As a teenager, I had wanted an extraordinary friend. She came in the form of Amber, a charismatic artist and former heroin addict. She was my partner-in-crime, my muse, and my backstabber. After her death, could I finally shake off the hold she had over me?
So you’ve decided to take the plunge and go to Camp John Waters, the Filthiest Camp on Earth, hosted by filmmaker John Waters, the Prince of Puke himself. As a Camp John Waters virgin, one of the first things you might be asking yourself is: “What do I bring?!?”
For those of us living in the U.S., the COVID-19 crisis of 2020 is the horror show with no happy (or even bittersweet) ending in sight.
Everybody knows about the little black dress, one nice pair of flats, one white button-down shirt, blah, blah, blah, thanks, Mom. But what about the fashion advice for us downtown/burlesque/drag-queen trollops? Here’s what works, kittens (check out the links below, plus see nearly all of my picks laid out neatly in the DameCore Store –trust, […]Read Post ›
I remember Pleasantville.
Well, not exactly. But when I was a child in the 1980s, Greenfield, Massachusetts seemed close to the faux 1950s sitcom suburban utopia. It’s my father’s hometown–my grandparents had a ranch-style house at the end of a cul-de-sac. Greenfield was a classic small New England town–a mostly “white ethnic” (Irish, Italian, Polish, etc.) hamlet with a local department store, a small movie theater, and a smattering of stores. My grandmother could feel safe giving me and my sister a dollar to get penny candy at the candy shop.
Things are never as innocent as you remembered as a child, but talking to my relatives who were adults at the time, I don’t think my memories are far off.
The companies that call me always have the same problem: they need a unicorn. They need someone who is technically proficient, but has people skills. They need someone with an entrepreneurial spirit, but who can work in a team. They need someone who has been there, done that, designed the T-shirt. That person is me. […]Read Post ›
Some lefty critics are claiming that Max Mad: Fury Road isn’t feminist because of its violence–they’re wrong.
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A tiny migraine creeps into my brain whenever people say this. It feels a little bit true and a little bit not true. People DO change their minds about abortion sometimes. When do they change them? When abortion stops being theoretical and starts being as real as a plus-sign on a plastic wand dripping with […]Read Post ›
For many of the pre-show rituals I do below, you may well say, “Well, you don’t HAVE to do those things?” You’re right–I could do nothing. I come just come out, zits and all. I could just come out naked slathered in baby oil. But I want to project showgirl realness like a drag queen […]Read Post ›
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