Bash Compactor: Stab Party
I did not have a knife, Jenna Skyy told me at Barracuda. They should really have called it Ticked-Off Trannies, Some of Whom Have Knives.
Jenna, along with co-star Krystal Summers and writer-director Israel Luna, was in town for the Tribeca Film festival premiere of Ticked-Off Trannies With Knives, which you may have heard GLAAD squealing over a few weeks ago. Anyway, the titles being changed, but not to Jennas less than succinct suggestion. The movie will now be called Ticked-Off Tr**nies With Knives. No, seriously. For a movie with a tiny budget, made in the sweltering heat of Texas in July, Lunas little movie has already caused quite the ruckus.
Anyway, since they were only in town for a few days (When will I get to go shopping? moaned Summers), fellow Texan Greg Sullivan was determined to show them a good time. The evening that began at Barracuda wound its way to g Lounge. Skyy, who has a healthy dose of skepticism in addition to ginormous and pointy nipples, was leery of how many blocks Sullivan claimed we had to walk, so I gallantly offered her my arm and we traipsed through Chelsea together, bitching about RuPauls Drag Race while she tried to show me her audition tape to be a contestant on her phone.
We didnt last too long at g Lounge; I had mentioned go-go boys at some point, which put a bee in everyones bonnet. Sullivan was in charge, so we all herded off to Splash, Skyy on my arm once more.
Did you have any idea your movie would get GLAAD so riled up? I asked Luna, in a fit of conscientiousness. He laughed. Of course he didnt. Who could have known that a revenge fantasy heavily indebted to the films of Quentin Tarantino would push GLAADs buttons so hard?
Once at Splash, we all straggled downstairs, where one member of our group who shall remain nameless (because I was too wasted to remember it) became mesmerized by a go-go boy. When that same dancer had to help me as I struggled to put a dollar in his briefs, I realized that beer is not the same as water and hit the road, leaving a few risqué comments in my wake. Once home, I tumbled into bed then immediately sat up. Who am I kidding, I mumbled, before making a bed of towels on the bathroom fl oor and lying there until Id vomited. Works every time.