If memory serves, I spent most of the '90s in camouflage jumpsuits and a babushka, running around screaming, "Die, politically incorrect stink bomb" to any cretin who veered out of my rigid set of expressive possibilities. It was so very much fun, but my mind's grip has loosened a little since then, partly out of laziness, but also because society's treatment of the gays (and other oppressed folk) has moved forward and it's no longer as big of an outrage to make a raucous little joke among... More >>>