Sat, Aug 11 at fly
Banned! It’s a word I’ve heard before. I write what I see, and what I see ain’t always good. I was almost banned from fly, twice. Tonight, however, all is swell as I shimmy my bedazzled, glittered ass into the packed club for Glitter Ball. My eyes are blinded by partiers who, for once, dress in the theme, including DJ Aeryn Pfaff, who is spinning in the lounge covered head to toe in gold glitter. Aussie DJ Kitty Glitter, meanwhile, can’t escape attention as she spins a happy mix of top 40, house and old-school dance classics in an outfit adorned with blinking lights. It’s not the music I’m used to on a Saturday, but it goes down well . . . like a hand down some guy’s pants. Yes, I saw you, Mr Sticky Fingers. What is most impressive about Kitty Glitter is that even though she admits she is not feeling well after two days of nonstop DJing (Grapefruit, Woody’s), as well as an appearance on MuchMusic, she’s all smiles. Jet lag? That’s a word banned from the vocabulary of this DJ of drag
Sat, Aug 18 at Goodhandy's
I was once banned for almost a year from Sodom. Tonight all is terrific as I tiptoe my sweaty toga-ed self into Goodhandy’s for Sodom’s third anniversary party. It’s sensory orgy overload. With columns and fluffy clouds surrounding the dancefloor, it’s like we’re dancing at the top of Mount Olympus. Francisco Chacin, Matt Sweet and Will Eagle, dressed as the “Sure Things,” (a play on The Fates) are reading people as puppet Lady Gomorrah does video interviews. The show is the best I’ve seen. Does it get much better than Shane MacKinnon as a pole-dancing Zeus, Igby Lizard as a sparkly, watersports-loving Poseidon and Nikki Chin as a psycho Hades? It’s also the best use of streamers I have ever seen, as the gods each use one colour to signify their powers, hurling them at each other (white thunderbolts, blue torrents of water, red heat rays) in a battle to the death. Hades is now banished from Sodom, too.