every party you'd go to, some queen would come out and go. ' oooooooh baby love, my baby love....'
So i came out and did janis joplin.
Eventually i left atlanta and got a greyhound bus to NYC"
jayne county in ' please kill me : the uncensored oral history of punk ' by legs mcneil and gillian mccain, recalling being a drag queen in late1960's georgia.
we need gothioke. i need desperately to see and hear a drag queen do siouxsie or, better yet, let's drape a BU goose over someone and they can be bjork....
i need some high fucking camp for fuck's sake.
it's been a long time.
there were plans for ' dueling nicos' wherein yours truly was going to dress up with another as 2 nicos, who would go out and vogue around a bit then beat the shit out of each other at man ray.
but none of you know who NICO was for fuck's sake! she was german- i mean you like that shit- a big blonde monotone sterile nazi- don't you?
every goth bar you'd go to there would be anime whore and a vampire and tid bit of victoriana in lace and a mod in black and mangy animal back pack and i said, 'if one more goth requests whorjobb, or a fucking emo song or pukes diesel grade absinthe down their front while admiring the the laser saber of a Star Wars Storm trooper, i'll strangle them!'
then i came out dressed as an SS officer. and requested marlene dietrich.
eventually i left boston and got on the astral plane to any fucking where else besides planet earth.