i'm astounded by the recent discovery of a performance troupe from the sixties and seventies called the cockettes. i don't know how i haven't stumbled on them somehow already. the documentary, the cockettes, is delightful and low-budget.
(FOUNDER- HIBISCUS)
i have been going through this stage where i think i need to streamline and de-clutter and modernize and grow up. but damn these guys make me want to add to my old-lady opium den wardrobe feathers and velvet and lace and fur and jewelry jewelry. and i'm mourning the lack of beautiful boys with no boundaries, drug habits, christ-complexes, and curly curly beard heads here in 2009.
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