The night ended with the entire group of drag queens singing, with a gusto that enveloped the room, “It’s Raining Men.” Terry announced afterwards that they had raised over fifteen thousand dollars, thanks to one sizable, anonymous contribution of five thousand dollars, which would be donated to a charity of Elliot’s choice, to honor Grayson’s memory. Hugs exchanged, kisses on cheeks, too, then Jimmy and Frisano at last departed the Dress-Up Club, the former in need of a deep breath of fresh air, the latter reluctant to leave his inclusive new world. Back on the street, the humidity hovering over the city had deepened during the past two hours, and instead of keeping the night going, Jimmy decided he needed to sleep. It had been a long day, a complex one and a confusing one.
At the corner
