Skag Draggers, Booger Queens, Garbage Girls … whatever you choose to call them, they’re always the life of the party. I’m reminded of something James St. James said in the Party Monster documentary, “If you’ve got a hump, throw some gllitter on it.” and that’s the spirit that propels skag drag.

And that gets me to thinking about Winnipeg, Canada. There’s something wrong going on there that’s sending chills up my spine. It’s not the cold that I associate with Canadian weather, it’s the local queens–visually terrorizing everything and everyone in their wake.
In the photo above, COCKTAILIA and PICTORIA SECRETE sexually assault a perfectly innocent phone booth while Gloria Booths breaths heavily into the receiver. (Though there is a resemblance between the phone booth and GLORIA BOOTHS, there is no relation.) What is going on here? The photo is begging for a caption.

And I’m glad that the news hasn’t reached Canada yet, because poor Pictoria still hasn’t heard that there is no cleaning up a filthy queen. You can’t even Shout! It Out! She’s probably just putting her back alley tramping shoes through the rinse cycle.

I didn’t know the queen pictured above very well, her name was Jose and when she put on the roadkill wig and applied lipstick she became Josephine. I don’t know whatever happened to her, but I hope she still looks as good as the day I took this photo.
Marc Felion says:
May 24, 2008 at 00:28Josephine looks how I feel when I’m hungover