In my life, tongue-twisters are like a daily supplement of vitamins and no matter how hard I try, I can never get the phrase right.Fuck them!
Just a couple of weeks ago I wanted to know why the name (or branding of the name) of friendships were so important to the normal Seattleite. I got no response – which is definition to guilt. Since that moment, I have given up the notion or the idea of true friendship and have decided to focus on my life, my public image, my career and if I’m one of those lucky souls – I’ll find a soul mate. I listen to rock music, and drink red bull, feel more complete downing a beer with those “friends” that are in my life. Have long conversations with my own mother discussing the essence of life and where I’m headed as a human. This is just a mere glimpse into my life as you might know it.
Tonight I’m going to be doing something that I announced publicly that I’d given up: stage management. Do I really care what people have to say about this? Hell no! You should come out to Re-Bar and enjoy a delicious line-up of local queer artists and to see yours truly work the clipboard and the vest, old-school style for “The Goodtime Summer Funtastic Variety Show” with a host of local stars including Jinkx Monsoon and video fun from Collide-O-Scope, among others. Meanwhile – I was browsing through the interwebs and found out the Michelle Visage is packing and heading to LA to start filming next season of RuPaul’s Drag Race – which only means the new cast has been picked, chosen and prodded. What does 2012 have in store for all of us?
FORGIVE MY BABIES, I HAVE BEEN PACKING MY LITTLE HEART/BIG BREASTS OFF FOR LA TO SHOOT THE NEXT SEASON OF RUPAUL’S DRAG RACE SO FORGIVE ME IF I HAVE BEEN MIA I LOVE ALL OF MY #GLITTERAZZI FOR REALZ!
You know that drunk guy sitting right next to you at the table at Hurricane? It’s a drunk night where you’re not drunk enough to head off to slumber-land, and the only thing that pleases the senses of entertainment is an episode of Absolutely Fabulous or Doctor Who. Last night was one of those nights and I slip off into dreamland about a telephone booth, my cloned twin, a bunch of drag queens and I find a glimpse in the mirror to find out that I am Doctor Who! The only issue that still stands witin my head’s membrane is I woke up and realized that I had an audience to entertain with a message of hope.