Queens!

Today is hectic and crazy and busy and insane!

We're under deadline for our telephone directory and it's raining and there were three accidents as I was driving around visiting clients and the phone won't stop ringing and I'm really, really, really regretting that I gave up Xanax. And I have consumed way, way, way, way way too much coffee. That's three reallys and five ways. That's bad.....

But there is some good news! I got cool shit in the mail!

First, Andre Miripolsky (the L.A. artist from yesterday's post) sent me a beautiful signed monograph of his work! And an extra button, so I won't have to worry about losing the one he signed for me. It's like having real jewels and "paste" jewels. Just like the Queen.

Speaking of which, I got a package from England today, too! This lovely woman that Joe and I met at the Scissor Sister's concert sent me some photos she'd taken of me and super-dreamy, super-shirtless and super-sweaty Jake Spears, who is a queen, as well. Well...maybe not. Maybe he's an otter?

Who cares? I'm sure you don't...but thanks for staying.

I was thrilled to get the photos! I didn't have a good, full-on photo of my Snow Queen outfit and she did a very nice job capturing his taut little, ever so lightly-hairy body drenched with the male-sweat of a demanding performance, muscles glistening and resplendent with fame. Um....I need a moment to recover from the uber-gayness of that last sentence.

She's from someplace called Slough, England. Since I don't speak English none too good, I'm not sure if that's pronounced sloff or slow or slew. I could be all punny with any of those possible pronunciations......but dammit.....I have work to do!!

So for your viewing picture, here's photos of a boy in full drag and a boy half dressed. If neither of those things interest you, what the hell are you doing here anyway?

Have a blessed weekend.