Hello my sweets, throwing some stones back your way.
It’s somebody’s birthday… the older you are the longer the party! And that party seems to be going on forever! Don’t let age slow you down, work those walking sticks girl.
A new record for Perth’s shortest lived gay night, talk about premature cancelation, I suggest the next night should be called Viagra – an indication that it’ll go a little longer.
Wasn’t the foam party at The Court a lot of fun, bubbles and spas and undies and bras! What was with fashion faux pas of Granddad’s Y-fronts in the wet undies competition? It’s a great new initiative, allowing us to see what’s in store before we take someone home, but Swish how cold was that water? We’re talking some serious shrinkage.
Did a boy get bored with his new toy, just a few days and it’s all gone to the dogs, not to worry the back-up plan is looking fit.
Apparently too many straight couples have been seen pashing on in queer venues, how do you differentiate between straight suburbanites and a lost lesbian gone astray, I’m confused.
Can you have too much drag? I hear a Russian boy ran off with one Queen’s boy-clothes in the back of his car, when said queen caught up with the boy at his house he realised he caught a taxi home and left his car behind, leaving the poor queen to return the next morning for her other identity. Good they acted responsibly though, not drinking and driving, was it a long weekend? Anyhow, the Russian is embarking on a new career at the All Night Sparkle Factory.
Things just keep getting better. Who were the five young queers out on on a Monday night to see Joel Creasey test some new material? When co-headliner Mike G looked down he christened the front row the ‘low budget version of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy’. I’ll leave it to you to work out which one is which.
Following people’s lives on Facebook can be so boring, take my friend Jean Luc for instance, went to the gym, went to the gym, went to the gym, went to the gym, went to the gym, went to the gym, went to the gym, went to the gym, went to the gym, bought some silver shorts.
Who was the pretty young thing who ventured out into her back garden el-natural… only to discover the new neighbours were standing on their roof overlooking the garden? Welcome to the neighbourhood indeed.
Saw some girls out on the town looking for some meat, no not boyfriends, it was all you can eat night at the All Night Sparkle factory. Quick call a seamstress and a carpenter let out the dresses and reinforce the stage. Connections has been pumping with the new Got Soul Saturday nights, head down to check it out, but after the all you can eat buffet maybe it should be renamed ‘Funky and Chunky’.
Is it ever too soon? A little birdy tells me someone’s gotten into the Botox. They say you should be good humoured if you get mentioned in Scene OUT but this young queen really can’t crack a smile or a frown.
Roses are red, diamonds are sparkly, here’s a tale that might make someone narky, what the hell – I’ll give it a whirl, which well known blond boy got mistaken for a girl?
Until next issue my sweets, throw me a stone and you’ll get it right back 😉
Panache xXx
