— Janet Mock The first image of a trans person that left an indelible impression on me was a still of Venus Xtravaganza, a twenty-something transgender drag ballroom performer, standing on the Christopher Street Pier, in Greenwich Village.
by Sharon Levy The first image of a trans person that left an indelible impression on me was a still of Venus Xtravaganza, a twenty-something transgender drag ballroom performer, standing on the Christopher Street Pier, in Greenwich Village.
After many gentler metamorphoses, he is a rocker again, which must be why he performed at Terminal 5, a rock ballroom with a standing audience, rather than his usual New York City stop, Carnegie Hall.
Maybe, if the ballroom you're standing in happens to belong to the Maritime Hotel, a Chelsea hot spot, it's just the kitchen staff at Matsuri, a Japanese restaurant in the basement, but maybe... Well, you might not stick around to find out.
Mr. Hines was standing in a ballroom of the Renaissance Grand Hotel here on Wednesday, waiting for the mayor to speak at a lunch for regional Urban League leaders.
Mr. Jarvis, who weighs 409 pounds ("I'm like the spray," he said), was standing in the ballroom of the Atlantic Oceana nightclub in Brighton Beach, Brooklyn, last Sunday afternoon, waiting for the world pelmeni-eating championship to begin.
He was standing before a ballroom full of heads of state, business executives, policy leaders, and Hollywood hotshots, there to hear his call to make global development a priority.
Lectures like "Clown Birthday Party" in the Crystal conference room near the grand ballroom attracted standing-room crowds of respectable-looking festival-goers bearing nametags like "Pom Pom," "Flip" and "Pokey," and they peppered their speaker, Leo Desilets, a.k.a.a
Standing in his new ballroom, the candidate seemed to be insisting on a rebuke.
