M.D. = MAD DIVA: Scream Queens Season 2 PROMO



It’s finally happening Idiot Hookers! Season 2 of Scream Queens began principal photography early last week and already we have glimpses of what is sure to be a fantastic season. Along with season one survivors we have a couple fresh faces along for the mystery this time around. Joining vets Emma Roberts, Lea MicheleAbigail BreslinKeke PalmerBillie Lourd & Jamie Lee Curtis will be Taylor Lautner & John Stamos. Colton (Baby daddy) Haynes is also set to appear sometime this season. 

As we now know this season takes place at a hospital now run by Dean Munch, according to the creators we should expect a darker tone as well as a lot more humor. This makes me VERY happy. One thing lacking from last season were any actual screams. I’m hoping for a spike in the scares department this time around.

Check out this season very first Promo below, as well as some fun BTS photos from the set!



Scream Queens Season 2 premiers this September on FOX 







Gay for PAY.


As you can see I’m practicing with click bate. Despite what the title implies this post has nothing to do with SEX;)

Greetings every (one) of you! Haven’t posted anything in a bit because I’ve been SO busy being a bum and doing nothing creative on my free time. Also I’ve been trying to rack up more hours at work so that’s been pretty draining.

Why am I killing myself with an over load of work you ask? Someone as adorable and brilliant as me shouldn’t have to work so much right? Sadly even I suffer from the same debilitating disease that you have known as BILLS.

Which leads me to today’s topic. MONEY.

Money is fucking awful and also completely necessary in order to survive. Whoever said money doesn’t buy happiness was fucking liar. And it always seems like there’s just never enough. And something that really has been stressing me out even more so than bills is what other queens think or feel about MY money.

I’m finding out that there is a huge stigma regarding how much money you have. I’ve noticed people that I’m coming into contact with in my community are super ass hats when it comes to your bank account. If your broke your a loser. And that’s that.

Doesn’t seem to matter WHY your broke. Just the fact that you don’t have a ton of money to throw at alcohol on Friday night means your a total loser.

If you know me personally then you know that I tend to always be broke or at least trying to stick to a budget and not wanting to just randomly spend. And certain people have made it known how annoying they think that is. I’ve had the phrase “Get your shit together” said to me a ton of times.

Well this ones for you jack hole.

The reason I’m broke all the time is BECAUSE I’m getting my shit together. Guess what? Health care is fucking expensive, you know what else? so are bills and food and general living costs that help keep me off the street. Not all of us feel totally fine by letting some saggy old nut sack pay for everything for me.

Side Note: Having a sugar daddy does not mean you have your shit together. I only mention this because Ive had one of these sugar baby sluts call me out on being broke before.

I take GREAT pride in being able to support myself. I don’t make millions at my glamorous job and for now as long as i can keep a roof over my head and some hot pockets in the freezer I’m happy with that.

Yeah I don’t always have the money for a fun night out but it doesn’t mean I’m a loser. I work really fucking hard to be able to have what I do. And just because you may make a ton of money at this point in your life, doesn’t mean that everyone has gotten there just yet. So calm your tits and Netflix n chill with me instead. Jk because i also don’t have a TV right now. A microwave is my next house hold purchase. You know. For the hot pockets.

In closing don’t be a fucking prick if your friend can’t go to that huge block party because his rent is due the same day. It honestly feels so awful knowing how hard you’ve worked for what you have just to have someone come along and shame you for not having more.

One day when my sex tapes leak or I invent a new type of super weapon I’ll be rolling in the Benjamin’s. But for now I’m fine with rolling around with some guy named Benjamin in bed instead, And knowing that I don’t have to worry about my phone being shut off or what I’m going to eat tomorrow.

Good day:)




Bitch-troverted. An Introverts Tale


So I run into this issue a lot in my fast paced and glamorous life. Why am I such a bitch? Well one explination I can give is that I’m just simply a bitch for the sake of being a bitch and I’m sure most people who meet me would have this first impression. True it takes awhile before someone actually see’s the REAL me (Que slow piano music) and I’m just gonna throw out some reasons as to why I am the way I am.

Realize that none of this is based on scientific fact and I didnt do any kindof research   (I’m American) so everything I’m saying here is based on my own opinion and feelings.

To start I was picked on like crazy all through elementary school to the point of almost being seriously harmed. So by the time I got to highschool I had already developed an outer shell. You see I’m a total INTROVERT. I’m naturally shy and It’s not easy for me to be out spoken or quickly jump into conversations. I usually just sit back and listen when I can. I spend a lot of my time alone on purpose.

I know what your thinking – You? Someone so stylish and witty an introvert? MADNESS! But it’s true.

So because I was always super small physically compared to most of the people I was around in school I usually couldnt really defend myself in a fight. HOWEVER what I realized Is that I didnt have to if I destroyed my bullies confidence with WORDS beforehand. And thats exactly what I did. I became a wizard at finding the one comment or phrase that would rip their hearts out, embarrass or shame them. I was NEVER picked on in highchool afterwards. And here is where the Bitch in me began to blossom.

Back to the introvert thing. As i left school and started out in the real world I reverted back to my usual introverted style, MOST people after highschool get over their bullying phase so I really didnt need to defend myself in anyway. However not long after highschool I discovered a whole new set of troubles for a nerdy introvert. People dont like hanging out with other people who are quiet. It’s just natural. People in general are social beings and being such they like to laugh and talk to exuberance about nothing in particular. It’s all good as long as you participate. I dont like to participate.

