Where did you get the idea that I would...I am SHOCKED. I can only imagine only a whore would, on the night of meeting her future boyfriend (you-know-who), have given a hand-job to one boy in the upstairs bathroom, stumbled downstairs by coatcheck to receive mouth-to-puss resuscitation from you-know-who, then tippy-toed to the payphone area to give another HJ to a different male (who the whore might end up going home with later that night, but he would be gross in better lighting), then back up to the bathroom for a quick bang with you-know-who. When this hypothetical whore went to write down you-know-who's number, she would have to ask him his name while he serviced her at the bar.
Only a great big slutty whore.

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Oh Alright...but just because you asked Anna Nicole...

Me,alone,in drag, downstairs dressing room, waiting to go on stage... Knock on dressing room door. I lean over and open the door to find this swarthy latin GOD smiling and asking in broken english " Joey? You remember me, yes? " " Oh yes I remember you" I said, ( I guess he forgot what Joey looked like) I pulled him in and locked the door. In seconds flat the big uncut italian meat came out and the next thing I know my eyebrows are stuck to his butt cheeks. All the while he is telling me " Oh Joey you suck me so good...Oh Joey my ass to be eaten by you is such a treat...Oh Joey...and on and on...The next thing I know there's a knock at the door and I hear Joey's voice. I say to the hot italian that is my call to go on stage and I open the door to find Joey with this look on his face like someone stole his lollipop. I say, " Hey girl, The meat's been pre heated for you, I'm on stage now" Joey say's " Thanks girl for keeping it warm for me" and off I go to do my number sans eyebrows. As I exit the stud says.." hey..you not a Joey..: And I say no baby, My name is Lady Bunny.

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Brilliance.. i think there's another book here ... "SEX IN JACKIE 60" I bet there are so many tales...what do u think it was Chi Chi and Johnny about your place that was conducive to so much frotage?

Some of my favourite sex stories at Jackie 60
involved Gnome and hatches. Gnome and Joey A. And Gnome and Genesis P-Orridge.
Not to mention the BROWN COUCH.

Sorry to disappoint, S'tan, but I never had sex with gnome. Though, when we first met he followed me, clad in my tattered Ripper Victorian finery, through the early morning streets of the Meat Market screaming in his high raspy gnomish voice, "Fuck me, fuck me!" Chi Chi yelled at him, "Get away you little gnome!" Hence his name.
But I never knew about Gen at all! Joey, of course, if it had two legs, or even one, well...

When we were working on turning "Bar Room 432" into Mother, for some reason I was left alone late at night to finish painting. Everyone else had gone home and I was putting layer upon layer of clear acrylic on the faux matble in the Versailles Room to make it shine like the real thing. Well, there came a knock on the door which I answered. Gorgeous Latin boy asking (what else,) "Is this the Clit Club?" Well, of course I invited him in to "see the space." I think we shed all our clothes right by the door and saw the space-- all of it! The Main Room, the stage, the Versailles, the stairs, even the elevator... and then some! Leaving some of our jizz in each location. When we were finally spent and the sun was coming up, I told him the Clit was only on Fridays. I guess that was the night the club really got "christened." Poor Javier, I bet his mop head was awfully sticky!

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oh daddy,

was too shy in those days to do much of anything. honest, and loved every minute of the triffles that did occur.

remembering one holiday event at Jackie 60, finding this very handsome young fresh energetic sympatico on the dance floor. we locked like long lost lovers and danced the dance of life as if for the first time, discovering each other like long lost lovers on the dance floor. embracing & yes, kissing in public, while we danced, he was hot, and merlin was getting hotter..... too hot infact. suddenly the young man's 'friend' walks up and announces 'they' are leaving, in mid kiss. so merlin turns to watch them exit the room feeling like a molten puddle of heat.... that seemed warmer than the situation would indicate.

as merlin turned, merlin noticed again how warm it was..... and looked up at the dj booth, and oh daddy, dear daddy, you were there holding the spot light shinning it on our little pantomime to love, the whole time. didn't think anyone would notice anything on that dance floor especially the merlinator.

could not stop laughing the rest of the night.

