For the Love of Ru...and Cupcakes

Many reality TV seasons ago, there came upon our TVs a magical and wondrous program.  One that taught us to be feeeeeierce, and to love ourselves, hunty, and to throw shade.  That slice o'deliciousness? RuPaul's Drag Race, where sweet, innocent drag queens compete to become America's Next Drag Superstar.  And, of course, they're not there to make friends.  One part "Project Runway", one part "America's Next Top Model", all parts amazing - it's been my guilty pleasure.  

Now, we gather together for bi-weekly Ru-athons, catching up on the episodes, eating cupcakes, and reveling in the ridiculous comments that come out of the mouths of the contestants and judges.  

For example, on a recent episode, a man old enough to be my great grandpa uttered a line that would fit just as well in a porno as it did on the Ru-runway:  "From the crotch down, she's a star". Why are you staring at her crotch, old man?  And is her facepaint really that hideous???

So, thank you, RuPaul, for teaching me that I can be a thick and juicy, yet fishy, queen, and that it's important to tell the T.

Now, excuse me...I'm going to enjoy this cupcake as I watch the next episode, and then invite some friends over for a kiki.