another eye opens

The Supreme Court ruling on marriage equality mandated showing up at the Stonewall for the inevitable “spontaneous” community celebration.

Liam and I paid our respects on the way to the theater to see 10 OUT OF 12.

I skipped the march on Sunday but hung out in the Village at the street fair.

Gay Pride has gotten heavily commercialized. Welcome to my niche-market nightmare.

In the evening Andy and I found ourselves at the Liberty Theater attending “RuPaul’s Drag Race All-Stars Live,” thanks to our friends Mathew and Joey

They’d bought premium tickets that entitled us to our own private box complete with bottle service (a first for me).

We were scrupulously cared for by our waitron, name of Andrew.

Bottle service throughout the house arrived accompanied by Fourth of July sparklers.

Now mind you, I’ve never watched “RuPaul’s Drag Race,” ever. I wouldn’t know Alyssa Edwards from Alicia Keys. But I dug Raja’s Keith Haring smock (and her rendition of “Deeper Love”).

Sharon Needles endeared herself to me first with her delivery of “Candy Says” and next with her Bauhaus gown.

There was frequent crowd-surfing. Some queens were smart enough to toss not only their heels but their wigs and earrings before diving in.

Violet Tsotschke got downright shamanic.

We hung out on the street afterwards with Harry and Jimmy then walked home through the rainbow delirium of Times Square.