Honey, Honey, Miss Thang

i grew up in a small southern town that was fantastically inhabited by what seemed an inordinate number of flamboyant black drag queens. as a child i marveled at their screaming visibility, and always kept one eye peeled for a glimpse of a sashaying stormy or randy ball or any of the other girls, now long dead. as a grown woman (gay, incidentally) living in a much larger, but still southern city, i remain fascinated by the miss thangs that i encounter in clubs and on street corners. this book is a raw and unflinching peek into the lives of five ordinarily extraordinary queens, who live their scarred and often dismaying lives with an amazing lack of self-pity and an equally amazing joie de vivre. i recommend!