As I was contentedly tripping balls on the balcony of one of the quarters less seedy gay bars ,my companion of the evening stumbled back to meet me with a look on his face like he’d just seen Saddam Hussein’s ghost fucking Liza Minnelli’s huge red ass.
“What is it Charles? What’s wrong?” I was somewhat apprehensive , my fried little mind attempting to extrapolate from expression alone what could have so discomfited my friend,so quickly.
“I was waiting in line for the bathroom…”he said.
“Yes, go on,”come on come on come on.Spit it out!
“And that Amazon Drag Queen…”he stuttered.
“Yeah , Simone , what happened?”She had appeared on the scene for the very first time that weekend, all 6’5” and 350 lbs. of her.
”.... she told me I had dick suckin’ lips..”he spluttered on the verge of tears.
“It’s o.k. she’s gone now,” i said,trying to keep his trip from heading south. But was i telling the truth?Are any of us really safe from that much queen?Only time will tell.