[London,
UK] CockyYetSweet had been prepping me to get tickets for this show for months
(the headliner, Killing Joke). I’d been dragging my feet because I hate losing
money for a show I bail on and because the propriety of me & CockyYetSweet
hanging out is in question. And so the show sold out. I sang a sad song to
CockyYetSweet and he made magic happen and got me a ticket somehow. Despite
being a rocker and artist, he’s easy and reliable to make plans with and
informed me “friends” would be accompanying us. I wanted to ask whether long-black-dress
(who likes to pit me against herself) would be one of those ‘friends’ … but I
decided against showing any weakness. Still happy to arrive and find CockyYetSweet
accompanied only by a harmless guy. I chatted throughout night with
harmless-guy about Maya archaeology, various forms of tobacco, and mental
illness. Another guy showed up and was just as easy. So the social circles of
WomanInCharge and I are simpatico even through space and time, which always seems
like a mystical sign in a good friend. I think CockyYetSweet was the only one actually familiar with Pig. I wasn’t expecting much but was charmed
darling charmed. They were old school industrial. KMFDM, whom I hate. Ministry,
whom I love, more than I should. Revolting Cocks (I
Never get tired of Al breaking form to snicker at the k-y jelly line). More recent and particularly
in line with the homoerotica, Digital Leather. We walked in from the outside
patio to a Bowie cover. They were queer as all get out – and I smirked to
myself over how queerness Actually Is Present in rock (take notice, BrightShards). Hyper
masculinity (black leather, legs spread to make room for the testicles) with fringe, BDSM fixings, and
glamour-poses. I was enthralled. Just like the extravagantly gay guy to my
right tearing a rug.
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