ABC made waves this past week when it announced the line-up for the 13th season of Dancing with the Stars(DWTS). This season will showcase such D-list celebrities as Rob Kardashian - the brother to the famous Kardashian sisters -, Ricki Lake, David Arquette, and Carson Kressley - former Queer Eye for the Straight Guy commentator. However the person causing quite the controversy is political activist and son of superstars Cher and Sonny Bono - Chaz Bono. Chaz was born female but last year decided to take the tremendously courageous step to change his sex and officially change his name. The addition of Chaz to the season's cast has caused families to question if they should continue supporting ABC and DWTS; how will the parents of American ever be able to explain the scary and confusing concept of "transgender" to their children.

Angry conservative individuals, with little or nothing to do with their day, stormed the online ABC message forum to voice their opinion on why including Chaz on the show was a perversion and travesty to the show - many of whom had supported the production for years. Here are a few of the choice comments from the message board courtesy of Jezebel:

"A person who would allow his children to view perversion, to teach them that perversion is normal and acceptable, that is a person who hates his children"

"ABC doesn't know what "family" or "child-friendly" means. Have you ever seen their ABC Family channel? I would never let children watch that homosexual lust fest. It's sickening that they try to promote homosexual lust, portray it as something equal with Christian love. But ABC is owned by Disney, purveyor of homosexual entertainment that makes its money off of children."

Seriously? A homosexual lust fest; I think I attended one of those a few years ago. As someone who frequently watches the ABC Family channel there is nothing even remotely close to resembling a homosexual lust fest. Most of the programming involves privileged white girls keeping secrets or lying in some capacity, having babies and getting married at ridiculously young ages. If anything, their programming is some subversive heterosexist agenda to glorify teen marriage and parenthood. Hmm, I can't deny that Disney is a purveyor of homosexual entertainment ... shall we just examine High School Musical?

I didn't realize that ABC was the pinnacle model of virtue and morality in America. So many of the past DWTS cast members have been outstanding members of society. Many parents are concerned having to explain "transgender-identified" individuals ... I am concerned about having to explain everything else. How do I explain the idea of "sex tapes" and not using sex to bolster one's career or self-image after Kim Kardashian and Kendra Wilkinson were on the show? How do I explain unplanned pregnancy and teenage motherhood to my child after Bristol Palin was on the show; "no honey, Bristol is not a role model, but hypocritical tramp who made a mistake, but mommy is not a governor of a state ... or has a real vagina. so I won't be able  bail you out of problem should you get pregnant". 

****NEWSFLASH INDIVIDUALS**** Simply having someone who is transgender one your show is in no way FLAUNTING the "preverse" transgender lifestyle to the impressionable youth of American ... oh and btw I work with the youth of America ... they are not that impressionable. ****

All I know, is that the opposition has gotten so loud that they have dragged the one and only Miss Cher into the battle, and Cher is not pleased that people are being assholes to her son - full article here. At this point ... give up ... Cher is a hundred year old Cyborg from the future that has been sent back to save the world from general unfabulousness. I would not want to go toe-to-toe with Cher. I would be afraid it would be the start of Transformers 4: Gypsies, Tramps and Robotic Superstars. 

I just really hope that people don't watch this season for the express purposes of watching Chaz getting kicked off. I hope he makes it all the way to the end and sticks it to those fuckers. 

Going out is always an arduous and time-consuming an endeavour. You must invest so much time and energy before you even step through the front doors of the club. As a drag queen, you must vest that much more energy in creating the illusion. This past Saturday, my friend Sabrina was having a birthday celebration at Edge Nightclubinside the Peppermill. In terms of high-end dance clubs in Reno it is probably the best. I could have gone out as a guy, but it is just so much more to go out as a girl. As Ginger, I bypass the line into Edge, get drinks bought for me all night, and attract the attention of more than one gentlemen caller throughout the night.

