The Great Hosea Halloween and Sex Change Party

Hosea is the original Rockhouse in Clifton in Cincinnati.  This is where the (cough) legend began.

It's also the site of some kick-ass parties and too many to write historical documents for all of them.

For this party, the Mystery Lady and I dressed up for Halloween and she really loves Halloween.  A gay guy once said coming out was like making every day Halloween for him.  Being gay wouldn't intrigue the Mystery Lady too much but making every day Halloween ... well, where should she sign.

The Mystery Lady went with all-out hot and at that age you can.  She looked mah-velous in her showgirl outfit, complete with the black fishnets and every other accoutrement of the Ravishingly Hot Vegas showgirl.  Unlike Vegas showgirls, she did wear a top, tho.  It's sexier that way anyhow.

No idea what I wore but that becomes less relevant as the story progresses.


So we were all decked-out for the party and so was everyone else as this was definitely a participation type of Halloween party.  I'm not sure if there was a band this time but one of the parties had the Mind Bleach, a bunch of stoners who were wasted on cough syrup.  They called such people roboheads at the time.  Today they call them the Goshorn Brothers.

(Ed:  bullshit!)

No bullshit.  You were fookin' there.

Note:  the Goshorn Brothers were instrumental (not a pun) in building some of the biggest bands in Cincinnati, not at all the least of which was Pure Prairie League.  (WIKI:  PPL)

They were Sacred Mushroom as well:

(Ed:  that's cool as in very cool but what about the party?  Focus, focus)


For any party and particularly Halloween parties, the biggest drive is to get as ridiculously wasted as possible.  We were really good a that and we suspect that's why a good many people showed up for it.  One of them was Barbie and she brought the coke ... well, she brought a whole lot of coke.  This wasn't Halloween Dealer Night as she just wanted everyone to have a great party.  Thank you, Barbie.  That was one wild night.


So we're blowing lines with looney abandon and you get your heart banging like a Ferrari V-12, all the while thinking, holy shit, ain't this grand.  Sure hope I don't die ... but ... fuck it, let's do another line.


Coincidentally enough, this was when we learned do not turn on anyone, ever, for the first time.  No idea who laid out a line for this guy as coke was flying about like a Winter snowstorm but he didn't think it got him high.  He was wasted but couldn't tell it.  That's the hazard with the stuff as it's subtle in what it does.  If your buzz tells you you're not stoned then you are headed for a train wreck.  No matter how much you do, it won't work.

And it didn't.

Eventually someone figured out a way to get him home as that's a fundamental rule of doping:  you never leave a stoner behind.  These lessons come hard.  Learn this shit.


So screw the melodrama, let's get down to some sex change.

(Ed:  wtf??)

Stand by, if you would.

(Ed:  I'm a horse.  What else would I do?)

Sure, right.  Thanks for that clarification.


Someone came up with the idea of switching costumes.  There's no way of knowing how this stuff percolates through a party as someone will set it off to see what happens.  If anyone bites then push it out there as, wtf, everyone's wasted, they'll do it.

So we did.

My costume is no longer relevant ... because I was no longer wearing it and I was reborn as a Vegas showgirl.  And I was hot too.  I could have lived without the black fishnet stockings, tho.  They were hot but they fucking itch.

(Ed:  you would probably suck as a transvestite)

Prob'ly so but I did try it.

Actually, more than once as I was Princess Di in Second Life.  Someone said she would kick up $10,000L to Relay for Life at a concert if I would wear a dress.  Fark, it's about cancer-fighting so where's the zipper on that thing.  I was beautiful as I often wear chick hair anyway.  I was light on boobs but, hey, improvise.


This is one of the historical documents which is part of how the 60's and 70's were.  If I could remember what happened at the end of this party then you would know right away this has nothing to do with that time.


Happily, this was not one of the parties for which District 5 police positioned cruisers at various places around the neighborhood so they could bust people driving away.  This might have had something to do with drag races down Hosea Avenue as they probably didn't like that much.


(Ed:  is there anything you did which was legal?)

How should I know.  No-one remembers for sure what happened back there.