JACKIE BEAT ATTACKED?
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JACKIE BEAT ATTACKED!?
Current mood: rebellious
Category: Life
Roseanne Barr once called me “the Lenny Bruce of drag”. Thanks to his big mouth Lenny ended up in jail, and thanks to mine I almost ended up in the hospital last night. Let me explain...
When I was first asked to be a part of the Gay Marriage benefit “Love Today, Come What May” at Numbers with fellow performers Selene Luna, Jer Ber Jones, Tammie Brown, Barbie Q and Phyllis Navidad, I immediately said yes. Even though I think there are far more pressing and important issues (like letting young people know that they STILL need to use condoms!), I believe that all people deserve the choice to marry if they want to.
So last night was the big event and there we were, the clowns and modern day vaudevillains, in all our frills and finery, going over our jokes and warming up our voices and touching up our makeup in the makeshift “backstage” area,. The turn-out was respectable (times are tough and tickets ranged from $25 to $75) and one by one we entertained the appreciative crowd with comedy and song.
After my introduction, as I walked to the stage, I noticed a young Asian man in a booth rudely reading a magazine -- not even a REAL magazine, but Odyssey. I stopped near him, rolled my eyes and said, “Um, could you please stop reading that magazine?” The crowd laughed and I proceeded to the stage and then added, “Damn Asians!” Again, the room laughed. I then went on my stand-up routine, which consisted mostly of self-deprecating jokes about my weight. Anyone watching would quickly notice that I make fun of myself more than anyone else and then move on to everyone: The Gays, African Americans, Latinos and yes, even Madonna! The crowd was loving it. Except for the aforementioned magazine reader. He was huffing and puffing and at one point threw a fabric dinner napkin at me. When he stood up and blocked the spotlight, leaving me standing in darkness in the middle of my act, I calmly told him, “If you need a creative outlet then take a fucking pottery class at community college.” He and his “date”, an older white gentleman whom I assumes pays for everything and I do mean EVERYTHING, got up and stormed out, but not before I could add “Have a nice night. Oh, and wear TWO condoms, honey!”
I completed my set and joined Jer Ber in the now empty booth that the Gaysian concubine and his paramour had just vacated. “Oh look, there’s a booth available!” I chirped to the crowd’s delight. Well, to make a long story short (too late!), after the show the owner of Numbers approached me and, fuming and wild-eyed, told me through clenched teeth, “I want you to leave right now or I will have you escorted from the premises!” I seriously thought he was kidding, but no. He repeated himself and I told him I would indeed like an escort out. Numbers, of course, is infamous for its “escorts” so I cheerfully asked, “Who’s going to do it?” “The sherrif’s department!” he informed me. “Sounds good to me, get ‘em on the phone!” I said. Then I thought, this poor guy has no sense of humor and God only knows why he’s so mad -- the racial jokes, my jabs at his uncool nightclub most famous for its tragic May/December prostitution deals -- so I decided to just get my shit and leave.
I grabbed my purse from the “backstage” area and as I left I stopped and loudly told him, “Dont take your lack of intelligence out on me. I’m sorry you have no fucking sense of humor, asshole!” I walked towards the front door and added, “I am being kicked out of here by the owner, everyone! I guess it’s okay for old men to pay for sex here, but it’s not okay to tell certain jokes!” With that, I saw him completely lose it! He picked up the metal microphone stand and came running towards me like an animal. I was terrified and ran out the front door as I saw Jer Ber and my best friend Mario block his way. Mario told me later that the guy was waving the mike stand around and screaming, “DON’T FUCK WITH ME!”
So, I guess it’s more acceptable to beat someone with a metal pipe than to tell jokes that, to unsophisticated politically-correct minds, are considered racist. What a great way to end the Gay Marriage benefit, huh?
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JACKIE BEAT ATTACKED!?
Current mood: rebellious
Category: Life
Roseanne Barr once called me “the Lenny Bruce of drag”. Thanks to his big mouth Lenny ended up in jail, and thanks to mine I almost ended up in the hospital last night. Let me explain...
When I was first asked to be a part of the Gay Marriage benefit “Love Today, Come What May” at Numbers with fellow performers Selene Luna, Jer Ber Jones, Tammie Brown, Barbie Q and Phyllis Navidad, I immediately said yes. Even though I think there are far more pressing and important issues (like letting young people know that they STILL need to use condoms!), I believe that all people deserve the choice to marry if they want to.
