It’s that time of year again when we don our cut-off jeans, put on our muscle shirts that show off the countless hours we spend at the gym, and clink our cocktails in honor of you as we march down the street chanting, “We’re here, we’re queer, get used to it.” Well, I think that still happens. I’m not entirely sure, as I’ve taken a step back from these activities because you don’t seem to represent what you once did. These days, it seems to be one big party where people drink

Well, you have most definitely created a very tangled web of lies and deceit, haven’t you? There once was a time when you actually represented those who elected you to office. Now, you use those same people to get into office, then abandon them in order to stay in power and idolize the orange one. Why is this? Why have you forgotten the basic principles of your party for the ideology of a president who is only going to be in office for two more years? Unless, of course, you k

It was a pleasure seeing you a few weeks ago after all these years, though, now that I think of it, we did cross paths just over a year ago in London. That encounter, however, was unfortunately a forgettable one for me. A musical is simply not the best venue for you. While Ms. Williams did an admirable job portraying you, it was still only an imitation; she could not capture the sharpness that has always made you unmistakable. So when you decided to grace us with your presen

You have outdone yourself on this one, and I thought Ohio passing a law forbidding make -up to be worn by drag queens was an idiotic law, however, you have surpassed them when it comes to legislature that is completely idiotic, and a waste of taxpayer money. Can you please explain to me the purpose of your declaration that June, a month which has predominately been Pride Month, is to now be referred to as Nuclear Family Month? What exactly does that mean? I get that you are t

After these past two weeks, no, after the last twenty some years, I have come to the conclusion that you hate me. Why is this? Sure, I may have written a letter to your mother, but that was out of frustration due to my continued singledom. In retrospect, I see how you may have taken that action personally. I can assure you it was not meant to be. If you did take it that way, I’d like to once again apologize for my apparent lack of judgement in sending that letter. Now that I

Well, you have probably passed the most preposterous law yet. In case you have no idea what I’m referring to, I’ll refresh your memory: Ohio HB 249. You know, the one that “bans” individuals from wearing make-up of the opposite sex during adult cabarets performances if minors are present. You were even so kind as to define what you meant by "adult cabaret performances," which are those featuring performers displaying a gender identity different from their biological sex. Whic

Gurl, I have a question for you, what the hell were you thinking?! That documentary on Netflix has definitely not endured you with the public. Of course, I also think people just like to tear others to shreds these days for the littlest offence. I guess it gives them a feeling of superiority, which if you ask me is a bit self-righteous, like they haven’t done anything wrong in their lives. Back to that documentary, it does seem to highlight a very big lapse of judgment on you

I’m well known for diving in and tackling issues, so I’m going to go ahead and do that now: why do you hate him so much? Is it because of what he said? Or because of who he is? Or has his unfortunate situation given you another opportunity to jump on your soap box and declare how awful another person is? I ask because this whole thing seems to be blown out of proportion for an event that happens pretty much on a regular basis in New Orleans, getting drunk and being obnoxious.

First off—yes, I know this is going to be a cliché, but it took me forever to write to you. Why may you ask? Isn’t it obvious? You, dear Procrastination, are the master of distraction. You can’t really blame others for getting sidetracked when you’re involved, can you? Though, maybe you do—but you shouldn’t. It’s just easier to do anything but what I’m supposed to. Right now, I should be working on my new book, but instead, here I am, writing this letter to you (which, unsurp

First off, let me reassure you—this is coming from a place of genuine concern, not judgment. I’ve been in your shoes, so I get it. Life feels like it’s spinning out of control lately, doesn’t it? You’ve had a lot on your to-do list lately, especially with the purchase of your house, the move, and all the stress that comes along with it. Buying a house isn’t like some reality TV home shows where a crew fixes the place up before you move-in is it? In real life, you have to do a