A CATOR 'N' KIER XMAS

Lady Kier has moved back to NYC and we are practically neighbors. She was living in London for around 5 years and we are thrilled to have her back. The sultry songstress has spent those years dj'ing and writing music, and is finally busting out with some new tunes which should be on her site soon ( LADYKIER.COM ). She dee-lited audiences at Wigstock and in Chicago with a few recent shows, an will soon open for James Brown on an Australian tour. Will that be a fonky-ass show or what?

I rang in the New Year with her and assorted aging scenesters at Sister Dimension's place. We hooted at Raquel Welch's insane 1970's TV special. More pix of the the gang on Billy Beyond's cool site: BILLYBEYOND . He's a much better photographer than I as evidenced by these pix of Kier and Raquel which I "borrowed". Which is why he just finished art-directing Amy Sedaris's upcoming home entertaining guidebook.

AS IF RAQUEL ISN'T STUNNING ENOUGH, CHECK THE FACE POPPING THROUGH A SUNBURST IN THE FUCKING RAMS THROAT!


Kier spent Xmas eve with her friend Cator Sparks, who blogged the experience.


Last week the Harvey Milk school had their first Trans Week.

This was a week for everyone from Trans kids, to trannies in training to learn about the lifestyle. There were classes on female speech, collagen injections and how to adapt into society. The grand finale was a Vogueing Ball held in the cafeteria/entertainment room.

These kids have a small ball every Friday but this one was a much bigger event. MAC had makeup artists (including my roommates) come in and do the kids makeup and they always hope for a celebrity judge or two to take part.
When I heard this part I knew immediately who to call.

Lady Kier accepted before I even finished my sentence. She worked with the school in the 80's and knew all about it. When I called the school they about popped out of their skin when I told them Lady Kier would be a judge.

That Friday we got all dolled up. I wore a corset and a westwood top (no fun in the subway, thank God for my overcoat) and headed to Kiers house.



She was in nothing less than neon pink tights, neon blue skirt and a jeweled batwinged sweater. "Hold on Cator, let me just throw on this wig!" she cried from the bathroom.
Out she came with an auburn crimped fall wafting below her shoulders, all attached with a big pink hair clip. The kids were not ready- she looked incredible.

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