Good Asian Drivers make the trip to Cincinnati to perform in Catskeller Friday, Oct. 23.
Kit Yan brought his brand of spoken word and poetry, covering strap-ons, growing up and gender.
Melissa Li entertained the crowd with her folksy acoustic guitar, accompanied by the drummer.
Performing together, Good Asian Drivers created mash-ups between slam poetry and indie beats.
“Queer Nation” by Good Asian Drivers
Kamron Vaughn of Le Bitchz emceed the first half of the Northern Kentucky University drag show.
The theme for the semiannual show was "Make room for your skeletons, come out of the closet."
Nick "Do I Look Hot Right Now" Cole of Le Bitchz performed several Michael Jackson songs.
Le Bitchz brought new life into the Spice Girls' "If You Wanna Be My Lover."
A pink corset and thigh-highs didn't stop Kamron Vaughn from getting down.
Sity Hall hosted the second half of the show and entertained onlookers when she dropped her dress halfway through her number, revealing a sexy one-piece.
Le Bitchz closed NKU's drag show with a rendition of "Thriller," complete with zombies.
Le Bitchz perform “Thriller”my train of thought is this both of u running ur hands through each other hair as ur lips and tongues meet..as u deeply kiss your hands run down each other backs.. lifting shirts to feel the soft skin and release the bras under the shirts… still kissing deeply.. as if it were ur life not to end the kiss..the shirts are slowly removed to roaming hands over the topless forms.. breast pressing against each other in embrace tightening to feel each other as hand work their way down to the pants being slid over the hips and dropped to the floor.. the silky legs touching, intertwining with each other hands finding the soft silky flesh hands reaching inside of panties to rub over smooth asses.. only to be dropped to the floor on top the pants..falling to the bed as one hands find the tits and play with them teasing and taunting them into playfulness the kiss slowly ends and a tongue finds and flicks a nipple.. circles it causing moans to be heard..it sucks in the nipple into the mouth and massages it lightly causing the other to pull the one’s head tighter to her tit sucking the tit into her mouth like a child trying to get milk.. the one sucking a tit reaches up and finds hair… taking both hands and grabbing hair pulls back on it hearing gasping moans as the tit is sucked hard as well… mouth is trying to devour the tit sucking it hard… the hands release the hair to slide down the back to the soft ass… then releasing the tit.. softly and gently licks and kisses her way down to the moist area that is begging for release… legs spreading as hands massage the thighs as the mouth reaches the belly button.. tit is felt swinging against the dampness that has grown along with the longing for attention … tongue touches to gently to the left and to the right of the pussy teasing causing moaning to become almost constant and more intense..the tongue lightly glides up one of the lips and then down the other…. the tongue then parts the lips tasting the what is inside.. the tongue gently drills into the wet pussy to taste fully the juice that is contained within….starting to drink and enjoy the taste of the juice the woman is feeding you.. the tongue works it way up slowly to find the clit.. hard longing and in need of attention.. the tongue circles it slowly the lightly goes across it.. the other grabs the back of the head and forces the clit into the other mouth the tongue works on it quickly with intent as the other starts to cum.. the tongue works hard to maintain that.. legs can be felt tensing screams heard the ecstasy of the moment is at hand.. … the orgasm subsides the one between the legs moves up and deeply kissed the other both tasting the one .. . the one kisses the neck.. slowly and gently.. takes a nipple and sucks into her mouth.. teases it with her tongue she feels it stiffen as if saying bite me.. the one lets out a moan as the nipple is gently bitten down then stroked with the tongue.. one hand is playing with the ass kneading it tempting it.. the other nipple receives it bite and tongue lashing to be accepted by the moans being heard…a tongue traces down to the belly button while the eyes look up and deep into the others eyes.. both eyes see desire, passion, a burning fire within need of quenching…the tongue parts the lips tasting the juice that have waiting for release.. hand roam over the head as it moves to find the clit that is screaming for release.. the body tensed, excited and one lick away from exploding…the tongue finds the clit hard and throbbing.. teeth gently bit into it and the tongue works on it licking teasing the woman holds the other woman’s head as the orgasm takes over body.. legs wrap around.. screams are heard.. release of volcanic proportions… one the orgasm after another.. the one looks and goes for to kiss the lips that just kissed her forcing her tongue into the mouth hands of both on heads pulling together as if to become one in the kiss.. laying there stroking each other bodies.. gently playfully, teasily waiting wanting beginning again…
Drag Queens in Bolivia: Cuerpos Desobedientes, Transgresión Transformista (Disobedient Bodies, Gender-Bending Transgressions)
David Aruquipa Perez, A.K.A. Danna Galan
12:30-1:30pm
Tuesday, October 27
615 Old Chemistry Hall at the University of Cincinnati
Since 2006, David Aruquipa Perez has been National Director of Cultural Patrimony in the Ministry of Educationand Culture of the government of President Evo Morales. He has a master’s degree in gender studies. Since 2001, David (A.K.A. Danna Galan) has facilitated the internationally renowned gender bender troupe, La Familia Galan. Perez will comment on diverse initiatives to advance intersectional critiques of racial, gender, sexual and political-economic inequality in Bolivia and beyond.
