Back when I was a wee lassie, coquettishly romping about Mississippi’s endless heathery moors, the distant sounds of Clannad luring me further and further away from the biscuits and gravy that were, metaphorically, my prepubescent domestic life–back then, if someone had told me that the better part of my adult life would be spent lacing half-cocked drag queens into thousand-dollar corsets at 2am, a lit cigarette dangling from my freshly rouged lips, a half-full glass of red wine sloshing dangerously in my right hand…well, if someone had told me that, I’d have laughed.
I’m not laughing now.
…and in case you’re wondering, last night’s show rocked. If you’re nearby, Hedwig requests your presence. Well, perhaps requests is the wrong word. Try DEMANDS….
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