Merlin...Oh I remember that night..He WAS cute and his boyfriend was livid. I remember thinking you scandalous at the time.

Little did I know what a real pervert you really were!!

Click and Drag. Standing in line at the downstairs toilet. They guy that comes out has a big grin on. I enter. There on the sink sits a pro domme with Victorian dress hiked, she's wiping herself off. I'd just needed the room to set up a couple of boosts. So I figure to share with her. She wants more sex though. Just as we reach an agreement on the configuration of the act wouldn't you know, the light bulb in the ceiling blows out. On the edge of the sink my boosts are lost to sight so I crack the door to let in the light from the hall, do the things, and get a nose bleed. There is no toilet paper in the room. So I tell the domme to wait just a minute while I dash to the bar for a napkin. She says, "I'll be right here with my socket in the air for you." With her dress up over her waist, both hands on the toilet rim, her naked ass is swaying. I edge out the door of the toilet where there is a line of five or six people giving me a dirty look. I just nod back at the door shut behind me and tell them all "She's cleaning up for a minute." The downstairs is totally packed but I get to the bar and nab a napkin. Before I can turn around from the bar this huge woman wearing a spiked dog collar, two Heidi braids, and engineer boots, a lip ring and a Heckle and Jeckel tattoo over her cleavage, has her hand on my ass. She asks me if I want to "Go to the Men's Room." "Sure thing," I reply, " but I want you to do me with a beer bottle so why don't you get one for me here and meet me in the toilet, just cut the que at the door, I'll be inside prepped and waiting." Needless to say, I wiggle through the crowd and head for the upstairs. Halfway up the stairs this skinny college boy starts to chat me up. He's in a pair of dark jeans and a leather harness with a leather police hat cocked on his brow, black lipstick, dark eyeshadow and sparkly geranium-colored long fingernails. He fingers my collar, the one with the wisdom teeth and tells me, " I like a good thrashing and you seem like the one to supply it tonight." I'm stuffing a blood-streaked bar napkin up my nose and dying for a smoke and a whiskey so I say, "I guarantee some sweet bruises," while I pinch his ear. "But I need another napkin, catch one at the bar for me and just meet me in the first toilet downstairs, cut the line, I'll be inside waiting." About a half hour later while lounging in the Versailles room puffing a tuna with, I think it was, Merlin, I notice the pro domme and the huge Heidi humping eachother near the front bar. When I leave hours later, the skinny college boy is sitting on the curb of 14th Street near the bagel store, he's smoking a cigarette. The neon lights show off his bruised eye and fat lip. I feel good. I know what people really like.

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ah yes, then there was the night merlin went downstairs to get his coat, leaving his 'ride home' upstairs to fend for himself. he was a hunky ex-marine type, with tats everywhere and the muscles to prove it. sweet and agreeable he was. and easy on the eyes. the first time merlin saw him that night, there was a coffin in the Versaille Room with two girls in it kissing and hugging and giggling, and this ex-mmmarine (suddering thinking about him) turns to merlin and askes if he can do push ups on the coffin over the girls, holding himself up on the edges of the box with his strong beautiful hands. 'go for it' was all merlin could get out. well that got us all noticed. lol.

so comming back up the stairs rounding the corner and re-entering the Versailles Room, guess who is sitting next to and chatting-up this ex-marine -- to beat the band, as they say. you guessed it, daddy! poor merlin didn't have a chance? so merlin sits next to daddy and listens in to the conversation, as daddy just pumps him for information and obviously enjoying the the conversation. then merlin gets up and moves to other side and sits next to the ex-marine relaxing watching people around the room and listening to daddy chat-up the ex-marine, not trying to interfer or nothing. during a lull in the conversation, the ex-marine turns towards merlin dramatically and asks,'you ready to leave yet?'

the expression on daddy's face was worth the life time of friendship since, daddy had no idea.

