In addition to this article on Projo.com being particularly funny, and a pretty good summation of the corrupt climate within parts of the Providence PD, Projo itself seems to poke fun at the issue by allowing an Asian “spa” in Cranston to advertise “introductory” one-hour “massages” in the horizontal ad space at the top of the page.

Think it’s a coincidence? Of course it’s not! And that poor “spa” is probably getting more exposure than it paid for too.

“I’m the oldest stripper in town with his T-cells.”

– Anthony

And it was a busy weekend.

Saturday started early at Energy. Yeah, we’re starting to wonder ourselves why we still show up. Still tied up with the licensing board, Energy continues to be unable to play music in their main room — giving the place more of a lounge atmosphere. A lounge atmosphere with strippers, but no announcer — no, that would use the speakers. This means all normally scheduled nights are now largely off, and just as everyone’s coming back to school, we’ll bet someone’s pissed.

Anyhow, next stop was Dark Lady’s positively trashy block party. Now the white trash block party (or was it the “trailer trash” block party? it’s probably racist somehow to say “white trash”) seems to happen every year. Last year it was in August, so it had this steamy southern trailer park feel which with a little imagination had a dirty-sexy Jerry Springer vibe. This year, on account of the chilly weather it was like partying on 8 Mile Road. All plaid and dirty jeans. It could have been a “homeless” block party, and sexy was definitely not on the (folding) table. With so many theme possibilities, we’re not sure why the Dark Lady continues to drag out the same parties every year — we’ve all pretty much had enough of Christmas in July. Then Rande pulls some inflatable beach balls out of the pick-up truck (with DJ AV8 spinning records from the back), and people start acting trashy too. One of those beach balls almost hit Rob Mol behind the outside bar — but we batted the damn thing away because he was making our drinks at the time, then looked to see which drag queens were wearing stilettos for us to use to pop it if it came near us again. Actually we had fun, especially with Bomb Dome and Bitchie D in tow.

Insert here a trip to Mirabar, which of course was doing just fine apparently having it’s own trailer-trash party.

Then it was time for the serious fun to begin! We were whisked away by Bomb Dome to Balloons (yes, again), where she stole picked up more bottles of poppers (yes, more). We haven’t talked about Balloons in a while, and Saturday night at 3am it was slammed inside with twats flying through the air at that whole street-thug stripper-people crowd — which we find fascinating, they wear such tight, bright clothing. Once we finally peeled ourselves away, we took that lonely drive across Prairie Ave to get back to civilization and Sebastian Leger at Therapy!

Jeff LeClair had been promoting this night with Leger for at least six weeks, so we were fairly sure that this one was going to be rather legendary. And it was. All rooms filled up, the whole place was explosive well past 6am. We even caught up with Chris Harris, fresh from Roxy Boston, who for whatever reason was dressed like a pirate. We teased him about shopping at a Michael Jackson estate sale while in LA. You know, for being there for a good five hours, we didn’t spend any time dancing. In fact, when we think about it, we can’t quite figure out what it is exactly that we do there for five hours. It’s mostly a lot of running around, talking, more walking, then some sitting and looking bitchy, then more milling around, also while looking bitchy. Inside, outside, back inside — and we don’t even smoke. No dancing. Weird? Next week is Vic Calderone, which will be a treat, so we’re looking at another party of equal or greater size. Will you go?

Hey!

That’s what we call her too!

Click here for a peek into the dark, sleazy world of Suzie, one of Trannymania’s Dark Lady hostesses who runs rampant around Providence (and leads a double-life). We won’t even post the pictures — we could only stomach this for a couple seconds, it’s just… soo… well, honest? Maybe!

Beware, bitches!

So last night we barely made it out for the last half of the night. We only really planned on going to Trannymania (being lazy), and only made about 20 minutes of that. It turns out we missed a lot! Sean Powell getting ejected from Dark Lady for smashing a framed crayon drawing of the Bitchidence “B”, sending shards of glass flying everywhere? (thanks to Eric down at Dark Lady for fishing it out of the trash and allowing us to get a shot of it).

