Now that this season of RuPaul's Drag Race has almost come to the finish line, it's time for me to put in my two cents about all this comedy-queen bashing that has happened. Quite a few queens were saying that drag is not about comedy and that you don't tour...

Some people may not realize this, but I was a performer for quite some time before I lost twice on RuPaul's Drag Race. I started performing when Abraham Lincoln was president. Since I've been around and around the block a few times, I have quite the tales to tell. I...

The whir of the machine is soothing to my nerves. Everything has gone wrong today of all days, my mother's birthday. The light glides underneath its plastic sheath, like a searchlight seeking lost ships at sea. With the gift I had bought my mother shattered into a million pieces on...

I wrote this essay a few years back and while it won't change the world, I thought it is an enjoyable read. I hope you enjoy a little glimpse into my life.

LAW: A person may not cross state lines with a duck atop his head. (Location: Minnesota)

In high...

To write is to live. It is the very blood that flows though my veins. Without it there would be an empty void, unfulfilled by any source. Where there was desperation, writing became my salvation. Where there were no words that could be spoken, writing became my voice. Where there...

"You send a letter with photographs,
And I'll tuck them under my dreams,
And if we wake up old beyond our years,
Not quite as brave as we seem,
It's just the pain that never disappears.
Tell me where is boy blue..."
--From "Boy...

I wrote this a few years ago, but I felt so many thing still hold true. I feel like when we share our pain, we may help others alleviate their own. So here is a little story about a drag queen named Pandora Boxx.

I sit here in front of...

When I was 7 years old, I was happy to be me. I went to grade school in Falconer, N.Y., and my parents were actually told I was too chatty, which was a far cry from when I was voted "The Quietest" in high school. One report card even said,...

Fag. Homo. Queer. These were the words I grew almost accustomed to hearing as I walked the halls of my school. I hated those words. The truth is that I really didn't even understand what they meant. To me they just became bad words, words I never wanted to hear,...

Now that so many of us have lived our gluttonous ways and gorged on the Christmas spirit (or spirits), it's time to make amends and think up some new year's resolutions.

I try to come up with things I know I can accomplish; that way, I don't wallow around in...

'Tis the season to be jolly, fa, la, la, la, la, la, blah, blah, blah. Now don't misunderstand, I'm no Scrooge by any means. I like Christmas and all that jazz, but sometimes the holiday season gets to be a little much. It's like, take the holidays last year, rinse,...

It's been a while since my last blog entry, but as Blanche Devereaux says, "Better late than pregnant."

The trouble was, what do I write about? I've been really swamped with my "Cooter!" Not my actual cooter, since I don't have one, but my debut single. I've been out...

I remember coming out. It was a hot summer's eve about 300 years ago. Abraham Lincoln was president then. He really looked good in that little yellow chiffon number he stole from Mary Todd. Oh, Mary, what a looker! Ah, it was the best of times. It was the...

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