I think every outrageous performer today owes a little something to Harris Glenn Milstead, the man behind the eyebrows that was Divine.
Today would have been his 66th birthday.
I remember when he died. A friend of mine told me on our way to school, we talked about him and the movies we had seen and of course the dog crap scene.
So pour a little out for Divine this weekend, in that dirty drag bar in heaven, or wherever he is. Until then:
In other news, I am actively cultivating R’s obsession with The Gossip and Beth Ditto one youtube video at a time:
He actually called this one “so cute.” I’m gonna cram the shuffle he uses on his runs full of The Gossip and Beth Ditto as a reward.