If a foursome was presented right in front of me, these three, would be in my circle jerk. I bet Peaches would be a totalitarian fascist dictating queen that would require me to ride pony's and comb her hair. The gold lame donning singer/performance artist/DJ/gender bender, et al. performed at Wrong Bar on May 24 to a fully packed, super queer, homocentric crowd. I danced/twerked/vogued and all that shit you associate with dancing on coke*.