Divine Lee miss gay ri 2009 has been kicked out of House of Lee-Sei by Aunty Anita again .It’s FINAL.

Disappointed with role as miss gay ri…She promised me when I helped her running last year that she will do many things for the community. However, she FAILED.

Besides— too many trannie mess issues……I HAVE DELETE HER FROM MY WORLD. Divine , I wish you …Inner Peace…may you get your SHIT TOGETHER ONE DAY

wishing all of you well …this is the last time I will be posting

with respects
Aunty anita

Ha! Bitch pulls no punches! Maybe we can have this letter read aloud at the Triple Crown Pageant this year as Divine passes her crown along… like, as she’s doing it.

We love us some Aunty Anita!

While the Triple Crown Pageant this year isn’t for another month, the frequently silly and often bizarre social campaigning for the titles of Mr. and Miss Gay RI, and Miss Lesbian RI seems to have already begun. Thinking of how little we saw ANY of the Gay RI people for 09 do anything publicly visible (unless it’s on a website or a street corner), we think that RI Pride is probably out this year to undo the giant WTF moment we all experienced after the TCP at Roxy last year — meaning some tasty, catty competition among the candidates.

Anyhow, who can forget the controversial (and frankly confusing) situation surrounding prominent pre-op tranny Sarah Beyers running in 2009 for Miss Lesbian RI — on the grounds that while still technically a man, she lives life as a woman and is attracted solely to women, making her pretty much a lesbian. (like we said last year, only in Rhode Island can a straight man be Miss Lesbian RI) Well it seems that Sarah will be taking us down this road again, albeit with a lot of extra power behind her — come on, she did almost more work in the last year than all of the actual Gay RI 09 people combined. The unfamiliar nature of Sarah’s run for Miss Lesbian RI last year certainly felt gimmicky, but after clearly showing a commitment and passion for the issues of the community over the last year, maybe she’s the best “man” for the job. And at least she doesn’t play the guitar.

Here’s a group of girls that are likely to be involved in the Miss Gay RI “drag race” in 2010.

Triple Crown Pageant takes place March 28th. Most likely at Roxy.

So it’s somehow fallen on us to “work” up a name and idea for the upcoming Fridays at our new GLO Bar. How hard could that possibly be? Pretty fucking hard, actually! So we cycle through a few different ideas, when we decide to take some cues from the trannies regarding trends and come up with “WORK!”, that, and we were listening to Ru Paul’s Work on iTunes and she was pretty much demanding us to the name the night!

So there it is! You betta WORK! Simple, sweet and punchy! We couldn’t ask for more.

Until some bitch in NYC named Peter Rauhofer (jk, we know exactly who Rauhofer is, we grew up on his Madonna mixes) decides to contact us via Facebook acting like a total cunt over us naming GLO Bar’s Friday night “WORK!”, claiming that we clearly had stolen it from his party name and song “Work”.

Now first and foremost, we will do what we want. Rauhofer’s name isn’t on our flyer, and our flyer art is better than his anyway! Second, we haven’t been to NYC in years, (and now we know why!) and have never heard of this “Work”, and if we had, it very well may not have stopped us!

Anyhow, here’s a complete screen capture of the exchange. It’s a good thing we have experience shutting bitchery like this down or else we might have even been sorry!

UPDATE: So after some further Rauhofer Facebook bitchiness, we got an email from Petey’s Star69 Records rep Nima, who was very nice, but explained that they have trademark rights over the word “Work” in reference to giant global club parties and whatnot. This is how they found out about Glo’s WORK, after all — people with nothing better to do on Facebook got confused and thought that Peter Rauhofer was about to show up to Glo (4 hours late, naturally). So with some creative thinking, we changed the name of Glo’s Friday to W*RK!, which not only makes the name of our party look like profanity, but also allows us to use the astrisk properly and stick another little star at the bottom of the flyer explaining that Peter Rauhofer chose to be a huge bitch, resulting in a little dig back — as opposed to a simple name adjustment as requested by his representative.

W*rk it!

Okay, so it’s pretty clear that January 2010 has been one of the missing months in Bitchidence.com, days and days without new content — it’s a wonder you’ve survived so long. But it’s not because we don’t care — in fact, it’s because we care too much – sleeping all day, out all night, drinking and whatnot… it’s hard work! (really!)

