Jujubee, Manila Luzon, Mo Heart – The Next American Slasher – 2022
Ginger Minj and Monet X Change – Huluween Dragstravaganza Opening – 2022
It’s pride month and what a great vid to kick it off!
The top 5 Queens of RuPaul’s drag race have dropped yet another fabulous video for our viewing pleasure. It’s a fun and relaxed toe tapper that this beard can’t get enough of. Enjoy!
RuPaul – Catwalk – 2022
Manila knocks this one out of the park so we decided to make it a new holiday tradition and post it again. Enjoy!
Manila Luzon – Slay Bells – 2015
Reposted from Joe.My.God :
HOMO NEST RAIDED – QUEEN BEES ARE STINGING MAD – by Jerry Lisker, New York Daily News, July 6th 1969
She sat there with her legs crossed, the lashes of her mascara-coated eyes beating like the wings of a hummingbird. She was angry. She was so upset she hadn’t bothered to shave. A day old stubble was beginning to push through the pancake makeup. She was a he. A queen of Christopher Street.
Last weekend the queens had turned commandos and stood bra strap to bra strap against an invasion of the helmeted Tactical Patrol Force. The elite police squad had shut down one of their private gay clubs, the Stonewall Inn at 57 Christopher St., in the heart of a three-block homosexual community in Greenwich Village. Queen Power reared its bleached blonde head in revolt. New York City experienced its first homosexual riot. “We may have lost the battle, sweets, but the war is far from over,” lisped an unofficial lady-in-waiting from the court of the Queens.
“We’ve had all we can take from the Gestapo,” the spokesman, or spokeswoman, continued. “We’re putting our foot down once and for all.” The foot wore a spiked heel. According to reports, the Stonewall Inn, a two-story structure with a sand painted brick and opaque glass facade, was a mecca for the homosexual element in the village who wanted nothing but a private little place where they could congregate, drink, dance and do whatever little girls do when they get together.
The thick glass shut out the outside world of the street. Inside, the Stonewall bathed in wild, bright psychedelic lights, while the patrons writhed to the sounds of a juke box on a square dance floor surrounded by booths and tables. The bar did a good business and the waiters, or waitresses, were always kept busy, as they snaked their way around the dancing customers to the booths and tables. For nearly two years, peace and tranquility reigned supreme for the Alice in Wonderland clientele.
The Raid Last Friday
Last Friday the privacy of the Stonewall was invaded by police from the First Division. It was a raid. They had a warrant. After two years, police said they had been informed that liquor was being served on the premises. Since the Stonewall was without a license, the place was being closed. It was the law.
All hell broke loose when the police entered the Stonewall. The girls instinctively reached for each other. Others stood frozen, locked in an embrace of fear.
Only a handful of police were on hand for the initial landing in the homosexual beachhead. They ushered the patrons out onto Christopher Street, just off Sheridan Square. A crowd had formed in front of the Stonewall and the customers were greeted with cheers of encouragement from the gallery.
The whole proceeding took on the aura of a homosexual Academy Awards Night. The Queens pranced out to the street blowing kisses and waving to the crowd. A beauty of a specimen named Stella wailed uncontrollably while being led to the sidewalk in front of the Stonewall by a cop. She later confessed that she didn’t protest the manhandling by the officer, it was just that her hair was in curlers and she was afraid her new beau might be in the crowd and spot her. She didn’t want him to see her this way, she wept.
The crowd began to get out of hand, eye witnesses said. Then, without warning, Queen Power exploded with all the fury of a gay atomic bomb. Queens, princesses and ladies-in-waiting began hurling anything they could get their polished, manicured fingernails on. Bobby pins, compacts, curlers, lipstick tubes and other femme fatale missiles were flying in the direction of the cops. The war was on. The lilies of the valley had become carnivorous jungle plants.
Urged on by cries of “C’mon girls, lets go get ’em,” the defenders of Stonewall launched an attack. The cops called for assistance. To the rescue came the Tactical Patrol Force.
Flushed with the excitement of battle, a fellow called Gloria pranced around like Wonder Woman, while several Florence Nightingales administered first aid to the fallen warriors. There were some assorted scratches and bruises, but nothing serious was suffered by the honeys turned Madwoman of Chaillot.
Official reports listed four injured policemen with 13 arrests. The War of the Roses lasted about 2 hours from about midnight to 2 a.m. There was a return bout Wednesday night.
Two veterans recently recalled the battle and issued a warning to the cops. “If they close up all the gay joints in this area, there is going to be all out war.”
Bruce and Nan
Both said they were refugees from Indiana and had come to New York where they could live together happily ever after. They were in their early 20’s. They preferred to be called by their married names, Bruce and Nan.
“I don’t like your paper,” Nan lisped matter-of-factly. “It’s anti-fag and pro-cop.”
“I’ll bet you didn’t see what they did to the Stonewall. Did the pigs tell you that they smashed everything in sight? Did you ask them why they stole money out of the cash register and then smashed it with a sledge hammer? Did you ask them why it took them two years to discover that the Stonewall didn’t have a liquor license.”
Bruce nodded in agreement and reached over for Nan’s trembling hands.
“Calm down, doll,” he said. “Your face is getting all flushed.”
Nan wiped her face with a tissue.
“This would have to happen right before the wedding. The reception was going to be held at the Stonewall, too,” Nan said, tossing her ashen-tinted hair over her shoulder.
“What wedding?,” the bystander asked.
Nan frowned with a how-could-anybody-be-so-stupid look. “Eric and Jack’s wedding, of course. They’re finally tying the knot. I thought they’d never get together.”
“We’ll have to find another place, that’s all there is to it,” Bruce sighed. “But every time we start a place, the cops break it up sooner or later.”
