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THE BAR, CALLED FUSION WAIKIKI, IS LOCATED UP A dark staircase off a deserted Kuhio Avenue courtyard. There's only one small hard-to-read sign. It's the kind of place that if you didn't know where it was, you'd probably never find it. At 11:30 on a Saturday night, about 40 or 50 people have made their way here, nearly all of them men and men dressed like women.
On the small stage is an emcee in drag who
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calls himself "Miss Fever Beaver." ("What's the matter?" he asks at one point. "Haven't you ever seen a man in a woman's dress before? We don't bite -- unless you ask us to.") Miss Beaver gives a free drink to the first patron to demonstrate he's wearing no underwear, another to the first who can produce a condom. Then it's on with the show. The stage lights flash wildly, there are loud motocycle sound effects and
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