Anyhow, let’s go back two weeks to the Martin Luther King Jr. long weekend. We had DJ AV8 over at State and were geared up for a fun night. Now lately the crowd at State on Sundays is young, hot and sexually ambiguous — which is great, a unique, fragile vibe generates — we don’t know if they’re gay or straight, loaded or broke; trying to hard, or not trying hard enough. The night was tense though because of how many people were packed into the place, so we called in some security — not really sure what was going to happen. Would they fight? Or break out into some mass-make-out continuum? Or one then the other? Meanwhile, Mirabar was having their second annual Red Party. Now we don’t know about you, but we think that if it’s Martin Luther King Jr. weekend, and you have to have some sort of colored party, you either throw a Black Party or you throw a White Party — it’s just common sense. Never ones to stir up talk or interest, Mirabar chose to ignore the national holiday altogether and choose an entirely arbitrary theme. Or maybe it was Chinese New Year or something? Anyway, did you get a look at the pics Jack took? Maybe it’s some light filter or something, but everyone in those pics look a hot ass mess! It’s like seeing the FOX news reporters on that HDTV at Downcity, just back the fuck up!

Things at GLO Bar continue to chug along, the bartenders are turning over faster than Suzie at Trannymania — mostly because of stupid shit. No, you can’t drink the entire time you’re behind the bar. No, you can’t give free drinks to all of your friends. Even Eagle bartender Zack bailed on GLO and got back together with MERI die-hard Gary, although we’re pretty that was just a ploy to keep Zack out of GLO. We see Gary every so often, and always get a cold, blank stare — very similar to the stare you get from a raccoon hiding in the fir trees when you get home at night and get out your car.

Friday night we caught up with Sabrina Blaze and barhopped around the city, Sabrina dressed in an outfit similar to her Cruella from the calendar party benefit. We see Sabrina often, but she made it a point to let us know that she’s not leaving Dark Lady karaoke Tuesdays to go to Downcity karaoke Mondays — since there have been bizarre stories about how drag queens can’t do two consecutive karaoke nights at two different places. Personally, we think karaoke at Downcity is a mistake — none of those Tuesday people are going to pay the drink prices at Downcity, and there’s no fucking free pizza waiting for them when they get there!

Saturday we sleazed around the city with Jenny Bomb Dome, and after Dark Lady, GLO and Mirabar, trucked down to Balloons for her complimentary bottle of poppers and a drastically over-priced bottle of Hennessey. We don’t normally get ripped off on our after-hours booze, but at least we know it when we do. So then we arrive at Therapy, Jenny distracting the bouncer at the door so that he doesn’t pat us down and find the bottle of Henney tucked in the small of our back. Once inside, things are gravy — although after too much Henney we gagged and threw up all over Jenny and Richie D’s back (fresh from House of Blues w/ Chris Harris). And not gross food vomit (we don’t eat, remember) — it was fit for second-hand consumption!

Sunday was fantastic at State, trannies bar dancing, more sexually ambiguous college students, etc. Our girl Ada slapped the shit out of one of the hot bar boys in the back kitchen for not responding to her text messages, and Chris Harris brought a copy of the front page of the day’s Providence Journal for Alex Tomasso to sign… work!

Coming up? State’s first year anniversary of our gay Sundays, a very special long weekend party in two weeks, a drag look-alike contest and more!

So since GLO Bar has taken an unnecessarily dominant part in our lives as of late, it’s difficult to find a quiet place to sit and type, but we found it — at the high-tech laundromat on Broadway as we wash Glo’s bar towels, and incidentally, as Chris Harris was having his laundry dropped off and we got to chat with ex-Energy bartender Paul. Somehow we saw him with a washer and dryer, but whatevs.

Anyhow, here’s how our Saturday night out with Ada and Jenny Bomb Dome went: GLO Bar > Alleycat > Dark Lady > Mirabar > GLO Bar > Balloons > Therapy > Sports Tap > Glo Bar. It took us seventeen hours, but we did it — and even fit in a drunken game of oversized checkers — but we did it. We ended at Glo because they opened up at 8a for some breakfast thing, although we certainly don’t remember much of that. So home for a few hours then off to State for One Night with Parrys, Parrys Hampton’s MERI benefit and birthday party. When we arrived, Mr. Alex Tomasso commented on our present state as being “what the cat dragged in”, we were inclined to agree.

