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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I don’t know what it is about spring, but the jack asses are blooming at full speed. Running into people on Church Street and reading letters in recent magazines and newspapers, I can’t believe how many bitter and angry queens there are in Toronto. Everyone is entitled to an opinion, but when you go out of your way to bitch and moan over petty issues that’s where I become irritated. I try to be a positive person, but its hard when you get lost in all the negativity that surrounds us. Maybe its just an age thing, but do people really have THAT much time on their hands? My schedule is so hectic, I barely have time to stay in touch with family and friends let alone write a letter to publicly bash someone. Do we really need to diminish and tear fellow homos and their work to shreds? We should be encouraging one another to help blossom whether it is as writers, journalists, musicians, artists, or performers. The time spent bitching could be used for good. Stop the bitching! The amount of time you spend doing it could be used volunteering at Casey House, ACT Toronto, Pride, and various other gay establishments and organizations within our community. Give back to the community rather than put it down. If the village is dying, it is because we’re slowly killing it with words for daggers.

With love,
Heroine Marks
xoxo