The DJ, dressed in a green puffer jacket and antennas, looks the part of
the Caterpillar, a dry ice hookah rigged with shifting coloured lights set
on one corner of the decks. “Ladies and Gentlemen, to open our Pride
celebrations, we have a treat for you tonight.” As he speaks, only half
looking at the crowd as he fiddles with the decks, a band assembles on the
other end of the stage. “Supported by the Queens of Heart, our house band,
give it up for the most fabulous Cheshire, Miss Kitty Kat.”
A drag queen in a plunging Jessica Rabbit dress, tiger striped purple and
blue steps into the stage, bowing with a flourish. She makes her way slowly
down the runway, catching every eye as the DJ sets up an old fashioned
microphone on a stand. “My darlings. Happy Christopher Street Day.”
Echoes of the greeting call back to her, along with wolf whistles and cat
calls. All of which Miss Kitty seems to take as her due. She has that
presence that Emcee has, the ability to make everyone in the room feel
welcomed.
Jay nudging Emcee with a flash of a smile as a handsome youth in a
pageboy’s wig and a playing card vest bring them their drinks. Champagne
cocktails with dry ice stirrers that smoke and hiss, sending a fog over the
rims of the glasses and onto the polished table tops.
“Tonight is a night for all of us.” Miss Kitty goes on, coming back to run
a hand up the mic stand in a way that would make even the straightest of
men shiver. “For joy, for love, for acceptance and for remembrance. And how
better to honour the past than by living the present for all we’re worth.
So dance tonight, my lovelies. Sing. Love and be yourselves.”
The band starts up, a stirring rendition of Jefferson Airplane’s White Rabbit
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Date: 2016-06-02 02:29 am (UTC)The DJ, dressed in a green puffer jacket and antennas, looks the part of the Caterpillar, a dry ice hookah rigged with shifting coloured lights set on one corner of the decks. “Ladies and Gentlemen, to open our Pride celebrations, we have a treat for you tonight.” As he speaks, only half looking at the crowd as he fiddles with the decks, a band assembles on the other end of the stage. “Supported by the Queens of Heart, our house band, give it up for the most fabulous Cheshire, Miss Kitty Kat.”
A drag queen in a plunging Jessica Rabbit dress, tiger striped purple and blue steps into the stage, bowing with a flourish. She makes her way slowly down the runway, catching every eye as the DJ sets up an old fashioned microphone on a stand. “My darlings. Happy Christopher Street Day.”
Echoes of the greeting call back to her, along with wolf whistles and cat calls. All of which Miss Kitty seems to take as her due. She has that presence that Emcee has, the ability to make everyone in the room feel welcomed.
Jay nudging Emcee with a flash of a smile as a handsome youth in a pageboy’s wig and a playing card vest bring them their drinks. Champagne cocktails with dry ice stirrers that smoke and hiss, sending a fog over the rims of the glasses and onto the polished table tops.
“Tonight is a night for all of us.” Miss Kitty goes on, coming back to run a hand up the mic stand in a way that would make even the straightest of men shiver. “For joy, for love, for acceptance and for remembrance. And how better to honour the past than by living the present for all we’re worth. So dance tonight, my lovelies. Sing. Love and be yourselves.”
The band starts up, a stirring rendition of Jefferson Airplane’s White Rabbit