
The other Club Kids—Ernie Glam, a nightlife reporter for The Village Voice, James St. James, an Alig associate, and Amanda Lepore, a transsexual party queen— did their best to shock the bourgeois Americans in the crowd with their outrageous outfits and rejection of conformity. Were it not for the fact that she had begun life as a man, Amanda Lepore would have been the most normal of the bunch—she hadn't yet gone overboard with plastic surgery. At this stage, she merely looked like a blonde version of Jessica Rabbit. Ernie Glam was dressed in a schoolboy-ish outfit—a matching striped shorts and top ensemble that was completed with a weird caged contraption that enclosed his face. James St. James was a warped re-imagining of a clown—he wore white face makeup and a large witch-like prosthetic nose, capping the look off with a g-string and leotard.
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As the club kids sat and entertained the audience with their outrageous stories and tried to explain what it was like to be a fabulous Club Kid in New York in the early nineties to boring, straight America, the audience, it seemed, couldn't help but like them. The Club Kids giggled and argued that they were normal, except for the way they dressed. At the end of the segment, Joan Rivers gushed approvingly, "I think you want to have a good time in life and not hurt anybody. I think you're so cute. Come back again."
Six years later, though, those words would be proven fatally incorrect. Some of the Club Kids would turn out not to be so cute and far more dangerous than anyone would have imagined.



