Hello gentle Americans. Yesterdays filming of DRAGTASTIC (for LOGO) went marvelously, though it was an incredibly long day. 12 hours we were in drag filming various bits for the show-getting in makeup, getting in and out of limos (grueling huh?), interviews and finally our performance filmed in front of a live audience. By the end of the day my nuts so wanted to be set free from underneath their protective layer of pantyhose I could actually hear them squealing in agony. My feet were screaming louder, but luckily between takes I was able to remove my shoes, I was not able to take my nuts out. Though I think that would have made for a great X-Tube video.

My comedy set started out a bit rough, the audience had just watched over and hour and a half of show with Mimi Imfurst, Pandora Box, Kelly Mantle and Bianca Del Rio; had a 20 minute intermission and were now asked to sit through another hour of show. But once they warmed up to me and I warmed up to them the comedy was just rolling from my glossy mouth. Everyone involved was fabulous, an incredible range of variety and the delightfully urban Harmonica Sunbeam closed the show with a bedtime story about Goldie Locks and The Three Bears set in a NYC project that project that had us in tears. Luckily my mascara was waterproof. Here is a little video of me behind the scenes getting my makeup retouched:

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Hello gentle Americans. Today is the day we film the LOGO special, DRAGTASTIC, in front of a live audience at the Bowery Ballroom in NYC. Dragtastic stars Bianca Del Rio, Kelly Mantle and Harmonica Sunbeam and myself. Am I nervous? Just a tad. But I think being nervous is a good thing it forces me to be at the top of my game. What do I do when I get nervous? My first instinct is to find the most attractive man in the room, discretely shove him into a broom closet and fuck the living daylights out of him. Isn’t that every ones first reaction? Don’t judge me. My second reaction is to grab the nearest plate of donuts and scarf them down in a lady like manner. Which basically means I won’t chew with my mouth open. Though after eating batch of those sticky delights I go into a sugar coma and I am rendered completely useless. Of course a cocktail is the next logical step, but I am a depressive monster when I drink. After two or three cocktails you will find me on the ledge of a building as curious onlookers scream, “Jump you green bitch!” And what good would I be in a comedy special if I was flattened like a pancake on the pavement? Instead I will just close my eyes, say a silent prayer and just have fun when I get out there on the stage.

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