Friday Nights
6510 Santa Monica Blvd. ~ Hollywood, CA. ~ 323-466-6111
Miss Kitty’s is a drag ball extravaganza that protects the queer identities of its patrons and performers. Thus, I snuck my camera inside tightly against my giney. Stepping into my cowboy boots and wearing baggy jeans, I pretended I was simply stuffing. For all of you straight girls, “stuffing” doesn’t mean what it once did in middle school. Stuffing is when you put a sock, or any other tubular object, not in your bra, but instead in your you know where. That’s because you want to appear to have a bulge. Fun, huh? Mine was a little on the small side, I have to say. But boys are girls and girls are boys, and it’s one big gender-bending love fest on a Friday night at Dragonfly. So whether your package is big or small, fake or real, enhanced or tucked in between your legs under a mini skirt, you’re bound to have a jolly ol’ time at Miss Kitty’s.
Part of the great fun at Miss Kitty’s is that anything goes—even heterosexuals. Straight males are detectable, because they aim for packs of lipstick lesbians and bi-curious babes. Often enough, they fail. But they are still there, and there are those with high success rates as well. Don’t ask me why. My favorite part about going to drag balls are the bois. Why would I go to a drag ball for “real” guys? Honestly, where else am I going to find a concentration of female-to-male transgendered dudes with taped back tits and undeniably seductive dance moves? It’s the best of both worlds from a suitor—soft skin and free drinks. As far as the male to female trannies, well, they wear big platform shoes and have killer legs. I envy those them.
Many people love to go to Miss Kitty’s for the performances. One of the drag shows featured girls as boys playing cowboys--pistol shootin', canteen sippin', and lady rapin'. The girls whom they feigned raping were tall, lanky boys in hot pink and blonde wigs. One of the girls-as-cowboy took a damsel, bent him/her over and spanked his/her bare butt to the ensuement of fervent applause. The following act was an overweight queen, very much in the thick blue eye shadow style of Divine, who sang over the Pussycat Dolls’ “Don’t Cha”. One of the best lines was, “Don’t you wish your girlfriend could suck dick like me?” I bet you do. Stop by Miss Kitty’s some Friday, and she, or he, just might.
