Okay, I Don’t Know How To Spell Vato or Chola — I’m White!

Easter night I went to the Faultline at something like 3 in the afternoon. I started out by drinking beer but when you have a seven foot tall transsexual dressed in a bright yellow dress with you in a club packed with hard bodies gay men you rapidly move to hard liquor. Gin and tonic, … Continue reading Okay, I Don’t Know How To Spell Vato or Chola — I’m White!

So Much Fun I Lost My iPhone

I went out last night. I put on my new rubber dress (thanks Jay) and I went to a bar in downtown LA. I sat there drinking martinis and feeling sorry for myself (another slave wanna-be stood me up) when the most beautiful man walked in. He was this big black basketball player. He sat … Continue reading So Much Fun I Lost My iPhone

The Gays

When I was a little girl my father used to take me to ‘the gay day parade.” He would sit me on his shoulders and tell me to holler when I saw the dykes on bikes. We went every year. No one ever told my mother. I found this out recently. Going to the parade … Continue reading The Gays