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I woke up this morning and logged onto Facebook, as I normally do. Its my morning ritual. Some people have coffee, I have friend requests. I was greeted with a message from the people at Facebook that stated there were new privacy features that could restrict who sees what on my profile. To be completely honest, I don’t need these features. I screen people myself when they try and add me as a friend. I’m not a size queen who worries about collecting people and calling them my friends. If I know you, I’ll accept you. If I have no clue who you are, I chalk you up as a tranny chaser and give you a big ol fat decline. Simple as that. What concerns me about Facebook is the fact that I had one of my photos stolen from my boy account. Someone by the name of Fener Cilgin copied the small thumbnail image of my display pic and is using it as his display picture. I was enraged when I saw it. It is identity theft to the extreme. I reported it to Facebook and the guy’s profile has still not been deleted. I submitted 3 complaints and yet there is my beautiful Italian boy face being used for what I can assume is some 40 year old Swedish guy’s profile. So, being the bitch that I am, I added him under my Heroine Marks drag Facebook account. Still waiting on a response. Lets just say, if he accepts me he’s in for it.
Another thing about Facebook. Did you know they have employees and branches all over the world? A friend of mine just moved to Germany to work for the branch located there. Doesn’t working for Facebook defeat the purpose of working? How else are you going to be distracted? Do Facebook employees get a Twitter account to put off doing their work? Just something to think about.
Not sure if you’ve heard the news, but apparently Pride week is being pushed back a week due to the G8 summit. I think I just heard a million livers scream with joy at the exact same time. Or maybe that was just the Mexican I had for dinner. Not sure. Anyways, the police will be needed for security during the summit and will not be able to do both the summit and gay-a-palozza! Good thing. If there were no cops during Pride, there would be a whole lot of bitch slapping going on. “You drank the last Rev, biatch!” *slap slap*
With love and venom,
Heroine Marks
xoxo
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- “Did you hear? Heroine Marks is really a dude!”
Gossip. Its a small word that packs a punch. Its the highlight of parties and has become a form of entertainment for people tired of their mundane lives. People like being the first to spread a tidbit, whether it holds a grain of truth or is a big fat lie. Unfortunately, in the gay community, I think people automatically take gossip and rumours as stone cold facts.
When Zelda’s first closed on Church Street, my inbox was flooded with questions from concerned homos. They all didn’t think it would reopen and didn’t see it working on Yonge. They also told me ‘rumours’ they had heard from the street. They were laughable at best. A month later, the people who were messaging me are now enjoying a good ol’ Bitch Slap in the new upstairs show room of 692 Yonge Street. The rumours were put to a rest and life goes on. Zelda is settled into her new home and I couldn’t be more thrilled with the move.
At Woody’s this past Friday, I ran into several old friends I hadn’t seen in awhile. Almost immediately, I was asked questions about what’s moving into the old Zelda’s location. As if I know? I’m not the landlord. So, I told them I had “no clue. For all we know, a McDonald’s could move in there.”
Monday evening, on my way home from seeing a screening of ‘A Single Man’(great film, but my neck still hurts from sitting in the second row) I stopped by Zelda’s to see my co-workers and have a late night drink. While there, my friend and co-worker Chris V mentioned that he had heard from several people that night that a McDonald’s was moving into the old Zelda’s location. Suddenly I felt I had started a really bad game of ‘Telephone’, where what you say changes as it passes through each person’s ear. Ridiculous. That’s the only word I can think of for the whole situation.
On the topic of rumours and gossip, allegedly a Facebook group called ‘The New Crews & Tango’ has been created and is creating quite a stir online. I checked out the page and didn’t find a date for a relaunch. Rather than just accepting what I see on Facebook, I did a little digging and messaged the promoter who has been sending messages to members and offering drag queens shows. I offered to conduct an interview with him through this blog to discuss the plans for the new Crews and clear up any rumours and questions people have. However, my pitch was declined. He said an interview is premature, but could be possible in the future. Oh well. I tried.
Until next time, Happy Gossiping!
With love and venom,
Heroine Marks
xoxo
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Last night I attended my first Christmas party of the season. I had a blast schmoozing with so many characters from the Church Street scene. The food seemed never-ending. Even my Italian grandmother would have said, ‘This is a bit excessive.” As usual, a drag queen was a little schmammered. Or maybe it was jet lag? (Don’t worry Gurl, egg nog gets me too.)
One of the highlights of my night was watching local photographer David Hawe walk around with his digital camera, snapping photos of people so that he could later strategically photoshop angry cats and peopleofwalmart.com into the background. If you have no clue what I am referring to, I suggest you have a look at his Coronation photos from this past year on his Facebook. They are HILARIOUS! The man is a genius.
