ABOVE: Happy Pride!
BELOW: Keep reading for an RDR fuck-up, Carson Kressley's Majors confession and more ...
ABOVE: Happy Pride!
BELOW: Keep reading for an RDR fuck-up, Carson Kressley's Majors confession and more ...
ABOVE: I'd love to be in the pink.
Sasha, fierce, above; playing the Miss Fame game, inset (All images by Matthew Rettenmund; feel free to share with watermark)
I just spent two days flying around RuPaul's Drag Con NYC 2017, the inaugural East Coast version of the popular West Coast dress-up confab, and boy are my charms tired — it takes a lotta energy to approach dozens of lovely ladies and laddies and ask them to pose, even when it's written all over their faces (in MAC) that they'd be more than happy to do so.
It was a balls-to-the-wall-of-your-thighs blast, though. World of Wonder once again struck wonder into the hearts of its legions of fans, I saw things I'll never forget and I got to meet the one and only RuPaul. Luckily, I already love myself, so there was no question how in the hell I was gonna love that particular someone else.
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The 23rd Annual GLAAD Media Awards at the Marriott Marquis last night was a fun time once I decided I was for sure not dashing to Connecticut to support a friend's event starring Mickey Rooney. I'd already committed to GLAAD and couldn't quite wrap my mind around three hours (both ways) of travel for an hour of notoriously curmudgeonly Rooney fielding questions about his career and undoubtedly griping about the filth that passes for entertainment today, but I was happy to hear later that Mickey's gig was a treat in the end.
Here I am interviewing Thomas Roberts (photo from here)
José was my camerman (which removes a lot of the stress; having to stick a video camera directly into someone's face is awkward, especially when they're not performing sexual acts and high on whatever people get high on these days).
He and I and everyone I ran into were kvetching about how tired we were, didn't wanna do this massive red carpet, etc. But it wound up being rather cool.
I was next to a really fun girl whose hair, nonetheless, kept creeping into my face and all over my body (she had a mane on her). At one point, it worked itself under my MEDIA sticker and tugged it partially off like one of those cartoon vines. She apologized and I accepted, but I have enough hair all over me.
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