Another Saturday, another DJ. Loft718 is a cozy venue, on 6th street, up a flight of stairs in a small apartment.
PYMP YOUR PERSONAL STYLE CHOICES, SMASH THE DRESS CODE CYBORG BOX U THINK THEY CREATED, GENDER/SPECIES IDENTITY OPTIONAL
In an earnest attempt to follow instructions, earlier in the day I visited Buffalo Exchange, so I could get something that would keep me from looking amiss on the dance floor. I did get some stuff, but as is so often the case, everything I got was fit for a casual Sunday picnic, and not so much smashing gender boxes. In a serendipitous plot twist, the man with dyed-blond hair and very high heels working as a dressing room attendant at Buffalo Exchange was also at the #Afterlyfe party. He was there for all stages of my cut-off-shorts-flavored failure.
Upon arrival, Max and I immediately got in line for the bathroom. A drag queen joined the line behind us. Her name was BeShe, and she was formidable.
Max accidentally stepped on her dress and found himself on the business end of a dirty look, for which we were both emotionally unprepared.
BeShe complained that she really, really had to pee, and her performance was starting in twelve minutes! Max told her she could cut the line in front of him. "Oh no. I don't want to be that bitch." Then she asked the man in front of us if she could join him in the bathroom.
Way more than 12 minutes later, BeShe began her performance. She took off one of her shoes and licked it. It went on from there.
To be fair, we had been warned:
Our internal identities explored, we danced til around 2 a.m., and when we left things were still going pretty strong. An enthusiastic few did most of the dancing while the majority of attendees just stood around, sipping cocktails in mason jars and modeling their exquisite Saturday wardrobe choices.