If I Hadn’t Burnt That Lampshade…
A dark theatre, mid play. Lights up on a cemetery in upstate New York. A young drag queen, Bitchina, enters studying a slip of paper. He finds the spot he’s been looking for. He speaks. “Oh, there you are. Hi, Mom. It’s Bitchi—William. Billy. I know I don’t look like myself. In fact, I think this is the worst I’ve ever looked. Or felt. Well almost. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to come back. I would’ve brought you […]