So there we were living it up on the dance floor when this guy sauntered up our circle of dancing ladies and began to dance with me. All of a sudden, he begins to get all up in my business and rubbing his hands all over my curvy and vivacious body. This is all fine and dandy until he starts fondeling my better half - the half that makes me a drag queen and not a for real real woman. Now I when I am doing a show, I make certain that my package is not going to pop out during a performance and my shit is stuffed, tucked, strapped, and tied down. However, a night out at Edge didn't seem to warrant such excessive precautions and therefore - for a lack of a better term - kind of let it hang semi-loose. So I am not quite sure what this guy thought when he started rubbing my junk - I have never felt up a vagina before but I am pretty sure they do not protrude from a women's body and get hard. However, he didn't seem to mind or pull away so I sort of rolled with it. Eventually, I left the dance floor and my first gentlemen caller, in order to get myself another drink - he was cute but his hair was a solid mass of gel and gave me bruises just touching it.

I had barely stepped back onto the dance floor when gentlemen caller # 2 entered, who was taller, cuter, and bald (I have a thing for bald guys). Everything was going great and then it happened. You hear stories from your girlfriends or witness such travesties yourself but you never think it is going to happen to you. I fell on the dance floor. Not a slip or a stumble but a straight up land on my ass and back kind of fall. The guy started laughing at me and I knew at the moment that I was drunken falling girl. The only problem was that I wasn't drunk, just wearing the worst possible boots to dance in and the dance floor had mixers, water, alcohol, and ice everywhere and was extremely slippery. When I recovered from my devastating fall, we continued to dance, and once again gentleman caller # 2 decided to get frisky with me and got introduced to my other half. Once again no real reaction thus begging the question; did these guys know that I was a man who transformed himself into a devastatingly beautiful woman?

I'm sorry, I know I look amazing - you wouldn't believe that power inherent in fake eyelashes and corsets - but is it really that hard to tell the difference between what is fake and what is reality. Furthermore, what does it say when all it takes is a wig, some eyelashes, and a little bit of makeup to create the illusion?

I must ask myself the question of "do they know?" every time I go out into public as Ginger. Do they know that I am a drag queen? Do they know what a drag queen is? Do they like big old queens? Unfortunately, some of these questions can have potentially terrible and unsafe answers. Transphobia and homophobia are still very much realities that we must face. Throw in alcohol, drugs, and flashing lights who knows how someone might respond when they realize that they have just been making out with a guy for the past hour. However, I am not giving these men enough credit? In a world of diversifying sexual interests and tastes, these men could have very well figured out my secret identity and not cared. At the end of the day though, my mama didn't raise no fool, and therefore and not going to willfully put myself in an unsafe situation.

At the end of the night my feet were numb, my organs had re-shifted from being in a corset for too long, and one of my fake eyelashes was holding for dear life - only held there with a little bit of glue and some hope. In other words I was a hot mess. All in a day's work as a drag queen ;) Until the next outing.  

Well lordly, it has been ages since I have been able to steal away and write a blog entry. The past couple of weeks have been some of the busiest, craziest, and most exciting weeks of my time here in Reno. In the past two weeks I (1) Got a Job - THANK YOU LORD (2) Quit A'DOLLed Fantasy - long dramatic story and (3) Got cast in another musical - one of my all-time favorites, Zanna Don't!

So my life this week has been wake up at 6 in the morning, bike my ass to work, be in an office all day, bike my ass home, go to Zanna Don't rehearsal, then quickly zip over to Utility Players rehearsal, come home, masturbate, and then pass out, wake up and repeat. This has left very little time for this queen to sit down and write. However, all of these wonderful things came into my life - or incidentally left my life - at the most perfect moment. Being a part of Zanna Don't is one of the greatest experiences in my life. I have never done a professional musical theatre production before and the experience thus far has been enlightening, rewarding, and one I certainly will not forget. I have never been around theatre people for any extended period of time and so did not know what to expect from the whole experience. I walked into rehearsal and was instantly welcomed and accepted by the group. I am taking the whole experience in and trying to learn as much as I can. The best part of the experience thus far is our very gay choreographer Adam - who also stars as Zanna in the production - who is supplying us with amazing moves for the show. Now, my dance background is very limited so when he looked at us and started screaming "Do a shane, I want to see those shanes NOW!"