We love that Miss Gay Pride 09 chose us to figuratively smash into pieces — and we LOVE the illustration. Given, it’s obviously kind of fucked-up-looking, but he clearly spent time on it, and we ourselves find that hilarious.

Anyway, we wish we could give you a play-by-play of the strangeness that was Trannymania last night, but we can’t. But we do know of someone who can!

As part of our aforementioned “business meeting” with one Sarah Beyers, we decided to start a fun, new collab in continued effort to diversify the type of content offered here at your friendly neighborhood Bitchidence.com. What does that mean to you? More shit to read and comment on! (and we know you know how to that)

Introducing: Our new (and totally official) Trannymania website/blog! (brought to you by Bitchidence.com, naturally) Want the inside scoop on the tranny-madness swirling from within the Dark Lady and beyond?! You know you do, and dammit, you won’t be able to live with yourself if you don’t get it! While we’re clearly not responsible for much of the content you read at Trannymania, we can assure you that we’re controlling quality personally, and it will be just as juicy and trashy as the crap here!

Don’t you love it when we bring you more shit to waste your workday away participating in?

Enjoy, bitches!

So last night began as a simple night out (thinly veiled as a business meeting) with Sarah Beyers down at Downcity. We met to discuss a couple of future nights and collaborations, including a very exciting edition to Bitchidence.com to be announced in a day or so. Then, with the biz deets out of the way, we were reminded about our post on last Tuesday and the absinthe-bombs we were coerced into consuming. Very interested, Sarah kidnapped us to Dark Lady for karaoke enroute to our final destination at Wheels for said bombs. That karaoke night at Dark Lady just never gets better — it just gets weirder. Strange combos of people, people singing strange songs that nobody knows and shows off their vocal prowess (in their own minds) because they’re so indie and brooding and deep. Spare us! When did karaoke really stop being entertaining and just made us want to slit our wrists in the presence of some hefty Torrid reject drowning her lesbian tendencies in the moaning of a Fiona Apple song? Oh yeah, around the time American Idol jump-started the alone-in-the-car-singing imaginations of every self-indulgent Myspace dweller and they all turned the Dark Lady karaoke night into a darkened bar of perpetual gloom. Can’t we sing fun songs that make people dance? Does it matter just how well you think you sing? Who are you to subject people to your voice in public?

That said, we worked it over to Wheels where Paint It Pink was having another loud, raging rock event — which really didn’t mind by this point. The drinks were cheap and entertainment was free (we think, we did just walk right in though). But no absinthe, leaving disappointment for all — so we dragged our sorry selves over to Alley Cat where our girl Cathy scolded us for not paying our tab last time we were there, which naturally we did not recall.

Trannymania tonight!

In an ongoing effort to diversify the type of content we think you should be exposed to, we’re introducing you to a sub-blog of Bitchidence.com titled simply, Ask Bomb Dome.

Like most things (Bitchidence.com included), Ask Bomb Dome started as a joke (at some after-hours probably, maybe Sports Tap)– and like most things with us, we’ve given ourselves the power to make our jokes, your reality! This works just like the Bitch Button on here, except we want your questions for Bomb Dome! She’s smart, she’s sexy and she knows all about the seedy inner-workings of Providence nightlife! (she was at Pulse at 16 for christ’s sake)

You ask it, this bitch will give you an answer!

Click our new button in the sidebar on the right to find it! There’s not a ton of content just yet, but check back for updates throughout the week!

“He looks like Play-Doh!”

– Patrick Farron on Paul DelVecchio, Sunday night at State

Okay bitches, full disclosure here… we just woke up. It’s 7:30p. We went to Therapy last night for Chriss Vargas and it was absolutely out-of-control. Mostly with Columbians. You know, or other peoples of Latin descent. But we don’t mind that, they were all hot! And thank jebus for that, because we were there until 6a. Then Sports Tap with trannies and Bomb Dome…

So that said, momma always told us that quitters never win, so we’re on our way to State tonight for the first night in a three-night series titled simply, “Class”, ’cause you bitches ain’t got none! So meet us down there, Marcus Christian feeds us the beats in his third appearance at State — and if you were down there with us last week, you won’t want to miss this week!