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queens are crocked on their prim little tushies. Buck moves in closer.

"Well, boys, do you know what I got here? I got the hottest ol' engines here you're gonna see in years. If I were you I'd give a listen, 'cause there ain't nobody in here gonna give it to you better! You sure you two're together? Lookin' less like it all the time, ain't it? Well, sweet ladies I mean boyzz -mind if I get a drink here? Huh? ladies?"

I've got a choice. I've never been in this bar before, I'll never come back. So I can ignore him, or beat the crap out of this creep. Maybe it's time to go. But Michael and Gary are still dancing. Jesus --

She is making her way through the dance floor, almost to the bar, twisting, undulating, hands raised high above her head, the fixed look on her face riveting no one in particular, and everyone who sees her.

and points at what I can guess he's just seen in the mirror. He's forgotten us entirely.

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dance floor, the queen, having gone to the coat check, spits, pulls on her floor length "Sweet Jesus, what in the hell raccoon coat, and swishes out is that, some kind of fucking the door. And Buck is still spook? I've seen some goddam doubled up on the floor, making strange things, but that, that..retching noises and his queens Hey, you!" Pointing at the genderfuck queen, who is now standing almost directly in front of hirn. "Good God, that's the most unnatural creature ever walked this earth, I do say. Hey, you! You want to come over here? Are you really alive, you fucking pervert, or do you just come out of your grave on week-ends? Hey, you, talk to me. Show me you're real. What kind of action're ya lookin' for anyway? Army mules? Stiffs?"

are standing by the door, looking horrified, detached, vaguely amused, horrified again, chattering away abstractedly; but my attention is focused on Buck and all I can think of is this paunchy redneck saying, "Just like Jerry Lee Shave close, live fast..."

by the original Supreme, Mary Wilson. Lyrically, the strongest cut by far is "I Don't Want To Be Tied Down," a woman's proud proclamation of independence, with lyrics as sharp and biting as the hard-driving delivery of the Supremes: "Don't you hang onto my tree/cause! got myself together out here doing my own thing/a domesticated life-l ain't ready for it yet."

In the final selection, flowing

She stands absolutely rigid in CONTINUED FROM PAGE 10 front of Buck, staring at him. He speaks no more; he has made the mistake of returning her stare. In a slow arc, she raises her ungloved hand, cobra-like, over her head, and sweeps it through the air, until it poses in a great curve, two fingers extended toward Buck's forehead, but not touching him. The gloved hand raises from her hip until it is extended toward his face, one finger pointing at the bridge of his nose, an inch away from either eye. Buck is now the rigid one, trying to speak, but so drunk, or incoherent, or hypnotized, that all he can do is clench his fists and sputter saliva from his pursed lips. And now he tries to gather himself, suddenly, to take In one motion, Mitch and I a swing at the queen's head, but lean behind Buck and signal for the punch is ineffectual. She a dance. I feel really dumb, too deflects it easily, and stepping drunk and helpless to do back, gracefully, and without anything, just waiting for this hesitation, plants the wooden goon to make his play. And as toe of one of her platform shoes we're sliding off the barstools, firmly into Buck's groin. As Buck backs up, turns around, Mitch and I watch from the

Cowboy Jones is not, moving in for the big grab. Looking back at his queens (they flutter). he then shoves his way, drink in hand, directly between Mitch and me. Watching us in the mirror across the bar, he plants himself squarely between our barstools, and hunkers down. "Well, ladies, it looks like you didn't come in here together, atterall, didya? So which one of you wants to go out to Ol' Daddy Buck's Cadillac an' have some fun? Huh? Ladies?"

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