Thursday, June 9, 2011
Abby Travis has approached me about collaborating. Abby is a fabulously glamorous rock star who sings like a drunken angel and looks like a million goddamn bucks in a showgirl costume. For about a decade she's been one of my major heroes/crush objects (when you're a tranny, these things get complicated) and just getting an email from her at all got me all goofy. That she's actually interested in possibly collaborating with me is just a little too awesome, it's like one of those super cool things that happens in a dream and then you wake up and realize that you're late for work and today you gotta degrease the fryer or some shit.
It could all come to nothing. I mean, maybe she'll change her mind, or maybe we won't come up with any good ideas, or she could get creeped out by my excessive fangirl fawning, or whatever. But I feel like I just got a birthday card from Elvis or something, and if this is far as it goes, I'm cool with it.
I never, ever squee. I'm just not the type. But: Squee!