Queens anything but a drag
January 15, 2003
By Amy Brown-Bowers Ginger’s rounded bottom bulged like a Victorian bustle from the bottom of his corset. His hair fell below his navel in rusty waves. I complimented him on his curls as he swooshed by. “It’s so fucking tired here” he says. “There are no fags to hold the roof up.” He walks back […]







