Support The Walk

(The demure Daphne Ruth Jenkins gets a hand from the dread pirate Lane.)

Who knew doing the right thing could be so much fun? I performed at the special Louisville AIDS Walk Benefit edition of Club ConFuzion this past Saturday. The show raised money for a good cause and was an absolute blast.

In honor of the occasion, I unveiled two brand new numbers. My first shocker was my very own mix of The Eurythmics' "Love Is A Stranger" and Peaches' "F#ck The Pain Away". The crowd, made up of a surprisingly large number of lovely lesbeans, was clearly feeling no paid as they rocked out to my revelries. I got so into it, that I bruised my knees at the end of the number as I gyrated in front of the Luscious Lane.

I was busy between sets getting ready, so I didn't get to see too many of my fellow performers do their thing. However, I did catch one of Manitee Goldburger's filthy acts. Dressed as a nun, she horrified the crowd with a wildly inappropriate version of The Divinyls' "I Touch Myself". She performed most of the number with all her naughty girl parts exposed. It was in extremely poor taste and highly inconsiderate of the beliefs and feelings of others. Needless to say, I absolute LOVED it!

For my next routine I tried out a song by one of my favorite artists of all time: PJ Harvey. I tackled her "Down By The Water" looking like I had just been dredged up from the bottom of the river. My dress was wet and torn and aquatic life was stuck in my hair and clothing. I ended the number by dragging my lovely "daughter" Melody into the dressing room. She was so delighted to be backstage where all the action takes place that I could barely force her back out to the audience.

The climax of the show involved a very elaborate group number centering around the classic Bonnie Tyler tune, "Total Eclipse of The Heart". That was the first single I ever bought! And the interesting thing is that the rest of the performers probably weren't even born when it was released. I'm so old! Shawna The Dead organized the number and it included an all-star cast: Trista Ray, The Broadway Baby; Greg and Jerison; and Mistress Makari. Any time Greg and Jerison want to "collaborate", I'm there!

The show went off without a hitch and raised a lot of funds as well as awareness of an important issue. Of course, one of the best parts about participating in an event like this is partying with the crowd afterward. Here I am showing one of my biggest fans, Joey, my appreciation for all his support. Of course, I had to spread the love around as you can see here with Raj. You hate for the public to think you're stuck up. As usual, I have lots more pics from the night up at my website, Down With Daphne.



If you missed the show, have no fear: it's not too late. The Louisville AIDS Walk is this Sunday, September 30, 2007. Visit the website to find out how you can do your part.


Also, you can catch me at FuZion Night Club for Club ConFuzion this Saturday at 11:30pm. I'll be whipping out a brand new number and dusting off one that I haven't done since my heyday back in Hotlanta. Hope to see you there!

Smooches,

Daph

Daph Gone Wild

(Daphne, Taffy and Christina before it all went horribly wrong.)

This past Saturday was the classy Christina's birthday. Since we were planning to hit the Infection anyway, I thought it would be a great idea to hand out flyers for the upcoming benefit show at FuZion Night Club.

It was the perfect night for it since it seems like everyone was out partying. My lovely sister Candy Pants Jenkins from Chicago was in town for a little fun. Cutie Pie Casey got the hell out of Lexington for the night and was hanging with Hobes and Kassafras. Study puppy Michael had put Austin to bed and was prowling the bar like a wild cat. Gerome could be found in the showroom; but let's be honest, when isn't that young whippersnapper out partying like a Disney rock star?

However, something went very wrong as the evening progressed. Yup, you guessed it: I got sh!t-faced drunk. I think that I may have handed out a total of 6 flyers. And 3 of them were given to the same person, right Scott?

Well, at least I had a REAL good time partying with Bri-Bri and Luscious Lane. By the way, that's my makeup all over their faces; no need to call the narcotics division of the Looseville police. These pictures here only hint at the debauchery that ensued. Head over to my homepage, Down With Daphne, to witness all the horror first-hand.

So, in lieu of actually handing out the flyers, here's an electronic version for my blog. Hope to see you all there. I promise not to get tore up until after I perform.

Smooches,

Daph

On The Air

(A classic shot of those hairy betches in the Jenkins clan.)

You simply must pop over to the Drag-O-Drama site to hear their latest podcast. After more than a year away, I’ve made my calamitous return to the world of podcasting. The fact is that the girls of Drag-O-Rama had done a wonderful job of finding their groove without my Capricorn ass there to keep them in line. However, there is an undeniable chemistry when we’re all together. It’s like an even bitchier version of The View with absolutely no relevant content.

It really was a blast to dish with Pinkie, Marsha and Momma Dale again after all this time. Besides, I had to be there to stop the slanderous comments that they were making about me in my absence. Oh well, at least they were talking about me. I always say, bad press is better than no press (right Britney?). However, the title of their last podcast, Daphne Can Go To Hell, took things a little too far.

I’m certain you’ll agree that this is the start of a golden age of podcasting. So, start listening so you can say that you were there when it all happened.

Smooches,
Daphne

Club ConFuzion

(Trista Ray and Daphne Ruth Jenkins snacking on some Manitee Goldburger.)

Damn, I’ve been a lazy lush. It’s been weeks since my fabulous Goth night debut at FuZion Night Club and I’m just now getting around to writing about it. I have a whole album of pics over at Flickr, but I'm sure you all want the dirty details. Well, needless to say, it was a smashing success. The crowd seemed to absolutely adore my dark and demented side. It was an absolute blast being able to play up my demented tendencies instead of trying to tame them for a more mainstream audience.

The luscious Lane was kind enough to escort me for the evening. He looked resplendent (as always) in a lovely black chapeau and veil. Upon arrival, we were greeted by the sexy organizer of Club ConFuzion, Shawna the Dead. Shawna is one of my sweetest promoters and an absolute living dead doll.

The hostess and emcee, Manitee Goldburger, proved to be a rioutous performer. Her version of “My Humps” complete with a huge hunch back brought the house down. I also really enjoyed her Tourette’s Ballad peppered with random expletives.

Trista Ray, the Broadway Baby, was the other performer of the night. She got sloshed to one of my favorite Broadway tunes, “The Ladies Who Lunch”. The chorus of “I’ll drink to that,” is practically my motto. Her other number was appropriately enough from Evil Dead: The Musical.

I opened with a brand new number, “Peek-a-Boo” by Siouxsie and The Banshees. Let’s face facts; it’s been many years since my Goth kid days at ManRay in Cambridge, Massachusetts. Rather than figure out what the darklings are listening to these days, I figured it would be safer to just delve into the ancient past of my youth for a classic tune. It paid off because the crowd couldn't get enough of my tradmark peepers.

For my second number, I pulled out my “I Don’t Wanna Fall In Love” routine that Shawna loves so much. It really is a crowd pleaser. I mixed things up this time around, though. For example, I spent part of the song humping Michael’s face. He sure does have a pretty mouth! I also spent more time in rehearsal practicing undoing my bustier. I didn’t have to struggle so much this time to whip my chest out at the end of the song.

As usual, the evening's festivities did not end there. We all ended up at Michael and Austin's den of iniquity for a little post-show nightcap. Never one to stay out of the spotlight, Austin treated us to a little preview of some of the fashions he had planning for his trip to Burning Man. Cowboy, take me away!

It really was a wonderful evening. The best part is that it’s all gonna happen again. The big news is that Club ConFuzion is moving to Saturday nights starting September 22 and every week thereafter. I’ve been asked to return for a special kick-off production that will include Louisville’s own

Hedwig and the Angry Inch. Mark your calendars and I’ll be sure to post more information as it becomes available.

Smooches,
Daphne