Local trans bombshell Cassandra Cass goes big with Wild Things -- plus this week's nightlife picks
It was one of those knockout weekends during which rabid electro kids and throbbing bluegrass fans, twirling gay flaggers and hot-pink breast cancer walkers all blurred into, well, a blur. Hell if I remember most of it. But it's a dazzling blur, a blur you can really take a shine to, kind of Brazil-shaped with opalescent edges, undulating there in the partially cloudy air, a 4G jellyfish lingering on the event horizon.
I.e., a blackout. So anyway, what's my favorite multi-gifted, ultra-busty local transsexual performer Cassandra Cass (www.cassandracass.com ) doing lately? In case you hadn't heard, her talents are blossoming every Thursday at midnight on the Showtime network, in an outrageously entertaining reality show called "Wild Things."
"You mean my two biggest talents are blossoming," Ms. Cass breathes into my ear — and I swear I hear her shake her boobs over the phone. Cassandra's one of those beautiful SF nightlife unicorns you spot whisking through random parties on the arm of a handsome gentleman, or pay good money well-spent to see lip-synch lustily at Harry Denton's packed Sunday's A Drag brunch buffets (Sundays, noon and 2:30 p.m., $39.95. Starlight Room, 450 Powell, SF. www.harrydenton.com ). She's fantastical, and now she's the world's.
On "Wild Things," Cass and two other trans bombshells, Maria Roman and Tiara Russell, hit the road in a Winnebago, traveling through the West working odd jobs to raise money for Maria's brother's kidney disease treatment. Hair-flipping bronco busting, slaughterhouse mishaps, sexy hotdog sales, half-naked car washes, cop-attracting catfights, flirty lube jobs, and more ensue.
Notably missing on their trips into backcountry? Rampant transphobia. "Sure, here we come, these transgender Amazons with impossible figures into your tiny town. But once people got to know us, they loved us, laughed along with us" Cassandra dished. "That's why I think the show's so important. We're the only trans reality show that's reaching the nation, our ratings are through the roof. And we're real people. We're not just standing on a corner looking bitter."
Cassandra just auditioned for ABC's "Wipeout"(!) and is currently working on a 2011 edition of her infamously smokin' calendar. "Mama's off the chain for that one — put me in a bikini and I'll do anything," she purrs. "My goal is to be someone that people look at and go crazy for. Men, women, gay, straight, whatever — I want them to see me and question why they put themselves in a niche, why they think they have to be just one thing."
A primo opportunity to check out new performance space Ark221 (www.ark221.com ), this monthly "bring your own film" fest — nay, orgy — will open your eyes to great local video talent. Moderators J. Douglas Smith and Gregg Golding, a.k.a. transdimensional rapper Odynophagia, reel you in.
Wed/6, 8 p.m., $3. Ark221, 221 11th St., SF. www.cinemaorgy.com 
Eccentric Baltimorean tunesmith has lately specialized in a Chicago-looking brand of burbling, red-lit, obsessively detailed house — so nice. He'll be headlining the invaluable No Way Back monthly with DJs Conor and Solar.
Sat/9, 9:30, $10. 222 Hyde, SF. www.222hyde.com 
Is SF ready for a lounge revival? It is if it's this aurally sensuous and intellectually stimulating. DJs Delachaux and FACT.50 plumb the depths, from Angelo Badalamenti and Astor Piazzolla to Hooverphonic and Beirut.
Sat/9, 9:30 p.m., $5. Medici Lounge, 299 9th St., SF
Hard to believe one of my favorite dives is twice as old as I am! Celebrate all evening with eats, treats, and beats from rockin' bands Mighty Slim Pickens, The Ex Boyfriends, Bronze, and tons more.
Sat/9, 3 p.m., free. El Rio, 3158 Mission, SF. www.elriosf.com