.... I have no idea what a shane is but in true drag queenary form I faked it as best as I could. The production is the last three weekends in August and everyone should come out and see it. The show is opening the same weekend as Reno Gay Pride - which is fitting because this musical is the GAYEST musical there is ... it even beats out the Big Gay Musical. Here is the link for the facebook event for the show. I get to play the principal in the show as well as a few other small minor roles.

So I hope to write some more updates this weekend, but this queen has been tired. It has been a while since I have had to get up consistently early in the morning and my body is not adjusting too kindly to the experience. Hopefully that will change in time. Happy 4th of July weekend everyone!!!!

When the hell did April happen? It seems that the New Year just started and now I have found that April has snuck up and is currently biting me on the ass. Each passing day is constant reminder of my neglectful behavior toward my taxes. Also, each passing day brings us closer to the first show of A'DOLLed Fantasy at the Cal Neva – April 17^th at 8:00pm, 21+ $10 at the door. With the new company , I have found myself going to dance rehearsal three to four times a week. I appreciate what dancing provides me; an opportunity to escape from the biggiditiness of life sometimes & the opportunity to live out my Center Stage dreams. However, dancing this much has enlightened me to the trials and tribulations that dancers face their entire careers. My first couple of weeks dancing, everything seemed perfect, I had more energy, my plus-sized body felt toner, and I was getting a different perspective about tempo, rhythm, and aesthetics. After the third week though, every part of my body invariably become sore and PISSED OFF AT ME. Muscles that had nothing to do with dancing started to hurt and complaining to me. I was popping Aleve like they were M&Ms and started developing this incredibly sexy and amazingly awkward penguin waddle. It would take my twenty minutes to go from the parking lot to anywhere just because it hurt to walk. All of this made me have a new-found appreciation for dancers and what they do every single day of their lives. It also made me a little concerned. My mother was/is a message therapist and therefore my childhood was filled by my mother's clients who basically fucked their body up and now are spending the rest of their lives attempting to negotiate the pain of the injury and how to navigate through life with it. My mother also has the power of Catholic guilt on her side and attempted to strike the fear of God into me, by warning me and not wanting me to overdue it. Damn you Catholic mothers and your ability to turn situations around so not only are they my fault but then I am made to feel shameful because it is my fault ;)

As I am dancing more, my choreographer is throwing more advance moves my way. However, I am still untrained and am a drag queen, and what do drag queens do best – fake it and pretend like you know what you're doing. I remember when Nayte was choreographing for Adam Lambert's “For Your Entertainment” the opening number for our show at the Cal Neva, and he turns to me and goes;

“Alright Ginger, I would like you go into your side splits, and then swing around to the other side, and then do a back rollover. As you come out of the back rollover I would like you to land on your knee and kick up and out into a standing position”

EXCUSE ME, you would like me to do what? Honey baby child, this is not “So You Think You Can Dance?” so let's not try to break the drag queen host prior to the show. As my momma would always say “if it aint broke, don't fix it”.

Why do we do it then? Aside from the passion of performing, entertaining, and because there is a 7 foot tall German man telling me to do it, why do we push our bodies and spend so much time dancing. There is something so freeing yet structured at the same time about dancing. You let go of life and the inhibitions of your body but at the same time, you know the steps, you know what is to come next. There is no uncertainty or ambiguity. A choreographer tells you what to do next and you do not have to make those decisions for yourself. Sometimes, when life is fill with impossible decisions and monumentous choices, sometimes it is just nice to have someone else make the decisions for a while ;)

Hope to see everyone at the show Saturday April 17^th at the Cal Neva events room!!!!!



