That's the title of one of my favourite songs. The most lethal, the most essential thing is to hear your own voice. Also, keeping up with the idea of writing as catharsis, this one blog is dedicated all to myself. More solipsism would be hard to find. And I like it like that. Oh, and this is a queer (and self-proclaimed 'ADULT') blog so go ahead, make your day... mine is done.
I don't really like strippers. Really. For all my babbling around talking about dick and naked men, I don't really like strippers that much. They come across to me as slightly gross, needing some dance lessons and mainly straight, for what I've heard. Some even bring their girlfriends to work as a shield. What the hell? I would never give my money to a straight stripper, TBH. He can go to Chippendale's for all I care. Gogo boys, on the other hand, I do like. Maybe because they're more fun? Because they can actually dance? Maybe because they seem to be as much into the dick as into the bump and grind? I don't know. But I feel I like gogo boys more than strippers any time of the week.
And now we're gonna have a gogo boy competition! Yay! It's brought to you by @JonnyMcGovern, the (super fun!) daddy who brought you Hey Qween, the show that managed to interview the best and most of the Drag artists that Jonny could bring to the yard. He even had RuPaul on his couch! Have never watched it? Oh, hunny. You'll be in for a surprise. The tea is served hot in that set. So bingeable.
And no, this competition will not have all the glitz and the glam of a big production (but remember how Drag Race started? Same feeling). It's gonna be gritty and scruffy and probably basic in what comes to production. Think an early morning infomercial on basic cable. But who the hell cares? I'm here for the talent. And the bodies. And the behind the scenes shenanigans. And I already know who I want to see dance: