The Daily Derenger
3/05/2002
"March into My Manhole." That's what the sign reads outside of a gay bar in Chicago called "Manhole." My friend Cyndi lives down the street from it. I saw it and laughed my ass off (bad choice of words I guess though). Just across the street is a store called "Gay Mart" where, in the window display, there are anal beads big enough to hold the next season of "Survivor" on. (To hear more from last night, please check the message board.)
3/04/2002
Say it with me V-A-G-I-N-A. VAGINA. Va-gi-na. You see I saw "The Vagina Monologues" over the weekend. Any production that has vagina in the title is worth seeing in my book. Tickets were about $50 each to hear 3 women read monologues about vaginas. They listed things from common nicknames of the vagina to common scents of it. I was even forced into shouting the infamous word "cunt." These women were advocates of "cunt" and wanted it to be reinstated as an everyday word. I have been hoping for this kind of shit to happen for years. With that said, hello to all you cunts out there.
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