Geraldine cracks me up. A more sincere, caring, and talented person you could never meet; every day we laugh at the silly things that pass in front of us every day. Both of us can cut an outfit without using a pattern; it's one of those things like riding a bike that you never loose. She makes the most wondrous outfits every week and Mr. Astor and I went to the Cuban restaurant, Yuca, on Saturday night to watch her perform with Queen Cabaret to a straight audience. They didn't scream, but they stood and clapped.

Like all of us, Geraldine doesn't miss the opportunity to use her "position of power" for benefit.

I often think that it would be best to leave this crazy-ass world I exist in and improve my gardening. I also know that, once you are sucked into the crazy-ass world, you can never easily climb out. Maybe with therapy or some other type of help... Yet, Mr. Astor tells me to "shush" and enjoy the show; I think that's what everyone has always told me (and photograph it along the way). It is The great Drag Quagmire.