She Who always seems so happy in a crowd Whose eyes can be so private and so proud No one's allowed to see them when they CRYYYYYY Oh, my (chicken and) stars (soup)! How long have I been blogging? Two and a half years? Hasn't anyone wondered?...

Hey! In in the interest of saving my brain, I'm slacking off a bit this week regarding all things blog. In the meantime, won't you please enjoy an oldie but a goodie from almost EXACTLY TWO YEARS AGO TODAY? You will? Oh, phew. * * * The next time...

Stud hunters, c‘mon, drop your pants Stud hunters, here's your big chance I know Stud Hunters sounds like a reality show where teams of TV fame-whores vie to find the stud of their dreams and then shoot him in the head BUT! it's actually a...

Ooh, that smell Can't you smell that smell? OK, I didn't literally eat cat puke, but by the end of this post . . . well, you'll see. ("NO WE WON'T" proclaim 10,000 grossed-out-already readers.) Oh, yes. You will. So it was on daylight savings night...

And when they see me They want to be me Some of my Facebook friends are probably sick of "Ay, loca," so it's only fair that YOU get a chance to be sick, too. Sickness for all! It started with RuPaul's Drag Race. Yes, there is an actual TV show with...