'd ever lie to you is to score free drinks or get down your $300 freaky-deaky, pizza-stained pipe pants. I'm not the Internet I'm your friend. You'll never have to add two years to my age or subtract two inches from my width. And as for my length well, I do go on a bit. Everybody knows that. (Wait. Do people still lie on the Internet anymore? Lemme check.... OK, back. Yes. Yes, they do.)
This is how incredibly, embarrassingly forthcoming I am: I can't stop singing the new Girls Aloud single, "Sexy! No No No ...," in my head (thanks, Perez fucking Hilton). I conveniently can't recall if I've ever partied in the private rooftop hot tub at the Porn Palace. I used a SpongeBob beach towel from Target this morning to dry my nether parts before I put them back on. And, to Hunky Beau's eternal chagrin, I can name any designer collection from spring '86 to fall '94 in two accessories or less. I wasn't even born then! Plus, I totally forgot about National Underwear Day last Thursday. Bad gay. Bad.
Also, you're gorgeous. Here's a million dollars. Taste the veracity, baby.
But I still have a few little secrets left, and here are two. First, yes, I'm hot-hot-hot for drag kings. Hot in a "nuzzle me nude until your Crayola-stache rubs off on my nipples" way. I know! Ew! But this girl can't help it, and my cup's about to overfloweth Aug. 18 at the 12th annual San Francisco Drag King Contest at SomArts, during which a bevy of horny-drippin' butches will b-boy it up in a bout for the king crown. It's just like the International Fight League, but with more Mötley Crüe mashups and medical adhesives.
I asked Lu Read, the organizer, how it felt to have reached a fake-dick dozen of these suckers, and he told me "definitely balls to the wall" and that the SFDKC is "like Tease-o-Rama on testosterone and the Miss Trannyshack Pageant on steroids." Lock up your wife and child. This year's contest boasts two preparty pump-ups and a wild after-party, all featuring a veritable queue of tuneful supporters from rockers the Momma's Boyz to sexpot table jock Mauricio Aviles to legendary DJ Derek B (whom I'll miss mightily when he hightails it to far-too-fashionable Berlin next month). It's a cavalcade, it's a carnival, it's a drag kingdom. Crayola nipples.
Secret two: boat parties terrify me. For one, you can't escape if some E'd-out fairy unicorn rainbow twirlbot latches on to you, there's nowhere to run but in circles. But I've spent whole weeks doing that in my room before, so it shouldn't be too much of a problem, right? (You try finding the doorknob when you're cross-eyed and your fingernails are moon lobsters.) For two, I prefer the bartender to mix my cocktails, not the motion of the ocean. I've got A legs, not sea legs. Groan.
But I do love me some PacificSound, the old-school kids who bring you the bright, techno, outdoor Sunset Parties all summer long and Aug. 18 they're taking it to the docks and all around the bay with their infamous Fully Loaded Boat Party. I've heard on good authority that magical things happen at these Pacific proceedings: helicopters fly under bridges, gays find true love, club columnists forego the ginger capsules and antinausea Bio Bands and get crazy to the boom-boom styles of Galen, J-Bird, Solar, Charlotte the Baroness, and so many more. Could it possibly be true? Oh, let's find out for ourselves.
So. Saturday techno boat party, drag king contest. What will I dress as? No lie: Moby Dick. *
FULLY LOADED BOAT PARTY
Aboard the San Francisco Spirit
Sat/18, 5 p.m.11 p.m., $35 presale
Tickets available at Tweekin' Records
593 Haight, SF
SF DRAG KING CONTEST
Sat/18, 8 p.m., $15$35
934 Brannan, SF