Dungeons and Dragqueens — Thomas R. Filippi

The party was a disaster cried Tony. My very first party in my very first home. Gavin and Tony stood on the balcony gazing down at the steam rising from the deserted hot tub. A crowd had gathered on the deck to watch the paramedics. A lone hand emerged from the milky froth that only hours before was crystal clear blue, with two broken flaming red Lee press-on nails splayed out towards the crowd. She was so beautiful, said one person. What a horrible way to die, said another. Somewhere, a shriek emanated out of the gathering, undoubtedly a fan. She truly was an entertainer to the end, remarked Gavin. A solitary figure moved from behind the mass to a place directly beside the death tub where the paramedics worked extracting the body. Drinking in the scene through her cool eyes, Ming spoke the general consensus of the colorful partygoers, she was a bitch and a pathetic drag queen All eyes now focused on her heartless figure. Gavin whispered, couldn t once, just one time, she say something nice? Pity, Ming continued, she always had great nails.