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Jonathan Kauffman
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One. Tranny. Mess.
Last night, the corner of 24th Street and Harrison transformed into 110 percent queer space: A rainbow arch of balloons. A DJ spinning crackety-queen house. A
Beach Blanket Babylon star in a giant pink dress. A waifish sailor in dress whites.
Jane Wiedlin of the Go-Gos. Dolled-up drag queens ― when two or three of you gather in our name,
Suppositori Spelling always appears.
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In addition to the normal Sunday-night Slocombe line, most of us were lined up for a taste of the Tranny Smackdown sundae ($5), which turned out to be a post-Pride hangover in a bowl: shortcake, pink strawberry ice cream, fluff, smeared mascara (dark chocolate), smeared lipsticks (Amarena cherries), and rainbow-colored Trix, whose flavor we found surprisingly potent.
How can you not love strawberry ice cream? We finished the bowl, and then took on the coconut-pluot-cardamom ice pop, which we enjoyed even more.
But is this the gayest ice cream can get?
