An Overdue Elegy for Rob “Chop” Vance
Nailed it again Ms. Cintra!!! Like a time salve on my dried out soul
This was the first note we read this morning. It is a definitive piece on who and how we were across a spectrum of mayhem. Our disparate version was done mostly in khaki drag, be-medeled and with the idea that each day ahead might contain a potent brew of travel, mischief, laughter and the beginning and end of worlds. Cintra knows it from the roots!
Out of my box, and loved it. Sweetness is large among drag queens, and the author could not have told this story any other way: not a hair. It's perfect.
Pullquote: “It was a house where the drag knob was turned up to 11 every single day — and they were farmers.” Beautiful.
The party life is fun, crazy and while Anna may have turned out okay she is the exception. Most kids growing up in such an environment find themselves battling substance abuse too.
Sounds like your friend was in the clouds AND down to earth at the same time. Despite a rather raucous lifestyle most good natured people aren’t truly evil no matter how much they party.
How God might judge each of us is up to him alone. I suspect there will be some homosexual people in heaven and some “devotees” who are unpleasantly surprised to find that love actually does cover a multitude of sins while hard judgmental hearts couldn’t be more lacking the essence of Godliness.
I love both your voices–the voice in which you write, and the voice with which you speak.
“We want to connect one to another; we cannot help ourselves. We cannot live all the days of our lives not trusting in another person. We must leap from the earth into the sky even if we fall. We must.”
-- from “The Future,” by Naomi Alderman