Let’s set a quick ad hoc ground rule here for this post if we may: As an old queen myself, I can call anyone I want to an old queen, as long as s/he is certifiably an old queen. Okay?
My friend Martin sent me the following the other day:
I neither look forward, where there is doubt, nor backward, where there is regret; I look inward and ask myself not if there is anything out in the world that I want and had better grab quickly before nightfall, but whether there is anything inside me that I have not yet unpacked. I want to be certain that, before I fold my hands and step into my coffin, what little I can do and say and be is completed. ~ Quentin Crisp
Now, what I want to know is, where did this old queen get a ton of grace, when I may have gotten only an ounce or two in this life?
Returning briefly to what I called ‘off-the-beaten-path’ names last post, I got an email yesterday from MoveOn.org from an individual named ‘Milan de Vries’. MoveOn.org is not even a LGBT organization! There are drag performers out there who would pay big money for that name! It’s not fair.
Closing, my self-identification as an old queen at the start is actually not altogether accurate: I do not believe I am sufficiently dainty.
There may be those who would disagree with that.