A different kind of Thursday night activity…
This past Thursday night provided me with perhaps the most blog-worthy topic I have ever encountered: a South American “tranny show.” (For those of you unaccustomed to this type of thing, I do in fact mean “tranny” as in transvestite.)
Instead of our typical restaurant-and-bar routine, my friends and I went to Club 69 (pun intended, I’m guessing), ready for a wild ride. I had only been to one tranny show in the past, and that was in New York City for my 18th birthday. My parents came with me on that occasion, which I later learned was a pretty awkward mistake to have made; let’s just say I did not want my dad looking on as I got a semi-sensual lap dance from a very effeminate male wearing nothing but a skirt and pasties. Needless to say, I was expecting anything and everything.
We walked into the club and were greeted by an emcee wearing a long tux jacket with coattails and donning fabulous, fake and colorful eyelashes. (I instantly made a mental note to find some for myself.) The club was PACKED, and not surprisingly, the clientele was…eccentric. Of course, there were plenty of people there who were just there to have a good time like us. But there were also plenty others that could give the barely-dressed dancers a run for their money – Club 69-goers of both sexes were sporting Elton John-esque makeup and bikinis rather than actual clothes. Regardless, we made our way through the sea of clubheads to the stage, where the show would surely occur.
Soon, four gorgeous men waltzed onstage, looking more beautifully done up than many women at the club that night. The lights dimmed and the emcee walked to the middle of the stage, amidst the four other men dancing their hearts out. With a cane and top hat in hand, he introduced the main attraction: a 6-foot-4-inch man who weighed roughly 450 pounds, stuffed into a sparkly pink prom dress and wearing more makeup than a pageant queen. I stood mesmerized as he glided across the stage while lip synching to some Spanish song, secretly wishing I could be up there, too. Hey, it looked fun.
The show went on for a few more minutes, and my friends and I decided to stick around for a bit to bust out our own moves. We ended up boogying with a lot of the dancers themselves, which made for some fantastic pictures. I think the only appropriate way to conclude this post is with some photos from the night…chao!
My friend and I with one of the male dancers.
The emcee I discussed in the post.