Tonight, Thursday, Yo Majesty at the Beauty Bar. I’m actually going to call a temporary lax on my previous self-imposed exile from the place just to see these girls: Three badass motherfuckers from Tampa, Fla., who can rap. Shit. They let it all hang out and turn every kid in the room into an immediate No. 1 fan. Just watch.
This midweek extravaganza is for those cats that think, “Ah, Austin’s no fun. Nothing to do for lesbians or for gay kids in gen.” Well, get up outta yer PJs, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll end up in ’em again, eating postcoital Cinnabons.
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This article appears in June 8 • 2007.