Which morbidly obese sometime fag hag has acquired a reputation as a tranny sniffer, a female loon, or as we like to call it, a ‘foon’?
It seems with her lascivious leering glances and ‘undress me with your eyes’ stares, she has young ladies desperately searching for their modesty blouses in dressing rooms all over town. I have also heard that several of our best known lovelies have been propositioned on a well known trans dating site by this same lady. Ew.
Which drag mentor has found herself playing hide the sausage with one of her young proteges? It seems it was destiny that these two would wind up in the spa, but my goodness, what a shock to the sisterhood. What next? Monte and me hooking up? Who’s to say we haven’t?
I would say to this gal, you’re supposed to be encouraging them, not rogering them up the back passage!
Good luck to them. You don’t choose who you love or indiscriminately root.
What is happening to the scene?
I think it’s a case of punters deserting the venues. Whether they don’t wish to subscribe to a ‘gay ghetto’ concept or are just unhappy with what’s on offer at these gin pits, they certainly aren’t patronising them — that’s something I do — and aren’t found in anywhere near the numbers that were once taken for granted.
Maybe it’s the internet causing a cultural shift whereby fags don’t need to leave the comfort of their home or an iPhone to hook up or perhaps it’s a choice made by the younger gen. Either way, the end result is the same — deserted venues. I would encourage all you party peeps to enjoy while you can as places like the Market soon won’t be welcoming our kind through the door.
Don’t forget Drag Addicts’ last two shows coming up over the next few weeks with special guest this week Priscilla Posely.
The gorgeous Polly Filla is about to take over the keyboard and mouse for me. I understand her first instalment is almost complete. Hold on to your bonnets and fasten your stays. This could get nasty — I hope.
This is my second last column so watch this space carefully. You never know what might make print next week.
Until then, remember — camp can mean a thousand things.