A deaf drag queen hangs out on a little girl’s bicycle on Lexington Avenue and 26th Street in Manhattan. I know it’s a little girl’s bike because there is a little basket upon the handlebars with a plastic flower that serves as a type of license plate.
I see the queen almost every day as I make my rounds as a messenger in that neighborhood. It seems she may be homeless. I watched in the brutal cold of winter as the man with long, pink hair and sad, worn-out eyes negotiated, with a piece of paper and a clipboard, free muffins and bagels from a street vendor who works that neighborhood as well.
There is a sign upon the little girl’s bike that reads “I’m deaf. Please help!”
She causes a stir in the crowds that merge from 23rd Street. Many laugh at her. I have watched tourists take photographs of the queen on her bike, as if she were an important landmark. There are times when I become skeptical of her; wondering if maybe it’s all an act, and she’s really well- off, and enjoys entertaining the masses.
Today, as I was crossing that area of town, on my way with paychecks to a business called “The People’s Improvisational Theater”, I spotted the long pink wig and the bicycle at the corner of 24th Street. The man who hears nothing but still wants more than anything to be a woman, had on white cheerleader boots that came all the way to her knees. She was also wearing a pair of what appeared to be little girl’s underpants; there were flowers on them too.
The cheeks of her leathery ass were sitting upon that little bicycle seat and were pointed due north as the man without any make-up looked toward the new World Trade Center building.
On the opposite corner, due North, men in hard hats were busy paving potholes. They watched in horror as the man in a pink wig and cowboy hat did only what deaf drag queens can do to tired men out in the sun– she ‘worked them’.
Her back was to them, but the ass was not. Her butt cheeks were tanned as brown as the complexion of “Tanning Mom”, and from a distance, her butt looked like a young girl’s ass.
“Holy fuck, that’s awful,” a man serving as a traffic guard for the construction area said. One of the other construction men, a Mexican, shouted, “Take a picture, Jake!” He giggled as his big beer belly bounced.
They all laughed loudly at the ass that seemed to be staring at them. They did not know she is deaf, and the bullying was all in vain, for the queen did not turn to look back.
I laughed even louder as I headed off in the warm morning sun towards the People’s Improvisational Theater Company.