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BAD GIRL BLITZKREIG!
Posted on January 4, 2012
Okay, bitch, confess; who’s your all-time favourite party queen? Oh, and please, don’t waste my time with drippy saps like Madonna – the ex-42nd Street slag whose pussy positively screams ‘access all areas’, or, worse still, Lady completely Gaga!
No, what we’re after is class, panache, all those qualities that distinguish true Queens Of The Night! Sadly, far too many night-life legends are dead, demented or decrepit – ‘bye-bye Leigh Bowery, and Gerlinda Kostoff, fascinatrix supreme and creator of Kinky Gerlinki, to name but two – but let’s can the necrophilia and worship the living!
And that, my dears, requires dumping narrow, London blinkers and embracing the wider world – NY, to be precise! A simply boob-tastic, Thierry Mugler wet dream, Diane Brill is a living, breathing, natural-born vision of Amanda Lepore at her T-girl hottie peak! Gee, if all women were born this way, who’d bother being a boy, or even Lady Gaga?
Not me, baby! As recounted in her classic tome, Boobs, Boys & Heels or How to Get Dressed In Just Under Six Hours, femininity isn’t just for life, it’s a full-scale Broadway show every night, boasting a cast of thousands, from fake nails, couture lingerie, and innumerable hair-pins!
No wonder NY drag queens adore her, along with fellow club-life doyenne Suzanne Bartsch, hostess of 90s beyond-hot Copacabana, Brill seamlessly fused tranny cojones with Vanderbilt glamour.
Gay, straight or bi, any T-chick alive simply had to snort Brill’s electric one-liners for perfect dress, underwear or etiquette sense. Arguably more than anyone in the fragile, bubble-world of non-stop pop culture, she’s stressed the performative aspect of womanhood, the teasing, subtly appeasing and finally pleasing come-ons we use to net-and jettison our objects of desire, a series of strategies almost tailor-made for gay men!
Yeah, okay, she’s currently on hiatus, but kids, wouldn’t twenty years of nightclub celebrity and killer heels cripple your feet? And toss in uncountable, designer couture demands for her muse-personified curves, and you too would run screaming from the sight of a catwalk! But just like fake French icon Jean Durand in Absolutely Fabulous, Diane Brill simply drips deathless glamour at any age!









