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I was just sitting here drinking my coffee, casually scrolling through my Facebook friends feed, and pondering destiny, fertility, mortality, and foot massages when all of the sudden a random video post caught my eye and out of nowhere, I … Continue reading →

1. Name a movie that you have seen more than 10 times: Hard Day’s Night, The Godfather Trilogy, What’s Up, Doc?, The Royal Tenenbaums, Pulp Fiction, Arthur, Amelie, Superbad, To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar. These, among countless … Continue reading →

Let me tell you an ugly little secret about myself, kids. Even if the house was free. Even if it was a free fucking mansion, a gorgeous free fucking mansion that came complete with a surly Clive Owen, naked and … Continue reading →

Golly Moses, will wonders never cease? Mama’s been asked to speak at a Women’s Conference later this year. Can you believe? Of course, you can’t put a live talk on a 7-second censor delay. Poor unfortunate souls. This should be…interesting. … Continue reading →

First hacking cough and chest cold in thirty years. Suffering. Annoyed. Thwarted. Bedeviled. I sound like Bea Arthur. My drag name is Emphysema Jackson. I gotta stay home and GREASE WEEZER — but then again, WHO DOESN’T AFTER A FEW … Continue reading →

That for which I LIVE: My Baby, My Babies, My Furry Babies, My Friends, My Books, My Movies, My Yarn, My Brooches, My Insatiable Wanderlust…oh, and LOTIONS, POTIONS, TINCTURES, and UNGUENTS. Allow me to explain myself: You see, other than … Continue reading →

To the AMAZING Peter Garcia and Gary Scott DeVaughn: I just want you both to know that that night after the party…you forever changed the course of my life and of my destiny. To be seen and loved and championed … Continue reading →

Goddamn. Barry is a BADASS.

Three days ago, my 16-year old son told me that he has written a movie and that he and his friends are filming it next weekend. There are five of them acting, producing, directing, costuming, shooting, and editing this sure-to-be … Continue reading →

My One True Love in a $7 cowboy hat and a plain white T. Be still my wicked heart!: Hey, kids, it’s Valentine’s Day and you know what that means! No, not that you shall once again receive the usual … Continue reading →