Well, Sugartoes, sometimes when I go sleep late at night Momma has nightmares. In these, I’m wearing a long white dress with a train, and I’m not even in a remake of Carrie.
Now, if Momma is dressed up and yet frightened of the prospect, there must be something wrong. The only time I’ve been...
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Well, Butternut, It’s coming up on June and it’s time for Mamma’s favorite time of the year! Gay Pride! Or, if you prefer, Queer Pride. Or, as it’s known in certain circles, GLBT pride. Or, if you are so politically correct that nothing but fair-harvested hemp has touched your vegan skin since 1978, GLBTQIIPPXYZ...
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Ok, My Sweets. I am a rotund, Rubenesque, zaftig, brickhouse kinda girl with more 'back' than 'baby' owned, and I have had the occasional wayward fat girl come to me woefully and lament that she can't find anything to wear; nothing flatters her, and she may as well go out in yoga pants and...
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I have something to tell you, Sweetstuff. It’s the kind of confession that is usually preceded by three triple martinis and a promise to not shed underwear in public. Ok, here it goes:
I’m not as slutty as I used to be.
Oh sure, there was a time that I had so...
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Being a certain kind of girl (no not that kind), I realize that I'm treated like a wandering and confused straight girl at even the gayest of events. A gaggle of butches try to help me: "Ma'am, are you lost? Do you know where your fag is?"
The only recourse is to...
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Hola! My little butterblossoms! Here I am, coffee in hand, waiting for a mistake of epic proportions to be reversed. No, Sugarnipples, k.d. lang didn't write back to say she was flattered, will be joining me in my Peruvian love den. That is actually a relief, as I don't have a Peruvian love...
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