I am super excited to announce the premiere of A'DOLLed Fantasy Burlesque and Cabaret Company. A sister organization to A.Love.Nouveau, A'DOLLed Fantasy incorporates traditional elements of burlesque and infuses with contemporary styles of choreography - Jazz funk, hip hop, and lyrics. The show will also feature jazz lounge singers to provide a different layer to the show give audiences the feeling they are in a true cabaret show. I am still going to be the host for the event, keep audiences laughing all night, and also shamelessly flirting with all of the young attractive eligible bachelors in the audience. Make no mistake, I will most likely find my future husband in one of these shows so I need to make sure to keep my drag queen eyes open.

A'DOLLed Fantasy was created by choreographer Nayte Tavcar - voted one of the best choreographers by in the RN&R in 2009 - and features many of the girls who were formally a part of A.Love.Nouveau. We also have a new home!! We are operating out of the Cal-Neva and will have our first couple of shows there but hope to be performing in different venues at different events throughout town.

Check out the facebook fan page for the group HERE in order to stay up to date on everything that is happening.

So these past couple of weeks, it's been crazy with a lot of changes and new transitions. One of them is my move to A'DOLLed Fantasy Burlesque and Cabaret Company. Although I enjoyed my time with A.Love.Nouveau, it was time for me to move forward to new projects. Amazing choreographer god Nayte Tavcar decided to branch off from A.Love.Nouveau and form his company including many of the girls from the previous troupe and myself.

Now, I have never been to a dance class or taken a dance class ever in my life. I do not know how to point my feet, I do not know what the hell an A-ron-jeu-lon is [or really how to spell it - it is supposedly a Rond De Jambe], and apparently until last night I did not truly understand the meaning of the word pain. Dancers are epic … dancing is ridiculous, and I was physically and mentally unprepared for what is about to happen. I thought that a “strength and conditioning” course was going to include some free weights, some light callisthenics, and some aerobics. What actually occurred was a very tall very angry choreographer standing over me yelling at me to dig deeper for my center splits. I didn't know that there was 15 different ways to work my splits and stretch out those muscles.

I think I knew that things were heading toward a downward path of destruction when Nayte told all us girls to find a place along the wall. He then informed us to face then wall in center splits and push ourselves as close to the wall as possible …. ummm excuse moi …. you would like me to do the splits and then purposefully push myself up into the wall? Oh hell no. However, tall angry choreographer man had a different outlook. Should it look like we weren't trying hard enough, he threatened to come up behind us and push our butts to get a deeper stretch. In the immortal words of one miss Beyonce “You must not know about me, you must not know about me”, he was so lucky that he did not try, otherwise he would have needed to pray for his life.

So once all that crap was over, I couldn't feel my legs and I stood there wondering if I would ever have the ability to procreate. Then things just got worse. Nayte wanted us to do some squatting exercises which of course is one everyone's favorite past times. On top of my legs generally checking out for the night, I had mowed down on some In & Out prior to practice, and my body was so not mentally and physically prepared to “squat”. It took all of my strength to keep from accidentally farting during the middle of rehearsal. Now normally, I have no problem farting in public and completely owning up to it, but it was our first practice and didn't want to be “that girl”. “That Girl” that then gets blamed for any future mysterious unexplained smell that occurs during practice.

To make the night of torment truly complete, we ended our “strength & conditioning” with an ab workout. Now, nothing makes me feel more like the fat kind in middle school gym class than sit ups and ab workouts. The only workout my abs get is the giant sit up I do in the morning to wake up – and half the time I cheat & roll over my side anyways. I was pretty thankful that nobody was watching me because I am fairly certain I looked like a lost and confused whale flailing on the sand. Not necessarily a pretty sight to behold.

Thankfully I survived the practice, although I am still sprawled out in bed as I write. I am still sore and recovering from the experience and hope to God that this gets easier in time. I really love all of the girls in the company and cannot wait for our first show together.



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!