Uff da, Vogue, and vague
I bought plant stuff at Swanson's and bread at Larsen's. You guessed it: I went shopping in Ballard with m'boy. Sadly, the non-trivial rain kept us away from Golden Gardens.
My Aspiring Ex took m'boy back early because she's been flattened by an infusion and needed him to do chores. I seized that opportuninty to go to Ceremony, the goth-flavored monthly at Re-bar. I'd been before, but this time, it was a reunion of sorts for the Vogue.
For you non-Seattle folks, the Vogue was a club in Belltown and later Capitol Hill run by husband and wife (or equivalents?) Monny & Shawna. They didn't work too hard at being hip or tony, which got them some criticism, but of all establishments of its kind in Seattle, theirs was the most trans-friendly and otherwise accepting of "alternative" lifestyles for about twenty years. (It didn't hurt that Monny is a straight-up transvestite.) It was a center of social life and (sub)culture; I even went to a wedding there once.
Last night Monny and Shawna, several of their former staff, and a gazillion former Vogue patrons packed Re-bar, which had installed a stripper pole on stage in honor of the one at the Vogue. I was feeling the love. I briefly spoke to Shawna, who had somehow found out that I'd "finished", as she put it. I was touched & impressed. Shawna, by the way, still looks very, very good, especially if you consider that she voted against Nixon.
It was also so very nice to see lots of the regulars whom I don't often see anymore. I may have to make it to Ceremony more often.
I engaged in a little cloak & dagger stuff with my favorite Russian, the Siberian Siren, last night during breaks in socializing. You know I'm not into vague here on LJ, but in this case I have to be for her sake. She says it all went according to plan. I look forward todebriefing her hearing the details.
My Aspiring Ex took m'boy back early because she's been flattened by an infusion and needed him to do chores. I seized that opportuninty to go to Ceremony, the goth-flavored monthly at Re-bar. I'd been before, but this time, it was a reunion of sorts for the Vogue.
For you non-Seattle folks, the Vogue was a club in Belltown and later Capitol Hill run by husband and wife (or equivalents?) Monny & Shawna. They didn't work too hard at being hip or tony, which got them some criticism, but of all establishments of its kind in Seattle, theirs was the most trans-friendly and otherwise accepting of "alternative" lifestyles for about twenty years. (It didn't hurt that Monny is a straight-up transvestite.) It was a center of social life and (sub)culture; I even went to a wedding there once.
Last night Monny and Shawna, several of their former staff, and a gazillion former Vogue patrons packed Re-bar, which had installed a stripper pole on stage in honor of the one at the Vogue. I was feeling the love. I briefly spoke to Shawna, who had somehow found out that I'd "finished", as she put it. I was touched & impressed. Shawna, by the way, still looks very, very good, especially if you consider that she voted against Nixon.
It was also so very nice to see lots of the regulars whom I don't often see anymore. I may have to make it to Ceremony more often.
I engaged in a little cloak & dagger stuff with my favorite Russian, the Siberian Siren, last night during breaks in socializing. You know I'm not into vague here on LJ, but in this case I have to be for her sake. She says it all went according to plan. I look forward to