Patrick Buckmaster and Ann Pyne sparkle in the humble café where I’ve asked them to meet. There’s a classic disconnect of seeing nightlife people during the day, and I feel like I invited titans into the human world. Buckmaster looks a little like if Courtney Love and Kurt Cobain achieved pandrogeny in a single body. Wearing a psychedelic, rainbow-patterned long sleeve shirt with emo thumb holes at the cuffs, he pulls the holes over his fingers reflexively and fidgets for the entirety of the interview. Pyne by comparison is calm and composed. A mound of blonde hair sits casually tied atop her head. Her nails are nearly two inches in length—and I fear them. Both Pyne and Buckmaster speak rapidly, and with great passion, about the Portland drag scene where they book shows, host parties, promote events, and just in general try to get their people paid.
