My hacking bronchial cough has finally cleared, thank God, since I had to go to Brini Maxwell's party at Barracuda. I adore Brini, who has her own cable access show. Brini shared cooking and sewing tips with viewers. As Tony aptly noted, Sue Ann Niven was Brini, even though Brini was quite young at the time.
I have never been inside Barracuda, but I have been to Noodle Corner, the Chinese place on the corner of Eighth and 22nd, and usually a crowd in jeans and white t-shirts goes there. The tight t-shirt type. The jerk type. All looking alike. But Brini brings out a lot of diversity, and her fans are from all walks of gay life. Bears, cutiepies, average Joes, and especially drag queens.
Brini's mother and father were in attendance. Of course, I have met them, and it was good to see them. It was good to see them supporting Brini. Aftr all, drag versions of Martha Stewart can only benefit from a strong parent-son/daughter relationship. Brini's mom, in fact, has put 100% of her efforts into the world of Brini.
Everyone loves Brini, especially her Mom. And that's a Good Thing. The Brini Maxwell Show airs on Friday nights at 8:30 pm on channel 34 or 35. I forget which.
Tony and I went to dinner with J and R to the Bendix Diner. Its window features a neon sign that encourages us all to "get fat." We saw S there. S is basically a solipsistic schmuck. Even though I pointed S out to J, S made no effort to acknowledge the presence of anyone except J's. This is the sort of thing I just hate about certain segments of the community. Some people think that all there is to gay life is saying hello to fellow pretty boys and looking good, and to hell with everyone else. Of course, it's the rest of us who are often fighting for the rights from which they benefit. It doesn't really hurt to be a mensch now and then, but what can you expect from someone who throws away books when he's done reading them and thinks that great sex involves him sitting back and making someone else do all the work, when he's not looking in the mirror? People like S are a clodular bore. How he actually has had a boyfriend, who from a distance looks declawed and domesticated, is a mystery to me. "Why do assholes have boyfriends?" is one of those great unsolved mysteries, but it does give insight into the M of S&M.
The world would be a much nicer place if everyone carried themselves like a gracious hostess, like Brini.
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