Watching Ru Paul

I love Ru Paul.

I have loved Ru Paul for years.

Brilliant, articulate,

spectacular,

no fucks given,

funny,

kind,

no corners cut,

Ru Paul.

But, I’m a Cheerleader, is a film I adore, you haven’t seen it?? Run don’t walk, find it, watch it, laugh your ass off, and cry

I haven’t really watched,

Ru Paul’s Drag Race,

American competitiveness,

is something that,

puts me off,

must be a Canadian thing.

But, recently in this dreary,

rainy, grey,

month,

that is November,

I have been watching,

frankly,

binge watching,

Ru Paul’s Drag Race UK,

and loving it!

Can I get an A-Men up here?

These queens were funny,

self-deprecating,

so talented,

every week,

they reinvent themselves,

and that is,

magic.

Because as Queen Ru would say:

Watching Ru Paul,

has reminded me to,

Do me,

that,

and that :

We need to stop,

worrying what others think,

fact is,

most people,

are much more interested,

in,

themselves,

than anyone else.

As an imperfect person,

I have made mistakes,

quite a few.

But, in the last 6 months,

I have made the choice,

to be happy,

to stop looking back,

I don’t need to, I remember

I made choices,

mostly considered,

that sometimes,

I have fucked up,

that sometimes,

I have hurt people,

and for that,

I am sorry,

but, on the whole,

I try hard,

I love,

I laugh,

I aim for kind,

always.

Ru Paul has reminded me of that,

quite the philosopher,

Mr Charles.

Be well you all.

Later girls,

BB

By Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my mid early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream

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