Before the party, I went to see my drag mother, Miss Conception wow the crowd during her Stage to Screen show (Woody’s, 6pm). This week she opened with an outstanding Liza set, followed by an homage to Shirley Temple and Baby Jane. She is truly an unstoppable force on Church Street. Week after week, she packs them in. Why? Because her shows are new and fresh every Sunday. In my opinion, her show is better than cable. She has more talent in her pinky than a lot of queens have had in their 20 something year careers. If you haven’t checked out Miss Conception’s Stage to Screen show, head on down to Woody’s this Sunday.
So, I’m fat. I’ll give you a moment to let it sink in. I know, it shocked me too, but I am a big girl. I’ve decided I’m going to lose weight for Christmas and the New Year, and to keep myself motivated I will be doing it publicly through this blog. I plan on approaching a few gyms in the area and talking to them about possible sponsorship for what I’m calling ‘Honey, they shrunk the drag queen’. If you own a gym and are interested in a drag queen spokesmodel, give me a shout. [email protected].
Tonight I’m heading on down to The Varsity to see a VIP screening of Tom Ford’s ‘A Single Man’. Unfortunately, everyone I’ve asked is busy. So, I’m going alone. How ironic and a tad bit depressing. Oh well. Until next time…
With love and venom,
Heroine Marks
xoxo
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The bitch is back…and I’m taking names.
Welcome to ‘My life on the Drag list’, the newest blog to hit the GGT family. As readers have noticed, I’ve been absent for quite sometime. I’d love to say I was in Malawi adopting children to sew my dresses, but its hard to teach 2 year olds how to double stitch. Believe me, I’ve tried. Don’t even get me started on zippers… I’m thrilled to be back, ranting and raving about pop culture, people who I love and hate, and the craziness that life has thrown me since slapping on a wig.
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"Yo, ma', pick up some Huggies. Aiiight?"
As a 22 year old, I feel confident when I say that we are in a world where communication no longer exists. We have technology that is suppose to strengthen our abilities to interact, but what we fail to realize is that it is actually killing communication. My generation no longer understands how to have a face to face conversation. We’re too busy texting, using our iPods and iPhones, and walking around talking with ear pieces that make us look like we belong in a mental institution. I was sitting in Woody’s on Sunday evening. I scanned the room and noticed that everyone seemed to be holding a beer and their phones. A table of four sat around a high top table. Four people and they were silent. Why? Because they were busy texting people who weren’t even in the bar. I found myself guilty of it too. Instantly, I turned off my phone. I ventured to the smoking patio and found more and more cellular culprits. A full smoking patio and people were texting or checking their e-mails. With my phone turned off and in my pocket, I stood out like a Black guy at a KKK meeting. Extreme example, but it works. Luckily, I was able to strike up a conversation with someone who was also hands free of their cell. I probably would not have met or even conversed with this person had I been on my phone. Jump to today. I woke up early to go meet the newest couple to be featured in my fab Magazine together column. They’re an older couple, but they were more full of life than most of my friends. Usually when I go to meet these couples its a quick photo and I’m in and out. My phone vibrates and I have friends texting me asking to meet them for coffee, lunch or dinner. I thank the couple for taking part and make my exit. Today, however, without realizing it, my phone was off. After taking the photo, they offered me a cup of tea. I ended up spending 2 hours in their living room, learning about these men and their experiences in life. We looked through their wedding album, talked about So You Think You Can Dance, and discussed George Smitherman’s run for mayor. They offered me wisdom and what I can expect as a young gay male living in the Village. It was an eye opening experience and when leaving I felt a satisfaction. I had made two new friends who I may not have given the time or day to sit and talk with because of cell phone distractions. When I left their home, I turned my phone on. I had 2 missed calls and 4 text messages waiting for me. I smirked as I rode the elevator down 12 floors.
Try it for yourself. The next time you’re out and about with friends, turn off your phones. Put the electronic devices away. You’ll be surprised by who you meet and the new characters you can add to the next chapter in your life.
With love and venom,
Heroine Marks
xoxo
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The bitch is back…and I’m taking names.
Welcome to ‘My life on the Drag list’, the newest blog to hit the GGT family. As readers have noticed, I’ve been absent for quite sometime. I’d love to say I was in Malawi adopting children to sew my dresses, but its hard to teach 2 year olds how to double stitch. Believe me, I’ve tried. Don’t even get me started on zippers… I’m thrilled to be back, ranting and raving about pop culture, people who I love and hate, and the craziness that life has thrown me since slapping on a wig. Think of this as your own personal tour into the world of high heels, and cat fights, with just a dash of popular culture for kicks. You’ll learn about trail blazers in our community, meet the people in my life who I value the most, and of course have your daily dose of ‘View’ antics(PS. can we force Barbara Walters to retire?) This will be no holds barred. Anything goes. No one and nothing is off limits. Strap on your seatbelts, kiddies, and use the washroom now. There are no pee breaks on this ride. xoxo
Heroine Marks
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