But no matter, in some Marriage Equality Rhode Island scheduling fuck, the organization just happened to be having another event elsewhere in the city on the same night as ours, possibly resulting in some sort of attendance conflict — so we accompanied Parrys and Ms. Sarah Beyers to the MERI event taking place in the basement Speakeasy of Local 121, to promote our event accordingly for the benefit of unaware MERI supporters. We came to find out that the two events were definitely not conflicting with one another as one was later and the other earlier; and one being One Night with Parrys, and the other lesbian speed dating.

Now we are still continually fascinated by the lesbian community in Rhode Island, probably in the same sense that the scientific community is still fascinated by the mysterious depths of the Earth’s vast oceans. Although we know it’s always been there, we still don’t know a goddamn thing about it. So everytime we get the opportunity to experience a specifically lesbian gathering, it’s like seeing some freaky sea squid light up like a disco ball before squirting black shit at you and screwing. That being said, we started by finding common ground with the obviously lesbian organizers of the event, namely, our involvement with MERI (well, Parrys and Sarah’s involvement, anyway) and smiled our asses off so as not to cause the lesbians to become uneasy in the presence of our overpowering masculinity. And it turns out that they’re exactly like us! Well, not exactly, and we’re not really that interested in attending lesbian speed dating a second time (for obvious reasons), but like a biologist with the crazy sea squid — we want to see it again.

Parrys’s night at State was fantastic — somehow they got everyone to pay a $5 cover (something we don’t think we’d be able to do), and Parrys got a pink cake topped with the un-blowable (ha) candles that nearly set the birthday girl’s weave on fire.

Special thanks of course to Marriage Equality Rhode Island for giving us a theme for a party, and oddly, Chicken of the Sea for donating $500 in fresh seafood to let us know that they’re not just canned tuna.

Don’t worry, we’re not dead!

Just almost dead from putting together GLO Bar (literally) and whoring it all over Facebook! We’ll explain the whole story a little later, but in the meantime go down there and check it out so you’ll know what we’re referring to when we mention “glowing tile”.

What’s happened in the first week of 2010? Bars closing! Bars opening! Gang-bangs at the Eagle!

You know, the usual. Developing…

Okay, so we’ve been busy getting our shit together for New Years, so what? So have you! We’ve also been busy moving to a fantastic new apartment and overall getting our shit together. Not too together, don’t worry.

Anyhow, here’s a tasty rundown of what we’ve been seeing lately:

Energy owner, Tommy, is still busy trying to get Energy’s entertainment license returned to him from the City of Providence after some unpleasantness a couple months ago resulting in the re-opening of the Allens Ave strippy, Touched As A Child. At the same time, Tommy has been dealing the business tenants running his Martini Bar, which he owns — the bitches (who also have a hand in Level2) were six months behind on their rent and bounced a $30,000 check! Classy! The location, which has in the past been Score, lesbian bar Mixx, and is reportedly the first Providence location of Mirabar, is scheduled to reopen soon, and will likely be fabulous.

Anyway, by now it’s no secret that Parrys Hampton pulled the fire alarm at the Alleycat a couple Saturdays ago, resulting in her being banned from both Alleycat and the Dark Lady by the owners, who were also her employers. Talk about a rough night — how she escaped prosecution on this one is probably a sign of good faith in our community, so that’s kinda nice. But did you know that she also pulled the fire alarm at Mirabar? Really? You don’t remember that? Well that might be because when she pulled the alarm, it didn’t go off. What the fuck? We don’t know about you, but that more than creeps us out to know that there’s a non-working fire alarm somewhere in Mirabar — but who knows, it could have been a decoy!

