I have no idea what I've gotten myself into. This job is so far above my head, it's silly. It's far beyond my comprehension level.
But I love it. My boss is awesome, and even though he knows he really threw me off the deep end, I'm learning to swim fast. I'm picking it up as quick as... Read More
Sunday the 7th. Sunset Strip finals. 6 crazy bitches dancing on a pole for our enjoym---er, judging pleasure. Some ridiculously 'talented' ladies. *cough*. It comes down to a wire, and we have a tie. Fiona and Pantera both claim the crowns, and the coveted covers of Exotic Underground. But what stripper contest would be complete without dudes in drag? Dane... Read More
Thank you. Speaking of looking fantastic, those pictures in your journal are teh hawtness. Or something less wannabe internet nerd. You know what I mean.
Talk show about transgender people. Learned some cool things I didn't know, and met some of the really awesome guests.
Went to the Vogue, saw some awesome burlesque. Way too many queens.
Also at the Vogue, watched friend Fiona strip to Apocalyptica's 'Nothing Else Matters'. It was the most beautiful, graceful, sexy thing I've ever soon. So fucking cool.
Gold paint everywhere. Don't even get me started on the glitter.
Moonday was awesome, and I was totally the best dressed one there. Soon as I can remember to e-mail the photographers, I'll have some killer shots of me as a bright gold/gothy jester.