A Sydney drag legend graced us with her presence recently, still trading on the “I was the inspiration for the movie” line.
The director of this opus has gone so far as to say publicly that the characters are not based on actual persons, living or dead. The legend herself has said she’s never seen a cent out of it, so that clears that up.
I hear she went over a treat. I found it cute that the host of the night went wigless to achieve that ‘edgy’ look — too gay.
The gorgeous big lass herself, Pusswah, is rumoured to be about to undergo lap band surgery.
Chookas to you, my love. You are adored as you are, but if you’re going to be happier a few hundred kilos lighter, more power to you.
I wonder if there is a band big enough for this darling. They may have to go for a more sensible option and use a Torana fan belt or perhaps a bungee cord. There’s a lot of junk in that gal’s trunk.
Which part-time model and TV presenter is currently behind the bar at a well known Melbourne watering hole? I love that this handsome devil isn’t too proud to do whatever he has to to make a buck. Never mind, babe, you’re still one of the best looking guys in this city.
Four Cougars, thanks — and a shot.
A few of this town’s male dancers really need to drop the attitude. Sweetheart, you dance back-up to a couple of men in circus clothes who mime to another person’s song. It ain’t Broadway or Hollywood and you ain’t Gene Kelly or Fred Astaire. I’ve always said male dancers are bigger prima donnas than drag queens could ever hope to be.
A certain showgirl northside is showing a little more than she intends to. This lovely young thing has put on so much weight it’s out of this world. Rather than dress accordingly to hide such unslightly problems, this little lady persists in getting her gear off, appearing in skimpy corsets and high-cut outfits and — God forbid — G-string panties!
She’s literally spilling out of her outfits. Honey, maybe you need to rethink. I’ve got a closet full of sequined mumus you can borrow. Call me.
Everyone is raving about The Black Swan, with cries of “You must see it!” I’m sure it’s lovely, but if I wanna see a diva covered in feathers going insane and touching herself, I will hang out with some of my showgirl sissies.
Far more interesting to me is the cameo appearance of John Epperson, aka Lypsinka, in a brief but
memorable role.
Which divine group of divas is about to tread the boards at the Crown Casino? This lavish show is one not to miss, if only for the Tina Turner impersonation. Two drag celebutantes had a tiff backstage recently about who had first dibs on Lady Gaga’s boring new number.
Ladies, may I clue you into something? Lady Gaga sang it, so that kinda makes it hers, don’t you think? If I’m wrong perhaps you should let la Gaga know where to send the royalty cheques. Or maybe Madonna, whom she ripped it off.
My question is — who gets to ride in the giant egg?
Until next time, remember, camp can indeed mean a thousand things
