I just returned from a marvelous arctic expedition to Denver, where the temperature was hovering somewhere around absolute zero– hell on my delicate constitution– but the local drag queens swear by its benefits, claiming it keeps them cryogenically young forever. It was Rockstar Aaron who brought me out for his birthday party, and as you see, he might be anywhere from 17 to Death– who the hell can tell? And speaking of death- the mountain population of gay zombies there seems to benefit from the weather as well, as they don’t tend to rot as quickly as their tropical counterparts, and their kills stay fresh longer. So claims MARIS THE GREAT. Now, there was also a midnight screening of Party Monster at the Esquire Theater, which was delightful, I think. I can’t watch it anymore. BUT GOD BLESS EVERYONE WHO CAN! I went out drinking during the show, but came back for a 2 a.m. Q&A. I mention this only because I want to run this glamorous shot of me in front of the marquis.
– James St. James