Thank GOD Dr. May has come to rescue me from the office. It's been one of those days/weeks. And I am so friggin SICK of the friggin RAIN. For comfort we are now heading to the fireplace and leather chairs of the Whiskey Lounge of the Red Grill.
I have been pestered for my lack of posts this week, so I leave you with the following snippets:
From the Peaches Christ newsletter:
Favorite pull quote:
This weekend I have the exciting yet daunting task of playing den-mother to over sixty seriously drunk drag queens on a chartered bus to Reno. Sometimes it gets a little bit stressful. Much of my job involves preventing people in wigs from getting themselves arrested for out of state illegal "acts". I have to admit that I love the annual Easter Weekend Trannyshack Reno trip. Think about this. I'm the sanest person on the trip and I am in charge. Me- Peaches Christ. That should give you an idea of just how fucked this whole situation really is. Anyhow, I'm really looking forward to the upcoming adventure and its many traditions, including our Auburn McDonalds stop on the way up. I'm gonna get a Big Mac and I'm puh-roud of it.
And from Wayne Bensen regarding the Pentagon's admission that it has been spying on LGBT groups:
Here is the thing that I don't understand: I watch the news every night and I never see gay terrorist groups blowing things up. The worst I have seen is a tizzy in a gay bar, but that hardly counts as a threat to national security. So, why is Big Brother watching us, other than the fact we look fabulous?
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