Christian Tokes - The Dinah in Color Blog

Back in the old days, when gas was under $2 bucks a gallon, there was a famous clothing store in L.A. called Frederick’s of Hollywood. It specialized in items like edible panties, push-up bras and plunging necklines trimmed in fake fur. “Ho clothes” would probably be an appropriate description. Frederick’s was a favorite among Black and Latina lesbians who often added thigh high boots, enough makeup for a circus troupe and for added effect licked their lips a lot. A many a dull party was transformed into an evening of visual and sensual delight by the arrival of the Hoochie Mamas.

However, as lesbians became more radical and politically sensitive to the images of women “ho clothes” were returned to the “hos,” who consider them business wear like Brook Brother suits, and Fredericks of Hollywood shut it doors. Lesbian fashion opted for the upscale and “power” look over the more sexy “suck this” look. Dull parties lost their sexy saviors and for awhile the only Hoochies around were the real ones who expected to be paid for any lip licking.

But those who missed the good ole days of short skirts with no under pants can breathe a sigh of relief because the Hoochies are back and in full force. Screw Annie Hall. Hello Superhead. The music video has brought back the scantily clad, rump thumping, squatting Hoochie in all her glory. Lesbians, who have not been immune to this influence, have embraced the “ho” look with enthusiasm not seen among Black dikes since they read “The Color Purple.”

Every weekend in every big city there are lesbian parties that feature Hoochies as entertainment. They have gone from merely lip licking to doing this thing with their butt that makes one side go up while the other side goes down. It is truly amazing. The only downside is that all that eye flickering can give you a headache.

The audience, other lesbians in wife beater shirts, and in some instances, phony penises stick money is stickable places to show their appreciation. The professional Hoochies make considerably more money than the professional “ho’s” who have to work a lot harder than just doing butt jumps for money.

I think there should be a reality series or at least a movie called “Hoochies and the Women who Love them.” With Fellini gone my first choice of directors would be John Waters. It could be bigger than Hair Spray. For those with more risqué taste there could be the video at the beach called ‘Hoochies with sand in their Coochies.” The financial opportunities are endless.

I don’t know if I fit in the category of a Hoochie lover or not although I do find them fascinating in both dress and attitude and I do love names like Storm and Whisper. However, I’m not sure I get it, though I truly try. Is this a contemporary fashion/lifestyle statement or a political regression?

I keep thinking of those classic film clips of Josephine Baker dancing in Paris wearing only a bunch of bananas. Now there was a Hoochie if I ever saw one. But it was the 1920’s. How did we get back there?