Many years ago, early on a foggy San Francisco Sunday morning at the End Up, I met a vision named *BOB*. She was like a candy-flipping Mae West meets Las Vegas showgirl from an outer galaxy. She was twirling around the outdoor dancefloor in a glittery space frock with a huge blonde wig and platformed go-go boots. Erik, *BOB* and I quickly became friends, and I was amazed when I discovered that underneath all the plastic bustiers and 6-inch sparkly eyelashes was a true heart of gold.
In the early '90s, when the San Francisco club scene imploded, I lost track of nearly all of my friends, including *BOB*. Over the years, I have been saddened too, too many times by news of what happened to all of my old aquaintances from that era of my journey. About 5 years ago, I found out that *BOB* had not only made it through all the chaos, but she followed her dreams to New York and was busy entertaining and helping to create a new burlesque scene in the Village. I have seen her a couple of times since, and I was lucky enough to catch one of her shows at the Slipper Lounge in New York, but unfortunately, it is hard to keep in touch.
I've really been too fortunate to have known so many outrageously creative and unique characters in my life, and well, if you're in New York any Friday this month....get your ass over to Avenue A.
Bitches.
5 comments:
you can always catch up on:
http://www.worldfamousbob.com/
shes a beauty, Cyrus!
Betty - Thanks for the link! Have you seen her lately?
Val - She is a beaut-ee-full broad, ain't she?
I don't know why those would need plastic bustiers...but okay...has she had a little work done since you knew her? Of course, me being a straight guy would just be focused on her breasts...damn I thought I was more evolved.
Vegas - It's hard to believe, but they're all real...and real big! She's quite proud of 'em and you can read all about her breasts on her website (see Betty's comment above). Enjoy.
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