SUPER EGO OK, I figure I've got fewer than five readers this week because of, oh yeah, fucking Burning Man, so let's drop all the usual hyperintellectual lip gloss and get intimate. It's just you and me and the scent of a Mariah Carey M eau de parfum sample strip from a ripped-off copy of Glamour in the air between us. First, this just in: there's actually a Cuban drag queen in Miami named Fidela Castrato. Topical! Second, screw the burners for a couple of glorious weeks, the Bay is ours. Let's get go-go-toasted. Read more »
CLUBS Future Farmers of America, Baby-Mama Drama Club, Toilet Scouts
QUOTE "Obviously, I'm trying to escape myself."
"It's so fucking weird," says Randy Walker, a.k.a. Carletta Sue Kay, singer and songwriter for his eponymous chamber rock quartet. "I'm a total fagatron, but I write sad, heartfelt love songs addressed to imaginary women. Then I throw on a big ugly dress and a bad wig and sing them on stage to an audience of mostly gay men. I guess that makes it queer."
(UPDATE 5:30PM: A concerned reader just informed us that you can see Craig's creepy mug shot, along with a photo of the pretty yummy decoy cop here. No fair if the cops are that cute!)
Except that I’m completely against them, I have nothing against gay Republicans: we’re all driven by the engines of hypocrisy in one form or other – and accepting yourself is a lifelong journey, incredibly difficult for some. We are everywhere, darnit. Read more »
Luckily or unluckily, many people who may be really bummed out about this news are on their way to Burning Man. Parks and Rec has decided not to extend the Panhandle Bandshell's permit, and the much-feted piece of public sculpture/architecture will be dismantled in September. Read more »
Forget that catchy monster musical Avenue Q anthem "Everyone's a Little Bit Racist" (isn't there a dance remix yet?) here's something really tickly-tacky. Last month my inverse fabuloid, antidrag queen amigo Downy (think hairy white Whitney with nylons over her head) threw a huge party in Manhattan called "9/11 in July." Business-suited patrons were doused with baby powder on entry, to the strains of Enrique Iglesias's "Hero" and the post-tragedy oeuvre of Mr. Bruce Springsteen. Read more »
Yes, dears, I know Perez fricking Hilton posted this earlier today -- but the thing's gone so viral, my inbox has gotten overloaded from rabid, hyperintellectual fans! Plus, I use more exclamation points!!! So here I repost it for you (and for me -- I really can't stop watching it.) Plus it's kind of a personal triumph. It's, in a way, vindication. And isn't that what blogs are for? Read more »
SUPER EGO Sweetheart, the only reason I'd ever lie to you is to score free drinks or get down your $300 freaky-deaky, pizza-stained pipe pants. I'm not the Internet I'm your friend. You'll never have to add two years to my age or subtract two inches from my width. And as for my length well, I do go on a bit. Everybody knows that. (Wait. Do people still lie on the Internet anymore? Lemme check.... OK, back. Yes. Read more »