MISS LADY DJ

She got her Gemini Mixer with the funky cross-fader

And her two 12 hundreds just ready to let us have.

I walk into the joint

The club was jumping, people pumping they was grooving to the sound shaking booties to the ground

I looked up to the booth to see who was TERIN' off the roof.

Something different this Friday...just in time....to start the weekend off with. My good friend Bridget, or just Bridge, who is a phenomenally entertaining DJ in NYC, is a mix of old school disco and house. She is another reason I'll always have the club scene and dance in my blood and have some damn serious worship when it comes to the dance floor. I can and still do go out dancing and can go for hours. There is nothing like the club scene feel, which I doubt will ever leave my blood stream. She continues the legendary feel of the club scene from the 80-and 90's, and what I love the most...she is sometimes the show itself, while DJing, and being right down where the action is happening. This was from one of her sets back in February. Her motto- Come for the music. Be open to unfamiliar music and sounds. Respect one another. Face each other instead of the DJ. No phones allowed on the dance floor. Dress to express yourself...and DANCE your hearts out.

So while you're working, doing housework or just in the mood to dance when no one is watching just hit the play button darling...and tell me she is not an entertaining DJ! And trust, when I caught this, I was UP! Love ya girl!

MISS BILL

 
Club Kids burst onto New York and London's night-life circuit in the very late 1980's, creating a hedonistic community for the gay, transgender and disenfranchised to be authentically celebrated. It was one reason when I started clubbing, to go New York City, where in clubs there, no one seemed to mind club kids, drag queens and fems...but outside of New York, even in clubs, the gays just didn't get the club kids or drag queens, because it was all about being butch and masculine. These club kids might not have been household names, hell, even most of the LGBT probably didn't know many with exception to maybe James St James, Richie Rich, Amanada Lepore, Susanne Bartsch, Leigh Bowery and "claimed "founder Ernie Glam, who all fueled a pioneering party scene. I was always thrilled and happy when I'd go out in Harrisburg and our very own Miss Bill was a full-fledged Club Kid. Miss Bill would come out on occasion, but he was right in there thick with the legendary New York Club kids , who attended extravaganza parties, mixed with eccentricity and downtown New York chic, brought out the best club freaks, united by art, love, sex and drugs and drag. But it was Miss Bill, who you may also recognize as a reader here, Fatsissy, showed me there was more to clubbing than dressing up in drag drinking and popping pills...it was also a group of the LGBTQ, who came together to form a genuine community to express their artistic flair in a way that was purposefully alienated from the mainstream. I have always adored Miss Bill, so full of life, extremely passionate about LGBTQ rights and a lover of being and loyal activist. He takes no prisoners. I've never met to date someone who is always "on"...there is no off switch, a great sense of humor, if not wicked, can read a bitch for filth, being a hair stylist can werk a wig henny...did many of mine...and she will educate a queen if she doesn't know their gay history. Miss Bill reinvented the do-it-yourself spirit of punk rock and incorporated sci-fi and the circus at times to create a new and exciting style and scene. He will wear anything when not in club attire.... the club kid shines through 24/7 really. And he is fond of a good fun hat. While my good sister David Dust showed me the jock and pretty boy scene, it was Miss Bill who showed me the camp and club kid side of the nightlife. A few dozen times found me at parties in the city with him at a few Suszanne Bartch parties and having met a few of the Club Kids, and the fabulous Lady Kier Kirby. But I really love his gives no fucks attitude to what people think of what he wears, or how flamboyant he acts. His throwing himself on the floor and then rolling across the dance floor was one memorable night once for the Harrisburg crowd and I was there for it!!! Once I moved back, he of course finally moved to Philadelphia where he is already adding to the scene. Always stay fabulous hennnnny.

And this picture was only three weeks ago.

 Now that is fashion henny!