This event is sponsored by the University of Cincinnati Department of Women’s, Gender, and Sexuality Studies.
Mia is hot, only regret is that she did not do some deeper scenes with the other females in the movie. Anybody wanting a hot and steamy with a little acting and lovemaking need to watch this movie. It would have been great if there had been a catfight between the girls.
Lang: English
CLICK HERE TO DOWNLOAD
Magic Word: vasakula
rapidshare.com
megaupload.com
It’s been a while, my friends, but I have something for you. You see Peanut and I have been full on girlfriend and girlfriend for over a year now, so the stories that used to spur our initial entries happen so often, it seems repetitive to write about. But I just had an exchange with Lady P that deserves one hell of good narrative.
We were lying in bed after an intense, heated fuck session; my strap-on still on tight, her pussy aching from the pounding. Our housemates have guests upstairs and while the walls are fairly thin, we thought we’d give it a go with the intention to keep it quiet. It’s worth knowing our past roommates have jokingly considered forming a group for those who have heard Tangerine and Peanut in action… needless to say, staying quiet is a feat. That hot story wasn’t the reason I’m writing though, it’s what happens after that has my head spinning right now.
So we had just finished fucking (not so quietly, as it turns out) and Peanut remarks on how lucky we are to have such hot sex. I agree and begin to wonder what it would have been like to know Peanut under entirely different circumstances. Our IRL meeting was dramatic and heartbreaking and I wonder if we would have survived anything different. We begin to imagine this scenario in the mid 1990’s where Hollywood says these types of things happened.
I was in the military, stationed overseas, and sailing through promotions. She was the new 1st Sgt’s daughter, a few years younger than me, but worldly and looking for something to hold her attention. We met at a reception banquet and I knew from the beginning I should stay away. She’d found what she was looking for, however, and made her way across the room.
We imagined what it would be like to hide our affair from her father and my buddies. Sneaking her into my barracks, keeping her quiet during the wee hours of the evening. Meeting up off post and spending way too much time together. We dreamed up scenarios right out of 1990’s era scripting: long motorcycle rides, big aviator glasses, and dramatic music playing over sex scenes with fade away shots- you know kind I’m talking about. We decided that we’d be hot in any era and went decided on one more round with the strap on.
When she got up to shower, I got up to get dressed. Peanut walked passed the door and tossed me a look over her shoulder. “I’d wreck your world no matter what life we were living. You got off easy,” she said. Nothing pleases me more than a confident, satisfied woman. Her remarks threw me into a tail spin so as she showered and got ready for work, I found an outlet for my arousal. She’s now gonna be a few minutes late to work, but it was so worth it. This is the hottest sex of my life.
The “coming out” experience for me and I would guess most of my fellow GLBT community members was the beginning of a quest for acceptance from our families and friends. For me, it was a mixed bag which led to both comfort and heartbreak. While most of my friends in Dallas, where I lived at the time, were accepting and understanding of my confession of gayness, my family – in the throes of a new-found fundamentalist conversion – warned of the dire consequences of my “decision.” My mother cried and carried on, doing as she always does, blaming my wife for not being a better woman.
I overcame my anger at her for attacking my dear wife and informed her that it had NOTHING to do with that. I reminded her that I had come out to her many years earlier, between wives. My mom was not religious in those days, but still mounted a strong objection on the grounds of what her family would think if they found out. And when I married a few years later, she was sure that my wife would change me and told me so. I didn’t believe her, but years of brainwashing made me hope that she was right. Of course, she was wrong.
All of that aside, after 14 years passed I could not deny the facts of who and “what” I was any longer and embarked on living a life of truth. In time my mother at least said that she accepted me as I was, but my dear brother with whom I had been so close in my early 20s became the greatest obstacle of all. In response to repeated bouts of drug-related failures in his life, he “found” Jesus, and now, a repentant sinner, was determined to “straighten me out.”
The assault began and has lasted for over 20 years, destroying any sort of meaningful relationship that we might have had. Under the idea of quest, he and I have waged a holy war of sorts to get each other to understand the error of our respective ways. He constantly reminds me of the angry and vengeful god he worships, hoping to scare me into compliance with his belief system. I stubbornly refuse to believe that God is either angry or vengeful. I believe God to be kind and loving. It is an impasse that has led to dead ends and a period of “cease talk” between us.
