I know I was supposed to be putting up a post all about my blog birthday (Happy Five to me, bitches!) but I’ve been distracted by eating nectarines, cause it’s July and you need to roll with them while you got ‘em, am I right? But finally the one I had this afternoon delivered the tender and tart deliciousness of a door knob, so I realized it’s time to move on.
So with that, let’s raise the curtain on
mrpeenee’s Fifth Anniversary Dragapalooza: Cinco or Swim!
Here’s a publicity still from latest picture, Gidget Occupies Malibu. Maybe hasn’t opened in whatever unimportant cow town you’re reading this in, but when you get the chance to buy it (not rent or pirate, you cheap bitch) I’m sure you’ll be dazzled by my work.
Clutter from the Gutter’s own Mitzi offers up (“with a shy giggle that sounds like a cascade of silver bells my entry for your jubilee, and long may you reign!”)
Petula Plenty was just a common prostitute in Piccadilly, London, before making it big as a Shirley Bassey impersonator. The streets weren’t paying enough, and the draft up her skirt brought her out in a terrible rash, and the anitbiotics weren’t working, so in 1995 she got up on the stage at The Vauxhall Tavern in London, dressed as a magician’s moll and sang her little heart out. The audience loved her.
The rest, as they say, is history. Her incredible debut album ‘Tits On Fire’ won her four Brits and countless other awards, she even knocked Madonna off the number 1 spot in several countries world wide.
Songs on the album include: Simply The Breast – by Tina Turner; Knocker Three Times – by Dawn; Mammary Mia – By Abba; Radio Bra Bra – by Queen; Always On My Tits – by Elvis plus many many more.
Petula Plenty facts: Chris Rea couldn’t afford the real Shirley Bassey for his 1996 film soundtrack La Passione so he used Petula Plenty instead.
Affectionately known as ‘Pet’ gay men worship her, believing her to have supernatural powers.
Designing Wally reveals
My drag name: Kit Encaboodle…
My song for you: Missing Persons- I Like boys:
PSsst! Boys like me, too….
Blogging Sinsation Jason, from Night is Half Gone, wants us to know
here’s my inner temptress…well, one of them: Miss Vaseline McCooter
I’m planning to bring a positive, affirming message to this contest, unlike these other trifling bitches.
And of course, I’ll be singing Shirley Brown’s classic Woman to Woman
NormaDesmond arrives late, as is appropriate for a Big Star (also cause the bitch didn’t send anything in, so I made this up for her. As I told the old thing “NORMA FUCKING DESMOND needs to be in this show.” Anyone disagree? Shut up and sit back down.)
Norma will be playing Gloria Swanson playing Norma playing a washed up silent star playing that paragon of glamour and crazy: Norma Desmond. I think I got lost somewhere in there, but so did she and at least I’m not burying a monkey in the back yard. Norma considered and discarded all the sad, sad songs from that big mess Sunset Boulevard, the Musical and instead will be selling her famous one-woman duet – Crazy by Patsy Cline, and Crazy by Gnarls Barkley, and Crazy by Seal after which mrpeenee will shoot her with a tranquilizer dart gun. It’s a big number.
Another late entry is our most beloved Muscato, rising from her hospital bed to assay her alter ego, legendary Finnish diva Mme. Watta-Setta Nakkers, with her internationally acclaimed rendition of the beloved “Flower Duet” from Lakmé, in which she plays the musical saw for the mezzo line.
As an encore, she and her trusty metal pal tackle “Nowadays” from Chicago (her tap break will take your breath away. Literally).
So good of dear Muscaato to bring a bit of elegance to this tawdry evening. She has such tone, don’t you think?
Mistress Borghese flies in with
Now honey, rest assure, us bitches will come through, it is just tough to get the damn lead out!!!! Now for my photo selection, I’ll use my own drag name the Mistress Borghese, and my own drag persona. As I tend to be quite the temptress, in one of my favorite impresontations of the fabulous Carmen Miranda. For my number I’ll do a lively rendition of the stunning and lavish performance to CHICA CHICA BOOM CHIC! I just hope I can keep all my orbs from falling out this time!
Jon (aka Dolores Delargo Towers) provides us with an interpretive art piece of his dragness
for a better look:
He continues: A “drag name” I came up with many moons ago – I would have to be Pyroclastic Flo!
And the song? Samy K feat. Diva Avari – Fucking Bitch, of course
(ed. note: Darlings, you need to go see this. it’s summin.)
I look forward to the show!!
The always elusive (I just typed that as “ewlisive,” but that was a mistake. Honest) Anonymous,too let’s us know
Yup, my inner drag queen goes beyond fierce, right through ferocious, to downright dangerous. I think the drag name would have to be Annie Muss. The song? The Rolling Stones’ “Bitch”, or maybe Sir Elton’s “The Bitch is Back.”
Ask the Cool Cookie, god love her, interrupts a transcontinental move to send us this
Here’s how I see myself on stage : Miss Gypsy Rose Lee, being coy.
And I would be fucking FABULOUS, and family friendly.
Our Bold Soul Sister, Ms FirstNations, assures us she will take the stage as “Yomama BinLoggin” and will wow whatever audience still remains with Aretha Franklin’s Respect
Our most beloved Thombeau of Planet Fabulon, the Redundant Variety Hour and points west will be pitching cleanup and sassily claims:
“Here I am as Trampe L’Oeil, international temptress. No lip-sync for moi! Basically all I do is the can-can until I become dizzy and collapse into a sweaty, drunken heap, babbling incoherently. Works every time! Of course, I rarely do drag anymore, but can often be found flouncing around the rest home, as is my way…”