Can we not flash Mr. Maupin, please?
The handoff
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That would be Mr. Armistead Maupin.
He read from "Michael Tolliver Lives" at my sterile suburban Powells tonight.
Funny, catty (Hates Perez Hilton! Hee!), loquacious and an engaging storyteller. But we already knew that.
I got to ask him if he had the chance to meet our new mayor yet, which he hadn't but was ever so anxious to as he had already had the pleasure of meeting the gay mayor of Paris and Berlin.
He urged everyone to marry their loved one in one way or another. Why should people be threatened by gay marriage if something is so wonderful that it makes more people want to do it?
The Pixie decided to be shy at the Moment of the Meeting, and by shy she meant: draw as much attention as possible to herself by hiding behind Mommy and saying, "I'm shy!" and then trying to climb inside Mommy's fitted shirt while she juggles the Wigglebutt and tries to tell this lovely, lovely man about raising the next generation of faghags who won't even think there's anything remarkable about being gay, bi, lesbian, trans or queer, and making her blurt out "Can we not flash Mr. Maupin, please?".
Such a sweetheart.