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What a relief. It’s JD!
This is on Dlisted.
Yoohoo Johnny. It’s me. (then a wink)
And in this young man’s pocket would be the following map:
GayMap
Conversations with Dad. You remember Dad.
Background: Viola is Dad’s mother. He calls her by first name.
Dad: We’re ging to Viola’s this weekend for a spaghetti dinner. Of course, I’ll be eating a salad, but I’m the only one that’s watching her waistline.
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Dad: Benjamin Franklin and Dolly Parton are two really cool people.
The Good. The Bad. The Insults. Thanks Dad.
I’m having a G-sale before the move and my family is kindly donating their crap for my sale. I love it!
My dad brought a bag of cloths for the sale, but also brought a special bag just for me. It was a bag of belts.
dad: I know how you like to wear belts and these don’t fit me anymore. They’re too large. I think they’ll fit you.
me: Thanks dad.
Some of the belts were cool, but most were ridiculous. Exactly what my dad would wear when venturing out as Lacy.
Season Two! I Love You!
Season Two of RuPaul’s Drag Race is casting…http://www.rupaulsdragracecasting.com/
Bea, I love you.
If, in 50 years, some young person ask me where I was the day Bea Arthur died I would say, at GayBingo with my cross dressing dad. It was kind of fitting. As the news came in through text messages, the Queens honored Bea and lifted our spirits with song and dance.
I was looking for things to commemorate the moment and found a Golden Girl necklace from etsy.com. Sad news hookers, the necklace sold out.
Other GG paraphernalia include GG playing cards, GG lapel pins, and GG pendants. All at www.etsy.com.
Here’s a clip of our friend, doing a parody of Sex in the City. She’s with other lovely ladies… Mona from Who’s The Boss, Sally Struthers and Mrs. Garrett.
Oh no she di’in.
I was going to blog about how I may see my dad in drag for the very first time. It would happen in a few weeks and it will be the time and the place.
Anyways, I was trying to find a pic that would be similar to what he would look like. Instead, I found this spastic photo.
BTW, below is what I envision when I picture my dad in drag, well, it’s close enough. In this example, I would say, to dad, “What are you doing on the floor?”
Ru is my new boo
RuPaul is an effervescent, sparkling beverage being pored over your naked body. Stimulating. Did I go too far? Read for yourself.
From his blog archives, circa 2002…www.rupaul.com/news
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MY FAVORITE MOVIES OF 2002:
1) sordid lives
2) monsoon wedding
3) swept away
MY FAVORITE TV SHOWS OF 2002:
1) judge judy
2) golden girls
3) american idol
MY FAVORITE AUTHOR OF 2002:
david sedaris….naked
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I would curtsy in his fucking presence.
Don’t be Jealous of My Boogie
This is what I’m listening to and watching today. DWI (deal with it)
http://wow.wowtv.tv/episodes/rupaul-jealous-of-my-boogie
I’m totally into RuPaul and the drag world. I’m thinking I need to infiltrate this world, get in, get dirty, and become these hookers bitch. Think of all the things I’ll learn.
I’ve already started to pick up the lingo. You know, like “That slut is giving me shade.” and “This sno-cone makes my world go ’round.”
Oh, rainbows and unicorns.
These Queens make my world go ’round. Maybe this is how me and dad will connect. If fact, I think I’m going to plan a weekend around a drag show. He needs a Queen mentor, he’s flailing in the proverbial straight wind. He’s left to his own demise. He has no help, no make-up tips, no witty one-liners. He needs some guidance.
Get ready to be jealous of my boogie.
Is anybody else watching this?
I am and I’d like to know who to discuss this show with. I’m sure my sister is catching every episode. I think I’ve missed a few, so that will be a weekend project for me. The skinny on this show…It’s a Top Model for drag queens. And, appropriately, RuPaul is the host.
Some of my favorites are Bebe Zahara Benet (with the top hat) and Ongina (with the orange traffic cone). Last week they battled for their life, the two of them were up for elimination. They had to lip sync for their life, and they did. Their song was “Stronger” by Brit Brit and Bebe sang and danced her weave off, literally. Ongina was told to sashe off the stage. Translation, she lost.
My Sweet Musings 