Taking a little break. On my way home finally. I am really excited about doing laundry. My whole bag smells like a clump of seaweed that you would really avoid stepping in on the beach. Like with dead jellyfish and garbage all in it.

A few words about ‘trannychasing.’ I am not a trannychaser. Ok, actually I am a trannychaser. No I am not. I am a trannycatcher!

Just kidding!

I don’t mean to sexually objectify trangendered people, I am just glad FTMs are becoming more visible within the queer community at large. I think that the ‘t’ in LGBT gets left out too much, and so I love to see that there are great changes underway. I love to talk about gender. I love people who define their own gender instead of letting biology and society define it for them. You are brave and amazing and inspiring and I want to hear your stories and know your heart. I love to talk about pronouns. I love the discourse and the passionate politics. I love female masculinity and butch women, for I am a true femme through and through, even though I may not always wear high heels, and I can’t resist you and couldn’t even if I tried.

Sometimes things get taken way out of context, especially when you are a comedian, and I will try to be more careful about it. I don’t want to be misunderstood and I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings. When you see me, come over and hold my hands and look into my eyes and know my love is real.

My feets is hurtin…I have some wide ass feet. They are beautiful, with a graceful arch of instep and a dramatically deep sole, and dainty also, because I wear but a mere sliver of a size 7, but my feet are W-I-D-E and shit and so they are somewhat Fred Flintstoney, with the width holding all of my weight steady. I could start a car with these wide feet. I could drive down to my local brontosaurus rib restaurant and order a rack of them and have my whole car tip to the side. Girl. I got some wide ass feet. And then, with the wide feet that I have and the insanely uncomfortable shoes I wear sometimes, you know I got corns. Oh my corns on my wide feet, which hurt more or less depending on the weather! I can’t wear a narrow shoe, but I can tell you when it is going to rain.

We are now in Houston, and playing to these big Texan crowds have been amazing. They are loving us, and the line to meet and greet The Dresden Dolls snaked all around the entire venue. They are very loved in the Lone Star State. It is funny because we imagine that Texas is conservative, but so far I haven’t seen much redness or redneckism. Just lots of gorgeous people having fun!

I have been working so hard, on my feet so many hours a day, running back and forth hosting this huge show and shooting footage in between for The Cliks and The Dresden Dolls that my clogs died. Look at the chip in the heel! It is fucking wood and shit and it is chipping! I got new clogs. And now my old clogs are in the garbage.