Tribal Drag and Dancing on the Bar at the Pyramid Club

Dancing on the bar at the Pyramid Club was a semi-regular gig for me for a while in the mid-80’s. Since I bartended at 8BC, another East Village club, on Fridays, Brian Butterick, one of the people who ran the Pyramid then, would usually call and ask if I could dance on Saturday night. I’d almost always say yes — it was a good gig, $50 for three hours. You had to be on at midnight, so around 10:30pm, I’d pack up my gear — corset or pointy black lace bra, black rubber mini-skirt, spikey black high-heeled ankle boots or even spikier black heels, a jangly bag of…