Dude Looks Like a Lady

(The first time I heard this song, I thought Steven Tyler was singing "Do me like a lady", and then I spent an inordinant amount of time wondering if he really did have a vagina.)

We need more drag queens.

All my locals have r-u-n-n-o-f-t.

I'm filling the void with Eddie Izzard DVDs and fantasies of Tim Curry in RHPS. (Damn, I mean, how can you not get hot at that scene where Frank-N-Furter comes down in the elevator, and you see his fuck-me-pumps first, thumping the 'vator floor, and the fishnets, OMG. Yes. I KNOW he's gay. Doesn't matter, totally doesn't matter.)

It's really too bad for you gents. Unless you're a holy man, or Kurt Cobain, or play the bagpipes really well, you can't publicly enjoy the feeling of rayon skirts whisking by your newly-shaved calves, or cross your legs in a restaurant and enjoy the stares of patrons as they ogle your muscular thighs, or do that Marilyn Monroe subway-blowing-up-your-skirt thing. Heck, even flash your boobies for beads.

Poor little puppies.

I do believe that the biggest drag queen influences on my life have been Bugs Bunny, the collective Monty Python cast, and Milton Berle. Yeah, sure, they weren't exactly gorgeous (but if you ever saw 'Some Like It Hot', you'll know Tony Curtis WAS HAWT), but they were a delish taboo.

Any a you guys wanna dress in drag and do the hula for me, send me a photo, I'll give you a little somp-in'-somp'in in return. Maybe a photo of me in tidy whities with a sock stuffed down theah.