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Another year, another leatherclad

weekend. Can’t you still

smell the leathermen? I was at

The Eagle. Let me tell you: I won’t

be getting THAT smell out of my

hair for some time. Where’s Miss

Pantene ProV when I need her?

It was the B.O.-iest night all year.

Hey, gimme manfunk over cheap

cologne any day!

I did my best to keep up with the

roving bears on Saturday. Well,

truth be told, there wasn’t much

roving going on. You lay out a

spread and the bears will situate

themselves for a while. Case in

point: Sidetrack had what looked

like laundry baskets filled with

several varieties of pasta salads.

That kept the bears locked in

place for a bit. Also, the spread at

Bucks was no slouch.

A few bars were new to the bear

crawl this year. Note for next

year: GRUB!

I did not make it to Subterranean

for the triumphant return of

Planet Earth, everyone’s favorite

new wave night (formerly at

Neo). However, our very own Mel

Ferrand, longtime follower of the

Planet, excitedly submitted some

great shots. They had a massive

turnout, much to the delight of

the club and the promoters, not

to mention the queers in the

crowd (oops, I just mentioned

them!)

As for that picture of Teriyaki

from out in front of Jackhammer:

where’s a street sweeper when

you need it? I know I’d park my

car on the opposite side of the

street to ensure quick disposal of

that trash.

And speaking of trash… and

speaking of Teriyaki, check her

out again on page 20 at ILGRA’s

Pumps and Pearls show. Honey,

we know you’re on a budget, but

you can do better.

Bitch, you know I love you.

I did also get several pictures

from out front of Touché that

were tremendously unprintable.

You can’t imagine the private

reel I’ve amassed over the years.

Thanks to Touché for upping the

ante.

If you noticed an expansive lake

of piss on Halsted, it’s probably

from all the queens who wet

themselves laughing with the

hysterical Dixie Longate and her

special two-night engagement

selling Tupperware at Hydrate.

I’m sure she could sell you something

to help clean it all up, too.

Shoot her an e-mail at dixielongate@

my.tupperware.com and

throw a bitch some business.

And before you see Sex and the

City this weekend (you KNOW

you will) check out Windy City

Queercast host Amy Matheny’s

take on the four fabulous females

of fagdom. Follow her blog at

www.WindyCityQueercast.com.

kirk@windycitytimes.com

FROM TOP: Scott

Cramer and Mini-Cher

at Scarlet’s First Ward

Ball,

With Tom at Sofo;

Johnny Dangerous and

friend at Berlin

by Kirk Williamson

Don’t forget to read my blog on Chicago Pride!