How come I never get invited to these big bashes?!?!
I’ve spent all these years building up this tremendous cleavage and when the chance to show the “twins” off comes up… Where am I?… Reading about it!… Now all I can do is dream about going down to Annie’s Plus Size Shop and picking out a fire engine red size
40 44 48… er… 50 that would show off my generous assets… Then slapping on a pair of red fishnets over these hairy, meaty thighs… Stealing the old lady’s paint kit and some bling and off to a night on the town!… No heels for this “girl” though… I’m strictly a flats person… Oh well… There’s always next year… Maybe I’ll See You There!
Getting dressed can be a bitch. Especially when you’re a man trying to find the right dress for the evening. Such is the drama of the 8th Annual Red Dress Party .
This small shindig was started years ago as a way for gay guys to wear girlie gowns and get stinkin’ drunk. But this much-loved party has evolved over the years. Now one of the most colorful fundraisers out there (last year the group gave away more than $25,000 to local nonprofits supporting queer youth or helping people with AIDS), it attracts over 1,500-plus attendees, including straight men and women, state legislators and anybody else who likes to rock on with their frock on.
And this year’s soiree, “Red Sea,” is sure to attract an ocean’s worth of party-goers with the inclusion of Storm Large and her Balls at a big Northeast PDX warehouse.
There’s only one rule: You have to wear a red dress to attend. No culottes. No kilts.
“The exciting aspect of this party is getting people outside the box and seeing their interpretation of a dress,” says Cheri Betts, a Red Dress board member. “It’s not about dressing in drag…but creating a costume that fits your personal style. Making everybody wear a dress levels the playing field for all genders.”
That’s why this time of year it’s pretty hard to find a red dress…especially if you’re a size 24. And then there are stares as you scan the racks at Red Light looking for the right li’l number.
Not to be confused with that other annual “Red Dress” fundraiser, this is the “Red Dress Party,” a mondo-alcohol-fueled dance party where nearly 2,000 men in various states of red dress undress (and several nearly naked men as well as one very colorfully decorated naked woman) invade a warehouse in Northeast Portland and dance their collective asses off to pounding disco music…
I’ll admit that my cleavage isn’t quite this spectacular… But I’m much, much firmer!!
Lots & Lots More Pics HERE… The Pics Get A LOT More Interesting If You Select From Pic# 65…
HERE’S Some after event commentary and more pics by Byron…