Last night a young friend of mine dragged me to my second ever visit to Duckie, a night club at the Royal Vauxhall Tavern catering for the gay middle-class bohemia. That was my friend's first visit. The night of my own first time there, they had contemporary dancing as a show which was quite accelerating to see in the context of what is effectively a gay pub.
Last night proved however quite different. A performer calling himself Puta was there in very bad drag (skinny floral dress, stringy black wig over a painted balaklava and topped with a douche bag). He was hiding behind a meter high bit of cardboard which he was pushing around the stage. All along his act, he was chanting first in German then in English to an electronic track. After a while, he cut out holes in the cardboard with a knife before stripping and sticking his legs in the holes (showing his own hole in the process to the whole audience (yes that's a lot of 'oles). He then tried to climb a ladder in that unpractical posture.
The second act was someone from Tokyo, stipped down to in his boxers, covered in glitter with a digital camera around his neck. He chatted a bit to the audience, not making much sense before treating us (!) to a rather bad and very loud rendition of My Way.
The third act saw the return of "Puta" together with his ladder. Still chanting, he got up on his ladder, squeezing himself between the top rung and the ceiling of the room, stripped again and then started to piss on stage to the amused horror of the audience. People on the front row moved back but most people laughed and applauded.
I am not sure my friend will want to go back. I was actually quite unshocked, which led me to think of how being gay (in effect being pushed to the fringe of society but society itself) has exposed me and allowed me to get used to all sorts of things that the rest of society would very much disapprove of and use a basis for further austracism. A sort of self-fulfilling prophecy.
Last night proved however quite different. A performer calling himself Puta was there in very bad drag (skinny floral dress, stringy black wig over a painted balaklava and topped with a douche bag). He was hiding behind a meter high bit of cardboard which he was pushing around the stage. All along his act, he was chanting first in German then in English to an electronic track. After a while, he cut out holes in the cardboard with a knife before stripping and sticking his legs in the holes (showing his own hole in the process to the whole audience (yes that's a lot of 'oles). He then tried to climb a ladder in that unpractical posture.
The second act was someone from Tokyo, stipped down to in his boxers, covered in glitter with a digital camera around his neck. He chatted a bit to the audience, not making much sense before treating us (!) to a rather bad and very loud rendition of My Way.
The third act saw the return of "Puta" together with his ladder. Still chanting, he got up on his ladder, squeezing himself between the top rung and the ceiling of the room, stripped again and then started to piss on stage to the amused horror of the audience. People on the front row moved back but most people laughed and applauded.
I am not sure my friend will want to go back. I was actually quite unshocked, which led me to think of how being gay (in effect being pushed to the fringe of society but society itself) has exposed me and allowed me to get used to all sorts of things that the rest of society would very much disapprove of and use a basis for further austracism. A sort of self-fulfilling prophecy.
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