Probably a Damned Forward. Literally.

I typically don’t let my phone get extremely low on power, so when I looked down just now and saw a red notification light, I thought someone had sent me an evil text message.

The Trouble with Hairpieces

Last night I was putting away things from last weekend’s drag party, and I realized that I had walked off with three of my friend’s wigs. I found them as I was unpacking a bin of what we had dubbed “emergency drag”, and for a split second I thought I had tribbles.

Old-school Star Trek jokes FTW!

I'm a dork.