The Drowned Ball
The Drowned Ball: If you had been on The Titanic, would you have sipped champagne on deck or dropped drawers in steerage?
If I had been on The Titanic’s maiden voyage 100 years ago, my class would have kept me on deck, lavishing in the wide open wind & giving the bitter sweet treat of my company to the First Class.
But, my bawdy behavior would’ve string banned my ass below decks, where I could shake loose & get my working class drink on.
The question of where I belong on The Titanic is an excellent example of the muddle in the mire of Puss Bainbridge’s privileged depravity.
So, to figure myself out, I attended The Drowned Ball.
I bought a First Class ticket; I HAD to have Teetering Bulb‘s print of the couple kissing, under the sinking skylight of the ocean, edged in tentacles, crystal & china, textile finery & exquisite golden aquatic moulding.
Champagne flowed & my silk dress was lustrous. I waltzed with a man whose name was that of a museum. The lighting casted a loving glow on the ladies, dressed in their 1900′s finest hats, furs & pops of lipstick; gents handsome in their slicked back sheen.
I adore beautiful surroundings, & the party was certainly lovely & lively, but ennui catches me when too many lawyers are concerned with too many truths & moms trying to enjoy their nights out forget that they are women.
I wanted to rub my stockinged leg up the side of a man’s trousers, get hot from whiskey & indecency & shake all that champagne from my long, lovely hair to the tips of my pretty little toes.
I could hear the Strung Out String Band thumping away down in steerage. I could feel the heat rising & my cheeks getting rosy…
So I went down. All night long.
-Puss Bainbridge (Swellco & Swellco #88321C)
‘I done enjoyed things that Kings & Queens never have’