Some hours ago I noted the time in relation to a specific event and told myself, “Well, I’m not getting any more work done.”
That wasn’t exactly true, but close enough.
Also, blogging at this valence isn’t really work.
Nonetheless, as midnight creeps nigh, I’m actually surprised I’ve typed these several sentences without being interrupted.
So I really have lost the plot of whatever I was going to say about Sasha Velour’s “8 Queens”.
Sorry about that. Something about coincidence and nexus. And fun. And learning.
Really, I had about fifteen minutes in which I managed a brief discussion, checked a social media alert tone that wrecked the playback of Madness’ self-titled 1983 Lp, clicked the link, and delighted in the moment.
Ruminating on eight drag queens waxing philosophical on gender and identity is a fine way to wander dreamlike through the distractions. Give it a whirl, sometime.
(h/t to Matt Bors; thank ye, sir.)
Velour, Sasha. “8 Queens”. The Nib. 24 February 2015.