I'm forcing myself to get on stage... what could possibly go wrong?
Especially if that loser is abusive.
Over 40,000 people attended RuPaul’s Drag Con this year, and every single one of them was in my personal space.
(And went to interview a couple IRL).
My life is haunted with the ghosts of Tinder dates.
In retrospect, inviting Garbanzo to dinner was pretty dumb.