Always a crowd favorite, and like mentioned earlier, this is like the one impressive thing that I can do that is related to dancing. I may not be able to twist my body through a chair like GiGi or perform awesome hairorgraphy like Kitty Six, but damn this plus sized queen can do an impressive side splits.

Also can we please look at my boobs at this photo. I look like I have really amazing cleavage in this shot - thank you lord!

 “A Night of Love and Bad Romance”

Saturday night was absolutely amazing. I had such an incredible time and the best part was that I looked stunningly fabulous. I was wearing my brand new, for real real, corset that, while giving the appearance that I was six sizes smaller than I am, also had the effect of diminishing my lung capacity. Saturday was important for a variety of reasons. One was the premiere of my girl Ariel Lea, a girl who drove all the way from Ohio with her dog Duke, to chase her dreams of singing and performing. She lit up the night with her rendition of “All That Jazz” from Chicago. Ariel and I are in production right now working on a brand new show. Our working title for the show is the Drag Cabaret, which is going to look a little bit like Donny and Marie, meets crack cocaine, meets a drag queen ;)

The other reason why Saturday was important was that I was performing a number in the show. Between the musical, the Utility Players, and other business October was the last time that I performed a “drag” number. So I was excited to go out there with ridiculously hot choreography, beautiful burlesque dancers to serve as my demonic ho minions, and a 7 foot tall mens to play the part of my bad romance – what more could an aspiring young drag queen desire. OH alo my girl Ariel did my makeup and see did this fierce glitter lightening bolt down the side of my face for my Lady Gaga "Bad Romance" number - making the night perfect.

The first show was absolutely incredible. The number went off without a hitch – and thank god I put some boobie pasties on because I learned afterward that my boobs popped out about every three seconds to the audience, so thank god for the small miracle that is pasties. Although the show did not feature a lot of single mens in the audience, I had two hunky single Australian men sitting in the front row named Tristan and Pete. OMG I about dropped to my knees and proposed right there. I would gladly lively out my life as Mrs. Hot Australian. OMG could you imagine being married to a devastatingly beautiful Australian man named Tristan for the rest of your life? Although I am a strong independent woman of the 21^st century, but I would have become Suzie Homemaker and bore him 10 children if he would have asked me too.

The second show got a little more complicated than the first one. First of all, during my opening number my tutu accidentally got caught on my heel and started ripping the fabric. Trying to act like nothing is wrong, I had to unhook the tutu and not fuck up the choreography at the same time. Similarly, because it was the later show, there were a few more drunken hecklers in this show. Dealing with drunken hecklers is always an interesting juggling act. You want to try to silence them and acknowledge that they are being asses but you do not want to indulge them and give attention to their behavior. There was this one guy named “Eyes Wide One” - his Burning Man name – who gave me the most trouble.

***** MINOR DIGRESSION **** First of all, when a host asks for your name, do not give them your mystical Burning Man name. Shit like this makes me detest the whole Burning Man escapade and those that feel that they are enlightened beings because they attended this week long experience. I'm sure that it is very powerful and some individuals attend with the truest intentions and do not leave the camp complete and utter tools. For me, stranded out in the middle of a desert with no indoor plumbing sounds like hell for this Ginger. ****************

Anyways, this guy was giving me a lot of trouble. He volunteered to participate in our little game show - such a horrible decision. He was barely making sense, slurring his words, and then before I knew he was stripping on stage. I had that moment of “what the hell is happening” followed by the “what the hell am I going to do” thought. I look over and he is down to his boxers and I see that he is starting to take those off, so I did the only thing that I could think about, and jumped in front of him and used my plus-sizedness to block his wee wee from being exposed to my audience. He would not stop at all, so I did the only thing that I could think of, I slapped him – with his permission of course – and that was a huge hit with the audience.

Something that usually strikes me after the show is how many people did not realize that I am a drag queen. Though I mention it several times in the show and make fun of myself for it, many audience members are solidly convinced that I am woman – so Miss Ginger had quite a few gentlemen callers courting her affections after the show. It's always hard to read these situation: do they know I'm gay, are they aware that I am man, do they realize that this look took 6 hours and will not be happening everyday, will they become violent if they find out? These are all questions I must ask myself whenever a guy meets Ginger. Transphobia and violence against gender non-conforming people still occurs, and mama didn't raise no fool, so I make sure to take care of myself and make sure that I do not get involved in any potentially unsafe situations. It still always get me that not only are sometimes unaware that I am man, but even when I tell them to their face, they still remain unconvinced, and then they awkwardly want me to show them my naughty bits to confirm it. HHHHEEELLLLLL NO!!! You have to at least buy this girl dinner first or something.

Make sure to check out photos from the show in my Picture Gallery and stayed tuned for more upcoming shows!!! Thank you to everyone who came out to support the event, threw a dollar bill down my bra, or laughed at one of my jokes. There is nothing more in life that I want to do than perform as Ginger, and Saturday stands as another night where I get to do what I enjoy most in life.



Valentine's Day is coming up this Sunday – shoot me now – and find myself once again bereft of boyfriend and instilled with an intense desire to watch a marathon of slasher movies where the young hot couple meets an untimely end. Not that I am bitter or anything mind you.

I am actually really excited for this weekend though because A.Love.Nouveau is having their first show of the new year – Saturday at 7pm and 10pm. The second that I heard that it was going to be a Valentine's Day show I immediately went to the choreographer Nayte and said “I need to do bad romance by Lady Gaga” - there were no ifs, ands, or buts about it. I thought to myself, hmm a Valentine's Day show, Bad Romance is totally your jam right now, you have the hottest choreographer in Reno at your disposal, oh and a troupe of ridiculously hot & talented burlesque girls to be your backup dancers ….. ummm holler. I knew that I had to do this number. For whatever reason, I feel like Whitney Houston and Lady Gaga is my crack cocaine at the moment.

I truly enjoy being a part of the show as host and as a performer in this show. I relish the opportunity to challenge assumptions and perceptions of drag queens as entertainers. I want to be able to show that we can do more than just merely lip sync some numbers; we can sing, dance, and be witty articulate and entertaining hosts. Also, working with the girls has given me more confidence as a dancer and a performer. A.Love.Nouveau – a new love – embraces all women regardless of age, background, or experience and shows the beauty that is within all of us. No matter who you are – even a plus sized drag queen – you can go on stage and shake your stuff and feel empowered by your sensuality. The fact that the girls have embraced a drag queen as their host and now is seen as just “one of the girls” is an amazing feeling that I cherish wholeheartedly. In a world that is still often uncomfortable with any non-conformity and drag queens are still scary, it is cool that this safe space has sort of been carved out for me. In some ways, I now have all the girlfriends that I dreamed & wished for growing up. Girlfriends who will go shopping with you, help with your makeup, teach you different tricks about clothes, and how to appear skinnier than you are, etc. The life of women is a complicated tangled mess and it is nice to have a few tour guides along the way.

The show tomorrow should be incredible. Anyone who is in the Reno area tomorrow night and is looking for a fun, sexy, and entertaining way to spend the night drop by Studio on 4^th – 432 E. 4^th Street – at either 7:00pm or 10:00pm for the hottest burlesque show in town. Admission to the show is $12 or $50 for a VIP table [seats 4] and features your own burlesque cocktail waitress. Hope to see you all there for a night of love & bad romance.