“They let us operate just as long as the payoff is regular,” Nan said bitterly. “I believe they closed up the Stonewall because there was some trouble with the payoff to the cops. I think that’s the real reason. It’s a shame. It was such a lovely place. We never bothered anybody. Why couldn’t they leave us alone?”
Shirley Evans, a neighbor with two children, agrees that the Stonewall was not a rowdy place and the persons who frequented the club were never troublesome. She lives at 45 Christopher St.
“Up until the night of the police raid there was never any trouble there,” she said. “The homosexuals minded their own business and never bothered a soul. There were never any fights or hollering, or anything like that. They just wanted to be left alone. I don’t know what they did inside, but that’s their business. I was never in there myself. It was just awful when the police came. It was like a swarm of hornets attacking a bunch of butterflies.”
A reporter visited the now closed Stonewall and it indeed looked like a cyclone had struck the premises.
Police said there were over 200 people in the Stonewall when they entered with a warrant. The crowd outside was estimated at 500 to 1,000. According to police, the Stonewall had been under observation for some time. Being a private club, plain clothesmen were refused entrance to the inside when they periodically tried to check the place. “They had the tightest security in the Village,” a First Division officer said, “We could never get near the place without a warrant.”
The men of the First Division were unable to find any humor in the situation, despite the comical overtones of the raid.
“They were throwing more than lace hankies,” one inspector said. “I was almost decapitated by a slab of thick glass. It was thrown like a discus and just missed my throat by inches. The beer can didn’t miss, though, “it hit me right above the temple.”
Police also believe the club was operated by Mafia connected owners. The police did confiscate the Stonewall’s cash register as proceeds from an illegal operation. The receipts were counted and are on file at the division headquarters. The warrant was served and the establishment closed on the grounds it was an illegal membership club with no license, and no license to serve liquor.
The police are sure of one thing. They haven’t heard the last from the Girls of Christopher Street.
Happy Pride Y’all!
What’s fabulous, all about Pride and new from Jan, Alaska & Peppermint?
Gay Hands Up! That’s what!
Jan / Alaska / Pepoermint – Gay Hands Up – 2021
Is it real?
Or have you realized that life is simply an illusion?
Ru Paul – The Realness – Drag Race Cast Video – 2016
However an illusion with meaning, an illusion to learn from.
After posting We Are Family in honor of our dear Anne Marie In Philly, Fearsome decided to do a daily post during Pride month featuring tunes that mean something to him during Pride month.
Tonight we kick it off with a classic in honor of a hero in our community.
Ginger Minj and company – I Am What I Am – 2016
It’s almost finale time over at Ru Paul’s Drag Race and the competition is fierce!This top four is chock full of charisma, uniqueness, nerve and talent.
Season 13 has been a bit of a love fest with the queens bonding at a level I don’t believe I have witnessed before. Given that it was set and filmed in the height of Covid isolation when most of the entertainment industry and the world was shut down, it’s definitely offered a different experience for them to come together and develop relationships at a deeper more intimate level.
I truly see the star quality in each of the final four, and am supportive of each of them winning. However only one can win so I am going to go out on my limb and say that I’ve decided I’m on team Symone. She was my first instinctual attraction for the crown upon her first appearance, she has proved herself and thus I’ll stick by her side.
Ru Paul ft. Symone, Gottmik, Kandy Muse & Rosé – Lucky – 2021 – Ru Paul’s Drag Race Season 13
I love when my day starts with a brand new Manila Luzon video and today was one of those fabulous days!
Manila Luzon – Inspire Me – 2021
I was kind of running late this morning, but when I saw this had just dropped into my YouTube feed I threw all caution to the wind and just clicked play. Manila didn’t let me down.
We here at Fearsome Beard love our Drag Queens, and Manila Luzon never lets us down. She simply outdoes herself with her sickening version of Slay Bells!
Manila Luzon – Slay Bells – 2015
Damn she’s beautiful!
…you’ll look angels in the eye and they will sing back up for you!
This one is a Fearsome Beard Staple. We post it yearly.
B.D. Wong – Wishing You A Drag Queen Christmas – 1993
We’ve always adored Barbra Streisand’s incredible rendition of Jingle bells that she debuted on her 1967 Barbra Streisand | A Christmas Album. Over the years it’s been covered and lip synched by many. However we here at Fearsome Beard | The Blog Thingy, have decided that Babs Levine covers it the best of all with her fabulous lip synch re-creation.
Take it away Babs … and get us …Upsot?
Babs Levine – (Barbra Streisand’s 1967) Jingle Bells – 2013
Here at Fearsome Beard we are thankful for you. 😘
We are thankful for Drag Queens too!
Let’s kick off the season with a brand new one from Nina West.
Nina West – Cha Cha Heels – 2020
Happy Thanksgiving to all!
Manila Luzon – Fuck Fashion – 2020
Katya – Ding Dong – 2020
A message from the queens of RuPaul’s Drag Race
“First they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out—because I was not a socialist. Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out— because I was not a trade unionist. Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—because I was not a Jew. Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.” …..Martin Niemöller
Speak out now before there is no one left to speak for you. Your life really does depend on it.
There is no other.
Shoot Your Shot – Divine – 1983
Many attribute the uprising of Stonewall to the drag queens and transgender present the night of the raid 50 years ago. Today much of our leadership is inspired by those same members of our diverse community.
Diversity and acceptance are character qualities I support, admire and strive toward. I applaud those who step up and out, to lead us through living their own truth. It is through their vulnerability that courage and strength are born.
Thank you to Peppermint, Lady Bunny and Sasha Velour for your inspiration and leadership.