Archive for February, 2019

February 15, 2019-February 16, 2019 – I was hanging out with the other queens of the most recent RuPaul’s Drag Race season, which had just ended. We were outside some building that might have been a studio. It was sunny out and felt like mid-spring. I was one of the winners, along with Monét X Change. I had been given a robe to wear that had recently been returned. There was a pouch hanging below the crotch area. It felt like there was something in there. Ru gathered us all over to a field across the street to talk to us. It looked like a graveyard. It was pretty much impossible to avoid sitting in mud or dirt. Ru didn’t look like Ru, but instead like someone significantly younger. He was talking about how a bunch of clothes that they once had to give away had recently been returned. But unfortunately they had unavoidably become shit-stained. I pulled the pouch off my robe. It looked like a diaper filled with poop.


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January 29, 2019-January 30, 2019 – I walked into some back room where snacks were laid out on tables. #2 on the Greatest Super Bowl Commercials came on. This was an ad from last year. It featured someone with dog treats leading huskies across a room and making them bark to the tune of the main riff of “Seven Nation Army.” The final note happened by us dunking our hands into the ice of a drink cooler. So I did that. I wanted to grab a cherry cola. Then I had to go to the bathroom. There was an attendant who was weirdly stationed by the urinals. He was currently facing the wall.

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