SEX WORKERS ART SHOW/KILLER OF SHEEP

THE LAST TWO NIGHTS WERE INSPIRING.

SUNDAY NIGHT, IN THE CLOUD OF A RAGING HANGOVER, FROM THE DUST OF A TERRIBLE DOMESTIC TIFF, WE WENT OUT TO SEE KILLER OF SHEEP.

I KNOW THIS WAS RE-RELEASED A WHILE AGO, BUT I NEVER HAD THE CHANCE TO GO SEE IT. SO, WHEN I SAW IT WAS BEING SHOWN IN THE STUDENT ACTIVITIES CENTER AT THE UNIVERSITY OF LOUISVILLE, ME AND THE MRS. HAD TO GO! IT TOOK US FOREVER TO MANEUVER THROUGH THE MAZE OF COLLEGE THAT IT IS, BUT WE FINALLY FOUND THE LITTLE THEATER ON THE TOP FLOOR JUST AS THE TITLE WAS FLASHED ON THE SCREEN.

THIS MOVIE WAS AN AMZING VIEW OF LIFE IN MID-SEVENTIES WATTS. TRULY POETIC AND ENGAGING WITH SOME OF THE MOST EXPRESSIVE DIALOGUE I'VE HEARD IN FILM. GRANTED, IT WAS CHARLES BURNETT'S THESIS PROJECT IN FILM SCHOOL AND THE LANGUAGE WAS FORCED, IT STILL HELD DOWN THE STUNNING IMAGERY.

MONDAY NIGHT, AFTER MY FIRST DAY WORKING IN THE WOODS, BUILDING TERABITHIA TYPE PATHS, WE WENT TO THE LAST NIGHT OF THE SEX WORKERS ART SHOW.

I HAVE SOME FRIENDS WHO'VE BEEN ON THIS CRAZY SIX WEEK TOUR (INCLUDING LOTS OF PROTESTS, AND BILL O'REILLY DID SOMETHING) WHO I REALLY WANTED TO SEE. SARAH ADAMS IS ONE OF MY OLDEST BUDDIES FROM COLLEGE AND JERRY LEE, WHO WAS THE MOST EXPLOSIVE 'LADY' MODEL.
NATURALLY, I THOUGHT THE SHOW WAS GOING TO BE THE PROTOTYPICAL LIBERAL ARTS COLLEGE "MY PUSSY, MY PAIN, MY FATHER" SHIT, BUT IT WAS SO SO NOT THAT. THESE WOMEN WERE FUCKING TALENTED AND HYSTERICAL! THE SHOW BALANCED THE MACABRE SIDE OF SEX WORK WITH THE GENIUS SIDE SO WELL.. I NEVER GOT BORED ENOUGH TO SMOKE OR GET ANOTHER BEER (MY ATTENTION SPAN RARELY ALLOWS THIS).
ALSO, AT THE END OF THE SHOW, JERRY LEE CAME OUT IN MY LONESTAR JOCKSTRAP (SOUVENIER), JUMPED IN A KIDDIE POOL OF GLITTER AND STUCK A SPARKER UP HIS ASS WHILE THEY TOSSED GLITTER ALL OVER THEMSELVES. . .
AFTERWARDS, WE ALL WENT TO BROADWAY TRAGIC BAR 'FREDDIES' TO HEAR THE STORIES FROM THE TOUR. I THINK THEY SHOULD TOUR WITH THE STORIES FROM THE TOUR, THE MRS. AND I SPENT THE WHOLE TIME EITHER LAUGHING OR WITH OUR JAWS GLUED TO THE TABLE.

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GUN FIGHTS, GRANNY TRANNY AND ME!

Our closest bar is called Woody''s. It's pretty okay, real divey and it has that prototype cheap gay bar smell. Not the Lonestar or Eagle poo smell, but the smell you'd get at the old Transfer, before the neo-italio-electro-disco-mash up whatever it is today (i call it 'there's a photobooth'). . . it's stale.
The best fixtures are the Granny Tranny and the uber-thug from the Mumbleria.
The granny tranny is amazing! She's this straight grandpa of 6 who dresses up in womens' clothing with out his family knowing. I'd say she's 6'4" in heels. The other night, she roared into the place with a bright white fur coat on, a little red tennis skirt, white leggings, brutal black heels, little frilly dorothy socks and a dirty brown wig that looks like he keeps between the mattress and the box spring. Yet, all she does is come in, do a round and stand in the back to wait for looks, signs of adoration or astonishment, either one seems fine. . .
The uber thug from the Mumbleria just walks around whispering to himself about nothing and he's totally decked out like a hardcore gangster. I saw him threaten to shoot this fat hick the other day and I took it seriously, he was reaching for a gun or something, i was out before i could see anymore. He loves karaoke, tho. Not performing, but it makes him smile so wide just watching it. . . it's almost cute.