So last night was the big event and there we were, the clowns and modern day vaudevillains, in all our frills and finery, going over our jokes and warming up our voices and touching up our makeup in the makeshift “backstage” area,. The turn-out was respectable (times are tough and tickets ranged from $25 to $75) and one by one we entertained the appreciative crowd with comedy and song.
After my introduction, as I walked to the stage, I noticed a young Asian man in a booth rudely reading a magazine -- not even a REAL magazine, but Odyssey. I stopped near him, rolled my eyes and said, “Um, could you please stop reading that magazine?” The crowd laughed and I proceeded to the stage and then added, “Damn Asians!” Again, the room laughed. I then went on my stand-up routine, which consisted mostly of self-deprecating jokes about my weight. Anyone watching would quickly notice that I make fun of myself more than anyone else and then move on to everyone: The Gays, African Americans, Latinos and yes, even Madonna! The crowd was loving it. Except for the aforementioned magazine reader. He was huffing and puffing and at one point threw a fabric dinner napkin at me. When he stood up and blocked the spotlight, leaving me standing in darkness in the middle of my act, I calmly told him, “If you need a creative outlet then take a fucking pottery class at community college.” He and his “date”, an older white gentleman whom I assumes pays for everything and I do mean EVERYTHING, got up and stormed out, but not before I could add “Have a nice night. Oh, and wear TWO condoms, honey!”
I completed my set and joined Jer Ber in the now empty booth that the Gaysian concubine and his paramour had just vacated. “Oh look, there’s a booth available!” I chirped to the crowd’s delight. Well, to make a long story short (too late!), after the show the owner of Numbers approached me and, fuming and wild-eyed, told me through clenched teeth, “I want you to leave right now or I will have you escorted from the premises!” I seriously thought he was kidding, but no. He repeated himself and I told him I would indeed like an escort out. Numbers, of course, is infamous for its “escorts” so I cheerfully asked, “Who’s going to do it?” “The sherrif’s department!” he informed me. “Sounds good to me, get ‘em on the phone!” I said. Then I thought, this poor guy has no sense of humor and God only knows why he’s so mad -- the racial jokes, my jabs at his uncool nightclub most famous for its tragic May/December prostitution deals -- so I decided to just get my shit and leave.
I grabbed my purse from the “backstage” area and as I left I stopped and loudly told him, “Dont take your lack of intelligence out on me. I’m sorry you have no fucking sense of humor, asshole!” I walked towards the front door and added, “I am being kicked out of here by the owner, everyone! I guess it’s okay for old men to pay for sex here, but it’s not okay to tell certain jokes!” With that, I saw him completely lose it! He picked up the metal microphone stand and came running towards me like an animal. I was terrified and ran out the front door as I saw Jer Ber and my best friend Mario block his way. Mario told me later that the guy was waving the mike stand around and screaming, “DON’T FUCK WITH ME!”
So, I guess it’s more acceptable to beat someone with a metal pipe than to tell jokes that, to unsophisticated politically-correct minds, are considered racist. What a great way to end the Gay Marriage benefit, huh?
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posted by Lady Bunny at Wednesday, February 18, 2009
6 Comments:
there are 2 sides to every story and I don't really trust JB
damn faggots!
LOL!!!!!!!
im so funny!
and dont you DARE be outraged
I fucking love that she handled it precisely the way that she did. If the general public had any idea as to how ridiculously rude much of a drag queen's drunken, insecure and volatile audiences were, they'd applaud Jackie. And let's face it, her spin was hilarious. And Bunny, I've seen you rake a heckler across the coals a couple of times as well. I have no doubt that you got a kick out of her blog.
Thanks to the bot of you.
Gracie
this is why we love Miss Beat
a very interesting story.
i respect jackie beat, but i am frosted by her attitude here and elsewhere.
times have changed and so has the show, girls.
this year the president has called on us all to do better.
when miss beat excuses her own behavior by simply highlighting the understandable behavior of numbers' proprietor
she is being fake; pretending she doesn't know what she did "wrong"
and acting like a damn republican crying,
"they are just as rotten as we!"
shifting the blame & taking no responsibility.
well miss beat, no one needs a apology from you.
i know you'd rather shoot your own head off!
just forget it.
no one f*cking cares!
I'm with Jackie on this one, guys!
I hate it when my racist remarks are interpreted as racist remarks.
And I'm enraged when people read in public places.
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