FRIDAY 9/17

FRINGE... TO MOURN AND TO BURY

As we thrust our dizzy selves again into the relentless maw of this, the delicious madness we call "Gayness," we are forced to face, and perhaps to celebrate excessively, a most tragic loss. I speak sadly of Fringe, that way-too-young-and-cute-to-die biweekly thing that made glitter a mandatory accessory, made the Eagle totally forget itself, made a-complete-fucking-cheerleader-out-of-me-thank-you, and unleashed an unstoppable flood of fabulous freaks who have transformed our little city for at least the foreseeable now. Why must it die? (So PRETTY! So YOUNG!) The croup? Really bad scabies? Shot while jaywalking by a Seattle cop? Does it matter? Tonight, they are putting the real fun in funeral, and the theme is a pick-your-favorite among beloved Fringe themes past: voodoo, bloodbath, lot lizards, and so forth. I think the theme should be Irish wake. (Whatever.) Good-bye, Fringe! You were loved. The Eagle, 9 pm, $5, 21+.

THE FUCKING GENIUS AWARDS

Well, of COURSE I have to mention it—it's gayer than a box of Charles Nelson Reilly. Everybody gets laid at this damn thing but me. This year, you and I change all that. (Right? RIGHT!?) Moore Theatre, 9 pm–midnight, $8, 21+.

SATURDAY 9/18

SHADE

Okay, there is this dancer. He used to be called Pepe Quick, and when he was, he placed in the infamous 2002 Stranger talent show because I stood from my seat like the wrath of Oprah and raged, "AS LONG AS ADRIAN RYAN SITS ON THIS JURY, THAT FABULOUS, SPASTICALLY GYRATING GENIUS WILL PLACE IN THIS COMPETITION!" And so it was. Today, he is called Casey Sagisi, and he still dances, a sexy gritty club sorta dancing, as a member of the House of Charlatan, who are my favorites to KICK ASS in this event, a good old-fashioned gay vogue-war! (For CHARITY, even! Lifelong AIDS Alliance! Jesus, it's 1990.) Featuring Colby B, Jerri Blank, Trouble Dicso, and an ArtStar fashion show! Casey's crew is gonna choke that floor. Re-bar, 8 pm, $20 adv/$25 DOS, 21+.

adrian@thestranger.com