Thursday, October 09, 2003

Melbourne

I am in Melbourne. It is cold and raining. I have brought a fleece. I am sitting typing this in a gay bar, with drink by the mouse. 20 feet away from me, a drag act is sliding down a pole to American Life.

Ozzie drag queens have biceps the size of a mini metro, and don't sing. They just dance. Athletically.

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