January 24, 2008

Thursday night I go to the Harris Theater to see the world-renowned Les Ballets Trockaderos de Monte Carlo, a troupe made up of men who dress up as ballerinas and do all the women's parts in pointe shoes. I had a marvelous time, these men were beautiful, funny as hell and gave a great show. Friday I see my accupuncturist Dr. Feng, as my stripper pole arms are still in massive pain. I then go to a dance rehearsal for a show at the Park West, and our choreographer has us rolling around on the ground, doing drop splits, shoulder stands and random acrobatics. Ouch. Later on I go to hear Vic Lavender and Anthony Nicholson at Sonotheque, then go to see my beloved Frankie Knuckles at Zentra. My favorite friends Robert Williams, bitchy Andre Hatchett, Craig Loftis, Judge and Fredrick Dunsen were all there. They finally put up a gate by the DJ booth so that retards would stop going up to bug Frankie.

Trockaderos de Monte Carlo

This raw food detox is really killing me, because if I do any kind of clubbing/partying, my body takes 10x longer to recover. I need to remember I'm detoxifying from poisons and cooked food and smoke and bad energy. Sunday I have yet another rehearsal for another choreographer. I'm dying because I've been fasting for 2 days. Later than night I have to drop off magazines at 6 different clubs, north and south, given that it's a big party night with MLK holiday tomorrow. I was tempted to go to Ron Carroll and Barbara Tucker's party at 720, but I felt like I was going to pass out. So after driving everywhere around Chicago, I cook my man a giant bowl of garlic fried rice and steak, me nothing, then pass out in my lovely lovely bed. Sweet Dreams.

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