From April, 2018

A conventual drag

Last night, I had an epiphany: I suddenly noticed just how well the names of female, medieval saints double as drag names, and I knew I had to share that important insight with you as soon as possible.   “Sure,” you might say, “You were unable to fall asleep yesterday, weren’t you? At some point you hit the critical mass of insomnia-induced grogginess and that’s when this started seeming like a good idea.”   Well, yes.   Still – hear me out. Cast your mind towards the hallowed halls of your local gay club. (Actually, that probably closed down recently. It’s…

You May Have Worn The Prom Dress With Him, But I Get To Tear Out His Liver With My Own Two Hands And Burn It As A Pleasant Sacrifice To The Gods

High school feels like the best time of your life while you’re there. It’s easy to think that whatever you experience during those magical years will last forever. When you finally meet your true love in your senior year, it seems meant-to-be. You are entirely sure that this is the man you will spend your life with.   I don’t blame you for having felt like that, but for most people such dreams just don’t last. They certainly didn’t last for you. Eventually, you broke up with him and now you get to watch as another woman ties the man…