These ARE so evocative of that period... One thang that I remember back then was I was living just two blocks away on Horatio... during that time I also used to go horseback riding real early (up at Claremont) I remember at 6am one morn walking in shiny high knee riding boots, carrying my lil riding crop wearing a tight English riding jacket... when who do i run into on the street as I wander for a cab... but, Flowrider... whom I think to this day was NOT convinced that I was really looking for a cab to go horseback riding!! Only in the Jackie world eh!

hatches, I knew you never had a tryst with Gnome but Chi and I liked to imagine Gnome would one day get lucky. You made such an cute couple. Particularly when you were in Victorian and he wore his bloody meat market apron.

Not for most, but for me this was totally sexy:

One night Genesis and I were at Click for a Jayne County show (standing at the edge of the stage, looking straight up her dress the whole time.) We left and were wandering about the neighborhood, then so great! deserted and gnarly.

We got to one corner and I looked back, to see Gnome was following us. Another 1/2 block, looking back, there was Gnome, a bit closer. I was telling Gen of the Gnome, and as we got to the dead corner (where Pastis is now) we both turned, to face Gnome.

He stared back at Gen -- and made a deep bow from his waist. We both nodded our heads slightly at this obesiance and thought nothing more of it.

When I related to Chichi this mysterious moment, a hieratic greeting on a desolate street, sagely the Chi nodded her head:
"That's because Genesis is the King of the Gnomes."

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Damn!
This topic is exploding like Robert Flowryder's Birthday present to me on stage at Cheez Whiz!

Hmmmmmmm
So Hattie never did Gnome HUH...
WELL THIS PITURE BEGS TO DIFFER!!!!!!

But then again...

Merlin, you were a rogue at Jackie! You had almost as many cute little twinkle puffs as Rob Roth. I remember that night very well.

And Betty, you grew up at Jackie. You were a baby when you started with us. So cute. I have to say though, I was a little concerned when you first started "dating" Flowryder. It was the Daddy in me I guess. Chi Chi and Kitty were VERY concerned. But we quickly saw that you could take care of yourself. Eventually Chi Chi & Kitty learned what I knew all the time.
Robert Flowryder is the greatest man who has ever lived.

And speakin of Flowryder, I mean Betty's "future boyfriend (you-know-who)"...
you just have to hand it to him.
That's all, just hand it to him.

That's not what the Flow told me about you.

Ah, so many American Gothics, so little time!
I have no doubt that had the Meat Market lasted, I would have become Mrs. Gnome eventually. Or would that have been Mme. Gnome?
He did however bring me an extremely large cured meat one evening-- some sausage or other-- and was often known to shriek out, "How 'bout some chops, Hattie!" Oh, the bloody perks!

Ah, yes, the formative years...Daddy, I think I was 19 when I started there. My first year out of high school and I stumble into Jackie's. My memories are still tied to that high school mind and you know what those memories are like: Jackie 60 seems like part of my childhood. Did you know, Kitty saw me auditioning at Clit Club and asked me to come to Jackie's? I couldn't even drink for the first couple of years (this was during the Guiliani club crackdown and Kitty even sniffed my soda once), so my sets were s-o-b-e-r. And that is so sweet about you guys' concerns. Little did I know...
BTW, if anyone has stories that involve Flow (and I KNOW you do), please don't not post them on my account. I won't out anyone, but Flow used to warn me at a party before I met someone if there was even a "brief history" there. Anna, you know what I'm talkin' about. You should post about the first time WE met. I can't, I giggle too hard when I think about it.

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First meeting Betty I LUVED her SO much (still do gal!) she gleefully introduced me to her boyfriend which was Flow whom of course I'd shagged. Out of respect for Betty and not wanting to be a cunt... i thought best to be rather cordial but when she introduced me to him. As i lean out to shake his outstretched hand he grins one of those Flow-shit-eating-grins and Betty being the queen witch that she is.. just tossed her head back and laughed heartily "ooooooooohhhhhhh you two have fucked,Right!? I should have known" Flow and I smirk and nod... Betty u dah best! All boys asside... u rule!

Betty, your marriage to Robert Flowryder is legendary! Uncoventional... yes, but legendary. You were the girl that snagged Hugh Heffner. And what a great couple you were!
As far as "one of those Flow-shit-eating-grins"...
Is this the one of which you speak?