After the Mykki Blanco show (2 mosh pits, broken cinder blocks, honey) People wondered about an after party. “My house” I said. “I don’t want to go to any 15-person straight-person soiree” Mykki responded.
There were 50 some people. A DJ showed up. Fonzi and I complained about the burning-man style music and I asked the DJ to play something “less chill.” Kitty Crimes, Mykki and I huddled in Noah’s room.
Benji and I did an impromptu Party Girl performance. I kept being surprised by new guests, but enjoyed having them around. Peace and love.
Mykki Blanco is so smart, such a good conversationalist. We talked about upcoming plans with a little intersectional feminism thrown in as I chauffeured hotel-ward at 2am.
The party was still dying down when I went to bed at 4am. When I got up the next morning the whole house was clean.