Hedda Dishes Drag Race :: Zombies!
Hello Gentle Americans. I know I said I would not watch the final episode of "RuPaul's Drag Race." Sadly I found myself tied to a chair, eyelids held open with toothpicks, and a gun pointed to my head in front of my 90-inch flat screen TV.
Oh, it was nothing threatening my dears; I just had my Italian lover Vinny over for some fun. Vinny loves role-play and tonight it was my turn to be tied to a chair, pistol whipped, and asked, "Where's the money?" Of course I never say where it is and he has to fuck the information out of me... 5 or 6 times.
I would have preferred to be pistol whipped, for real, than watch 'Drag Race.' God it was just terrible! Drag Queens have become so earnest and grateful that I wanted to pretend I was in Vietnam, take a machete, and chop the queens down like bamboo shafts. First off, who is the makeup artist for the show? All the girls looked like they are aliens on a "Star Trek" episode; heavy eye makeup and noses shaded to an inch of their lives, gave their faces a creepy morgue like texture.