Then there’s Wheels, which we spent Christmas night at — and it’s closing soon! Then re-opening a few weeks later, of course, completely renovated and primed to totally alienate the trashola clientele that it has so painstakingly cultivated over the years. Now part of us is excited by this, especially since Alleycat’s Michael Slade is leaving Buck and Rande to go manage the new Wheels, a job that we believe he fully deserves and will be great at, so congrats Michael. We can’t help but be sad, though, at the loss of one of our trashy, dirty pleasures that we love to roll our eyes to our friends about. Oh well, at least we still have Balloons!

So tomorrow night is the continuation of Colosseum’s gay Wednesdays, which have been getting closer and closer to courting Trannymania for an upcoming night. Our favorite J.J. Royal spins good times.

Oh, and have we mentioned that superstar DJ/scummy roommate haver Jonathan Peters is coming to Colosseum on New Years Eve? We didn’t?! Well he is, and we couldn’t be more excited — we weren’t always fans, but he was fabulous at Therapy a few months ago and parties like this New Years Eve party are what he’s famous for, so we’re totally there! Oddly, there are no other big-name DJs in Providence or Boston this New Years, so the crowd Thursday night is going to be out of control. Well, that’s not true — Louie DeVito is at Club Hell, but not to DJ — he’s just showing up for an hour and MCing the countdown. Lame.

So Wednesday nights over at Colosseum are working! Well, mostly working. But if anyone knows about the importance of patience and persistence in starting a new weekly, it’s us. Just look what happened to State, remember like, nobody there last summer?! Now of course, we have a blast on Sundays — and it’s only getting weirder — people stripping everywhere and kids are starting to literally hang from the rafters! We love it, but we didn’t think we were licensed for that!

Anyhow, this week at State we’re sending all you bitches to the Gingerbread Bathhaus. We were going to call it Gingerbread Whorehouse, but decided that it would be a little difficult putting “whore” on a flyer. So now we have to find a bunch of gingerbread men for all the JWU bitches to deface, sexualize, tongue, and act out tiny gingerbread men orgies with. Fantastic.

Last night we went to Colosseum for their college night, which seems to always be packed — and the kids always seem to have too good of a time… Then Recess with Bomb Dome where she bartends on Thursdays for shots, shots and shots. The Balloons, then the night just degenerated from there. Woke up this morning next to a mystery bottle of E&J. We really should start selling tickets to Bomb Dome.

Were you aware that there’s another gay Wednesday night in town? You weren’t? Well in the interest of full disclosure, we’ll admit that it does have something to do with us! Isn’t that great? No?

Well, we’ll admit that there is a lot of competition for your Wednesday night scratch. You could easily mosey over to the Dark Lady for the underdog that is Trannymania. Now to be clear, we love Trannymania, we go every week for the show and we’ve done everything we can to further its cause — including (but not limited to) pushing the night on this blog, and even giving Parrys and Sarah they’re own blogsite on which to host anything and everything Trannymania, because we want to see it succeed that much!

Then there’s retro night at Mirabar, which we’ve all been going to for years (YEARS!). And while retro night has a place in our hearts, it seems best left in the 2000s, you know? Because in less than a month, as far as referential decades go, retro night is about to become oldies night! So actually nothing will change…

That’s why we’re looking to the future! (and so should you) A future where your weekly nightlife circuit isn’t relegated to the gay bars, where it’s the gay that night rules, not the gay club. That’s why we’re pushing it over to Colosseum on Wednesday nights for the city’s first EVERYTHING-lifestyle night (well, in a long time anyway). It’s going to be a little rough through the holidays, but we’ll work it.

And so will you!

p.s. — The centaur figure in that poster is TOTALLY the hot guy from the Axe two-things TV commercial!

“Alternative” Wednesdays are back at Colosseum this week, after a Thanksgiving Eve (which ended up turning out pretty gay anyway). “Alternative” sounds so… outdated, and frankly inappropriate — besides, in Providence, alternative is mainstream. So we’re calling it EVERYTHING- lifestyle, because nobody enjoys being excluded from bangin’ parties. As usual we’ve got our State DJ J.J. Royal, and some super-hot bartenders.

And to help you along, we’ve quite literally drawn you a map! First, we make our ritual stop at Trannymania, then take the B-line from Dark Lady, through the alley and across the bitchy JWU parking lot to the door of Colosseum!

Don’t you just love it?

p.s. — Does anyone notice anything funny about this satellite image????