Sissy Nobby

Are you ready for sissy bounce rap?! What...you don't know what that is?

For you, here's a nice write up courtesy of The Gambit.

Being a relative newcomer to life in New Orleans, I am constantly finding fascinating rituals, traditions, and social scenes that captivate my attention like sparkly jewelry. The bounce music scene is one of those jewels. And sissies (a.k.a. drag queens) are the pure embodiment of sparkle. Thus, Saturday night's Sissy Sweetheart Ball at 'One Eyed Jacks' in the French Quarter was, for me, an absolute must see.


But as you might imagine, trying to get the guy I'm dating to go with me to see sissy rappers on Valentine's Day was met with a big resounding "NO INDEED!" So I talked my partner in crime Adriana - she's also new to New Orleans by way of Cali - to be my proxy valentine and go with me to see the stars of the sissy rap scene: Katey Red, Big Freedia, and Sissy Nobby.


WOW!!!

What these kids in New Orleans can do with their rear ends is beyond illegal! Honey, they take "Shake it like a Polaroid picture" and make it all brand new. And each and every song they performed was more scandalous and outrageous than the last - I felt like I needed graphs, pie charts, and spreadsheets to keep track of it all. The Grande Dame Katey Red, she's got to be in her 40's (which is 300 in Hollywood years!), wearing a high school-style mid-drift t-shirt and pedal pusher jeans, working a still very slamming body. She's stunning and belongs in Fameland.

Favorite lyric of the night:

"I'm a punk under pressure / leave your (blah blah) and your change on the dresser."

(I don't know what that one word was but she said so much shocking stuff, it couldn't have possibly made a difference)

As is the case sometimes with me and New Orleans, several of my initial assumptions about what was going to happen that night proved wrong. I assumed that because I'm dating a musician from New Orleans who loves rap and bounce music, it wouldn't be a stretch for him to go with me to a ball featuring sissy rappers from the projects. WRONG. So I shrugged, assuming then that this would serve as an opportunity for me and Adriana to make friends with some hot ghetto girls, fun-loving gay boys and drag queens galore that I was sure would be there. WRONG. WRONG. And WRONG. The house was packed to the rafters with nothing but White alternative kids. In fact, when a lone Black couple passed us, we were so surprised to see them we lurched towards them, hollering in unison, "Hey Black People!!!"

It's a Black people thing. We tend to get excited when we see each other at an all White event.

But what I was right about is how much off-the-chain fun a sissy rappers concert would be. They got us so fired up, we found ourselves and our ordinarily rhythm-challenged counterparts, unlocked and unleashed, swirling our behinds triple time to the krunkest music ever. Those sissies threw down! And the all-White audience was so hyped on these Black sissy rappers from the Melpomene Projects, gave them so much love - it was quite remarkable to see.
- Times Picayune