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Food Drama : May 2011
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Episode 15: My Sore, Wet, Hot, Tight, Bald Pussy…Just a Friendly Little Cat
by American
When we last found our girls, Jeanette was bemoaning the state of her hairless pubice, Trashley was convinced a little booze would fix everything, and Juanita was eating, and bitching, bitching and eating, and talkin’ up some PBS. They’d just finished some whiskey,...
Food Drama! : March 2011
On the last episode of outlook’s “Food Drama”…
A quiet meeting of Columbus Drag Queens at Buca Di Beppo was interrupted by a roving gang of angry man-bears set on destruction. Candi Panties, who walks the line between bear and Queen took her leave. The girls began to apply their war paint as the bears sharpened their claws. DJ Chuck Arida spun the hell out of some tunes, as the two groups...
Food Drama : January 2011
Food is dramatic – Life is delicious.
Episode 247: There’s No Party Like a Buca di Beppo Party
Not to get too Dickensian on your asses, but it was the best of times, it was the worst of times. It was the age of be-wigged men, it was the age of facial-haired ladies. It was the epoch of recreational alcoholism, it was the epoch of colon-cleansing for sexual purposes. We were all going directly...
Food Drama! : December 2010
Food is Dramatic, Life is Delicious
Episode 261: To Hell With Burgundy: The Return of Jean and Foxy
by Mistress Crinkle
I was exhausted, but I was finished. The presents were wrapped, my Douglas fir was perfectly positioned, I’d purchased a full gallon of ID glide, and a large pile of pot brownies sat next to an extremely tall glass of goats milk on a low table next to the Christmas tree: I was ready...
Food Drama! : December 2009
“Yosick’s, Gurllll”
As I sat in my living room admiring my Christmas tree and finishing my morning coffee, my phone rang. The Yakety Sax ringtone signaled that the caller was none other than the infamous Jean Skort, reigning Queen of Columbus drag. I considered not answering for a moment, but my good upbringing forced me to reluctantly accept the call.
“Hello” I said, sounding a little defeated.
“Caller,...
Food Drama! : January 2010
Food is Dramatic – Life is Delicious.
Episode 38: Sex, Lies and Paella
by Mad Hard Pie
It was Sunday night, and through some strange twist of fate, I found myself sitting at Barcelona with world-renowned transsexual entertainers and symbols of excellence, Pi Heya and Fay Berianham. I know, how many more drag queens are going to name themselves after Spanish cuisine? Can’t we move our pun names...
Food Drama! : September 2010
Food is Dramatic, Life is Delicous
Episode 231, Foxy Brown Ain’t Got Nothing on My Belle
by Long Feng Wei
During a summer stint working at Haiku, I had made friends with some Gaysians who came in frequently for dinner. What had started as a casual waiter-patron relationship developed into something much more. We weren’t an Asian street gang, but we were close to it. There was me, Long Feng Wei,...
Food Drama : February 2010
The Ascot of Tom Yum Guy
by Claritin D
The moment I saw his blond comb forward, seersucker pants, and magenta ascot, I knew he was the one. We met on a dark and stormy day in the Short North. His youthful, almost Hamptons-esque look caught my eye as we walked toward each other on High Street, his vibrant clothing displayed like so many peacock feathers, tempting me and inviting me to conquer him and...
Food Drama! : August 2010
Food Drama!
Food is dramatic. Life is Delicious
Episode 32: Watch out Brandi, that Jockelle is mine!
by Pam
The moment I entered the building I could feel the tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife and spread it on delicious some of Omega Artisan Bakery’s delicious bread. Conveniently, I was standing next to Omega should I decide I wanted to snack on something yeasty.
On my...
Food Drama : March 2010
food drama march 2010
episode 62: pulpers, pigs, and pride.
by Ben Wahballs
The winter chill was upon me as I pulled up to my home, parked unceremoniously, and exited my Dodge Stratus. Work had ended slightly early that day, and relishing this rare occurrence, I imagined eating pizza, popping open a bottle of Snapple, putting on a slip dress, and calling it a night. This pleasant fiction ended when...
