… Or, no talent is no longer enough.

Last night I discovered to my horror I’m alive 30 years too late and on the wrong side of the Pacific. I really should have been in San Francisco in 1970, drinking LSD chasers with my hormones and living with the Cockettes. Divine always was one of the giant influences in my life, ever since she rolled into my life singing “I’m so beautiful”, and eating dog shit … Francine Fishpaw I love you.

And when they pilfered the Beijing Opera’s misplaced touring trunks for costumes and spat out Pearls Over Shanghai, well I just felt like Hibiscus, Divine, Sylvester and every shemale enough bad taste to call herself a shemale had risen from the dead and was Sending Me A Message…