In New Orleans, walking to the bar on Sunday afternoon, we discovered her, directing traffic at a busy intersection with a whip, cigarette, and attitude. If you squint, you can see her tips tucked into her garter. I loved her–I think this is my favorite photo from the weekend. Here’s today’s poem, inspired by her.
Absolutely – RIGHT ON!!! I love it and wish I had the chutzpah to do some of the things I think of (once in a while). What fun that would be. 🙂
Me, too, Helen, me, too! Thanks!
Cary and I stood on the balcony of Oz for probably 45 minutes watching her Sunday night after the drag show. She was awesome. Unfortunately I didn’t have my camera with me.
Now you have a photo of her to look at whenever you want to remember. =)
I wish I had the guts to wear what I wanted.
I had a great Aunt Jo who scandalized the family by walking to town barefooted (simpler times). I think of her every time I wear my house shoes to the drug story and grocery store in the middle of the night.
Really, who’s it hurt? Go for it!
One way, indeed! Her way or no way, I’m sure.
Get out of my brain.
Ah, Miss Ashley. She rocks. When we’re out there doing condom distribution she ORDERS people over to our table.
Now I like her even more. Thanks!