So I ran into this guy Sanchez the other day at the airport. Always a pleasure; he’s gay, he’s gorgeous, and he’s always happy to see me. We first flew together when he was brand spankin’ new and I was still based in San Francisco, and shared some memorable experiences in the three days we were together, not the least of which was getting drunk out of his flask in the aisles of the Dollar Tree at the Mall of America, but it always takes him a second to place me. His “hello” is always gregarious, his cutie-pie face always lights up under his latest haircut or facial hair experiment, but his eyes invariably narrow while he racks his brain, and I brace for the announcement. Because we are always in the computer room with a hundred other flight attendants, and he always remembers, loudly, with a snap of his fingers: “We had the Tastykake Incident!”
The Tastykake Incident, which would have been unmanageably mortifying with pretty much any other flight attendant I’ve ever flown with, was actually quite hilarious in context, and I am not ashamed of it in principle. Sanchez and I had bonded over our common body image issues and love of snack cakes in general, and what happened on the flight from Minneapolis to Denver seemed almost inevitable in its poetic timing. But it would be OK with me if even once in a while he could say hi to me without telling everybody within earshot all about how we broke the jumpseat. Continue reading
Trust me, I’m as surprised as you are.
OK, it’s not quite as dramatic as it sounds; he’s not an actual girl. He didn’t secretly begin life as one, nor is he in the process of transitioning into one. But he has started dressing up as one for fun and profit, and it’s taken some getting used to. We spend a lot more of our disposable income on makeup than we used to, for one thing, and there are feathers everywhere.
Our Favorite Queens from RuPaul’s Drag Race Season 3
Last summer — our eighth together, mind you, with nary a whisper of “I want to be a drag queen” in the interim — we were glued to Season Three of RuPaul’s Drag Race on Netflix. Jared has seen every season, but I have not. I have only seen Season Three. Over and over again, because RPDR is produced in such a way that I am riveted to every episode, even if I’ve seen it several times before. Knowing the outcome before we even sit down to watch a given episode, I’m still on the edge of my seat by the second commercial break, yelling my commentary and critique at Jared, at the television, and all up and down Facebook each time, because my ideas and opinions stay fresh like that. (Don’t roll your eyes at me.) Raja totally deserved to win, but I still root for Alexis Mateo each time around, just in case RuPaul does Drag Race like the movie Clue and there might be a surprise ending. But really, as long as they keep sending Carmen Carrera home, I’m happy. Continue reading
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