This song. Sunday morning at Sound Factory. Pearl, sleeping in a tulip-shaped corset, while Sister and Bubbles and Fay and Billy arranged her petals and danced. The Xtravaganzas and the LaBeijas and the Ebonys and the Magnifiques, turning. Voguing. Laughing. Praying. Being alive in a way that transcended the moment. Supermodels and thugs and uptown revelers in their Saturday night gala tuxedos... Everyone was there. Anyone was welcome. We were somewhere special, and we knew it. I was lucky to be there and Ill never forget it. And above us, in the open booth, presiding like a gentle pastor, you smiled and laughed and gave us your joy. This song brings me back there every time I hear it. Im grateful and sorrowful and living my many moments with you in my mind today. Thank you for all of that. Ill always love you. youtu.be/QIdimVDuSEU
Posted on: Tue, 01 Apr 2014 16:52:14 +0000