I hear similar stories from my friends in the GLBT community all the time. My tale of family discord is by no means rare. In fact, it is common. We all have a parent or sibling or aunt or uncle or grandparent who is absolutely adamant that God is going to send us straight to hell, and who wants to “punish” us into compliance with their religious views on the issue.
Sarah Palin
While my brother never misses a chance to vote Republican and is a big fan of Sarah Palin, Rush Limbaugh, Bill O’Reilly and Glenn Beck, at least he is not an activist. That role falls to one of my Okie aunts who is a Republican activist. You will see her out with her friends carrying signs in front of the State Capitol in Oklahoma City decrying gays, abortionists, welfare mothers and sundry and other liberal sinners. It is her belief that everything that doesn’t conform to her narrow view of morality should have a law of prohibition placed upon it.
This brings me to a movement within the GLBT community I have both observed and at times participated in. That movement is to get the various Christian denominations to recognize gays as acceptable. Oh, yes, I’ve walked both sides of this one over the past 20 years. Sometimes I have tried to belong to Gay Christian Churches and Organizations in hopes that my family would see that I could be a good Christian and still be gay. Nobody would buy it. In the eyes of everyone, including my mother, these were not acceptable churches and were “misleading me” with their interpretations of the Bible.
Now, before I run off anyone who is a Gay Christian, I admire those who are able to balance their faith with being gay. That has proven impossible for me on many, many occasions. God knows I’ve tried and tried and tried. But invariably where I end up in these attempts is being swayed by some religious-but-not-spiritual leader to believe that the problem isn’t that their church doesn’t accept me as I am, but instead that I need to change in order to be acceptable to God. So, I try that. That is the unkindest cut of all and leads me to a very dark place where, honestly speaking, I feel the only solution is suicide. God doesn’t love me, so I should die. Okay, I admit that’s ridiculous. But feelings are feelings.
What I have finally come to believe is that what I wanted all along was for “the church” – that would be The Pope of Rome or some other religious leader to come to embrace me as acceptable and tell my family to get off my back. You know, the kind of spiritual leader who would admonish the faithful to stop judging and leave it to God. That’s what I was hoping for. Instead, all I have found is a bunch of mean-spirited religious leaders who want to stone me to death.
Now, there have been some recent exceptions, notably the Episcopal Church. But we all know the firestorm that ignited. And what I have come to realize is that, if God Himself descended from the heavens and appeared miraculously to every man, woman and child in the world, most if not all right-wing religious fundamentalists would claim it was a trick of the devil. So guess what? There’s no relief from this mindset. These folks have got their hearts frozen in place.
I do find it interesting that so many who consider themselves to be Christians fail to mind the cautionary tale that is contained in the crucifixion of Jesus. It was the simplest thing in the world for the religious leaders, that is, the Priests of the Temple, to persuade the masses in Jerusalem that Jesus of Nazareth was evil and meant them great harm. The story recounts how the crowd actually called for his execution in a most cruel manner.
Yet we see an entire group of people in our society who blindly follow their religious leaders without the slightest hesitation or question of what their religious leaders’ “agenda” might be. If you’re looking for signs in the Bible, this story of religious leaders’ complicity with a corrupt King Herod and The Roman Empire should be carefully studied. Bet you won’t hear a sermon about that next Sunday.
But I digress. After all these years, I have finally learned the thing I was overlooking in my quest for acceptance. Like Dorothy’s Ruby Slippers, it has been there all along. It is something that Barrack Obama might want to take a look at. In our desire to please everybody, we often fail to please ourselves and those who are worthy of our efforts to please. In our mad rush to gain the acceptance of those who will never under any circumstances accept us, we take for granted those who do.
It is time for us to take a look around ourselves and find those who accept us and are willing to join us in our cause and let go those who refuse under any circumstances to accept us. I know it is a hard thing to do because it means a change of vantage point. But everything begins at the vantage point, and that is within ourselves.
The hardest person I had to win over and convince that it was “okay to be gay” was ME! After years of religious and spiritual searches and psychoanalysis, I have finally come to realize that I make the decision about who I am and say whether or not it is okay. Until I can accept myself as a gay man, nobody else will. It doesn’t matter what anybody else thinks about it.
I have lived all these years and have amassed all of this experience and knowledge about myself, and I know I’m gay. I know that I was created this way and no amount of tinkering by myself or others is going to change it. So as I go forward, I focus my efforts on the things that are important: my physical safety and personal freedom to be who I am. As far as what people who don’t even know me have to say, that is their opinion. And this is mine!
I am Jack, and I AM WHAT I AM.
With Liberty and Justice for all!
