…Did you catch RuPaul’s Drag Race on Monday?  NYC’s Mimi Imfurst, unloved by her sister contestants, was commanded to sashay away.  Her departure was not a surprise for NYC’s drag circuit.  Word on the street was that she was going to get booted on episode three, and, low and behold, she was.

Tsk, tsk, someone couldn’t keep a secret… Now who could that be?!

Bye bye Mimi.

…Speaking of reality shows and abrasive drag queens, Hedda Lettuce nabbed a role on Sundance Channel’s upcoming series about her former roomie, talented East Village courtier Garo Sparo, whose clients range from chic socialites to abrasive drag queens.

Undoubtedly Hedda will be extra combative—Nasty behavior equals air-time in Reality TV Land.  And she wasn’t hired for her looks…

Lady Bunny is busy editing her latest video spoof after filming at La Escuelita nightclub.  Her target: the Cher and Christina cinematic clunker Burlesque.

Sounds cute, but in this new split-second era isn’t a YouTube parody of a movie that was released several months ago a little anti-climatic?  What’s next, Bunny’s version of Avator?

 

In costume: Lady Bunny as Cher! With David Ilku and Greg Scarnici.

 

…One more note on Drag Race. Contestant Manila Luzon, also from NYC, and rumored to be gone within the next few episodes, has a name for her supporters.

Lady Gaga has her little monsters, Manila has “fanilas.”  Cute!

Manila got fanilas!

Doesn’t it seem odd that the ads for the upcoming Broadway production of Priscilla Queen of the Desert features a trio of real girls?

Work that cleavage!

The musical is based on a 1994 Australian film about two drag queens and a transsexual.

Are the ads designed to lure in unsuspecting straights (“Oh, this looks fun—chorus girls in big wigs.”) and then shock them with a story about men in big wigs?

Is Priscilla afraid to embrace its drag identity?  Be proud, Priscilla, be proud!

A Super Bowl fanatic I’m not.  But I always had fun at the annual big-game bash that my pal Jody used to throw.  Her Lower East Side apartment, which was quite big, would be packed with scruffy creative types snacking, drinking and sort of watching the game (The tacky half-time show was more popular).

Over the years her party grew quite legendary, and it was even profiled as part of a food article in the Daily News.

As you can see, I liked the food and the beer!

It was so worth it to venture into the cold last night to catch One Man Show, in which “female female impersonator” World Famous *BOB* shares her colorful life story.  (More info at her website.)

I saw the show in its infancy, and since then it has been molded into a really great performance piece about the joys, challenges and absolute necessity of self transformation.  In Bob’s case, a rebellious yet eternally optimistic farm girl (with big boobs) plunges head first into Hollywood gay culture, San Francisco’s drag-queen scene, New York’s decadent nightlife and the world of burlesque.

Not only does she join the ranks of her new-found communities, she becomes a shining star!

Hosting at the old Cock, on Avenue A.
Performing at the "new" Cock.

Compared to most people’s lives, Bob’s journey has been freaky, shocking even.  But she recalls her unconventional adventures in such an upbeat manner that they become delightful and empowering fairy tales.  Even the yuppies in the audience were laughing with glee.

I’d love to see a sequel.  I know Bob has got many more tales to tell!