More on men, hose, and hair extensions

Just to get this out of the way right now, allow me to bastardize Margaret Cho-does-Karl-Lagerfeld:  Of course I am a fag hag, dahling. I am fanning the flames of my fag-haggery.

Actually, my bona fide fag hag days are a thing of the past. No longer are the majority of my male friends gay, by natural attrition rather than any choice of mine. But fag-haggery is something a girl is born with; it’s part of her DNA, like hair color or pore size. It may change, but its always a part of you.

Note that being a fag hag doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll also adore drag queens. But if you have any flair at all for the creative and dramatic, they’ll capture your imagination like honey to a fly.

In my case, its more literal.  I am a drag queen trapped in a woman’s sensible shoed body.

What I love most about drag queens is their humor, which is usually far more ironic and intelligent than it seems at first glance. But most of all, I love their to-thine-ownself-be-true-beeyatch attitude.  Men, if you want to know what bravery is, live for 48 hours as a drag queen. (Or a woman, though that’s much less accessible.)

Here’s a clip of now-famous Hugo Weaving and Guy Pearce (Mitzi del Bra and Felicia Gollygoodfellow, respectively) strutting it. Not to mention the film veteran Terrance Stamp, who, it must be stated, makes the worst drag queen ever. Not a bad tranny, though.

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q_F2mFtRCXQ[/youtube]

[tags]drag queens[/tags]

RAWR! Kitty smash!

Why a four minute video of a kitten whap-whap-whap!ping an electric toothbrush is so funny to me, I do not know. Happy Monday.

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jAm3fY37lps[/youtube]

[tags]lolcats, kittens do the darnedest things[/tags]

Strange beauty

I just finished The Graveyard Book which has thus renewed my literary crush on Neil Gaiman.

It started when I first listened to him read his Neverwhere on audio CD. I encourage everyone to do the same; the man was born to read aloud. Then I saw the movie Stardust (good, especially if you want to see Robert De Niro in drag) and then I read Anansi Boys.

Next on my list to read are Good Omens (which he wrote with Terry Pratchett, and that Kevin says is really funny) and American Gods.

Last will be Coraline – which, incidentally, will also be a first for me. I’m glad I get to lose my graphic novel virginity to a tall, dark, handsome man with an English accent.

Speaking of which – Coraline, not my virginity – the “art installation” in the video below was inspired by a character in the film version.  I think it’s eerily beautiful, which also describes Gaiman’s writing.

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uSzV-Yi6Y-E[/youtube]

[tags]Neil Gaiman, reading, literature[/tags]

Smooth Criminal

For various reasons involving death-wish drivers in rush hour traffic, silly eight a.m. meetings, and false advertising,1 I was in a foul mood by the time I got to work this morning.

After sending off a snarky email to a project manager and her entire team who have ignored my emails and phone calls but still expect me to read their minds and write their crap, I decided I’d better steer clear of any form of contact with humans until I chilled.

So I checked my feeds and discovered that the best chill is a thrill.

That crazy gal over at Unhinged has a couple of old Michael Jackson live videos posted. Respect!

Back in the day, I had Thriller on vinyl and I wore that mutha out.

In keeping with the spirit, I’m posting my own tribute to MJ – with a little help from his friend Fred Astaire, who said of him:

“Oh, God! That boy moves in a very exceptional way. That’s the greatest dancer of the century.”

If you like old movies, especially musicals with amazing dancing in them, check this out. It’s a slow starter but the shot of Astaire at about 1:35 is worth the wait… and the scene with the blonde slides across the floor on her hip to Astaire at 2:59…and Cyd Charisse in a red dress with legs for days… Oh, just watch it.

[youtube]http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=1gB0UNey-Uk[/youtube]

  1. If it’s not really a belt clip, Ace Hardware, don’t call it one! []