This is a MAJOR issue for me still as an adult which is why the Bitch in me had to be resserected.

As an Introvert and I feel like i can safley say most intoverts feel the same way. It is so fucking annoying when your hanging out with a bunch of friends, seemngly have a great time when someone says “Your so quiet. Is Something wrong?” There Is always some jack ass who is too observant for his own good. As soon as this happens it’s pretty much game over because everyone else in the group starts to notice and it becomes a THING.

“Whats wrong with him? why isnt he talking? such a snob, whyd he even come? Total BITCH”

I can’t exaplin why I feel too shy sometimes to do anything other than observe BUT almost %100 of the time I am enjoying myself and mean no harm. But because people can’t seem to understand this or just find it annoying I now have no other choice but to retaliate with firey bitchiness. I’ve tried explaining myself to tons of people but either it comes off as an excuse or they just plain dont buy it.

So now this is typically what you can expect. To stop the constant “Whats wrong?” quetions I wear a stone cold don’t fucking talk to me cuz I’m totally better than you BITCH FACE. No one questions that. And instead of people thinking somethings wrong or sad about me now they just stay out of my way.

If that doesnt work and some queen thinks he’s found a damaged fixer upper who he can rescue I impliment that sharp tongue I picked up in highschool. “Whats wron- THATS FINNY I WAS ABOUT TO ASK YOU THE SAME THING” is typically how those conversations begin. And end.

It may seem like I’m blaming the world for my issues (I’m American) but I really do think my suroundings had SOME part in shaping my personality today. I can be super fun, I’ve learned to give a little and push my self to be less quiet and more outgoing. I’m not really that much of a bitch at heart. Just certain factors in my life have allowed that part of me to flourish. I blame the media. There i go again.

So If your hangin out with someone and notice you are doing most of the talking. BEFORE you assume the person you are with is a bitch, dumb, empty headed. Consider first maybe they are just a little introverted. And if you want to hang with us your gonna have to get used to the way we are.

Or face the chances that the person your with is ME and that if you continue to comment on my participation I will most likely reward you with a mouth full of READINGS that MAY or MAY not make you reconsider your choices in life. Or at the very least send you home crying.

Other than that I’m a totally chill guy;) Unless I’ve had a few shots of fire ball and then yeah I’m a total bitch.

Quarter – life Crisis. #1


12592690_10153378311026475_7647328140886195273_nSO something happened to me a few weeks ago which sparked the idea for this post and also kept me awake at night for several days…….

I was entertaining a cute young gentleman at Castro Manor – as I do from time to time – except this guy was just a TAD younger than what I usual go for. Now almost immediately after we began to converse I remembered why I typically go for guys my age or older (Daddy issues) It was like talking to a tickle me Elmo doll that’s been kept in the attic for over a decade and has finally got the chance to spill the beans on his time locked away. BUT he was cute and I was willing to stick it out till the…end.


The guy turns to me and asks how old I am….

OK first off I don’t know about you but I tend to want to know these types of things BEFORE I meet someone for the first time. And I did. I was a little surprised he hadn’t already known my age before coming over. Now when I’m asked about my age I like to be a little bitch and make the person guess. This guy guessed that I was his age (20) and I promptly laughed in his face and corrected him. I’m currently 26.

I might as well have taken out a bloody sickle and raised it over my head to strike by the reaction on this twinks face. He couldn’t believe it. It was as if I transformed into a completely different person in front of  his eyes. For the next hour he kept bringing the convo back to my age. So finally I tell this ageist that I have to take my teeth out and go to bed. I practically pushed him out the door.

SO I guess the new 35 is 26. I spent the next week staring in the mirror and wondering where it all went wrong. Am I old? does it really matter that much? It would seem I crossed the thresh hold from turning down guys because of their age, to being the one turned down (technically i was never turned down- just annoyed. Lets be clear I still got it) How tragic.

Now I’m just being dramatic here but in all seriousness it really did have an effect on me. I’ve never really thought about my age or how others would perceive it, and to be real for a sec twenty-six is NOT old. But it did mean I was OLDER. And that’s the part that was freaking me out. I AM OLDER. Suddenly saving money to buy that sweet new game has turned into saving money so i can have food and electricity. Its fucking scary as hell. I have grey hairs growing in more frequently and being at home with a good book and a glass of wine sounds so much better than a night on the dance floor. For awhile now I’ve been feeling I dunno…less cool.

But the more I think about it and the more I talk to others with similar feelings I’m realizing that I’m just growing up. Being “cool” doesn’t matter anymore. Having a job, my own place and being able to support myself. THAT’S what matters. Growing as a person and human being THAT’S cool. I think it’s pretty common these days to have a quarter life crisis. Especially when young, rich, successful celebs are shoved in our faces every day as If it were or should be the norm. I’m here to tell you its NOT.

So in closing. Yes you may no longer be 21 and those bags under your eyes are just gonna keep getting darker BUT you have money, a roof over your head and your doing it all on your own. The next time your at home doing laundry and watching Netflix on a Saturday night, and you start scrolling through Instagram: seeing all the hot young-ins wiggling around on the dance floor. Don’t feel like your missing out. You’ve been there done that. Remember that come Sunday morning everyone in those pics are going to be waking up to a nasty headache and probably a few barfs as well. Plus anyone who’s anyone knows that SUNDAY BRUNCH with friends (who you can actually hear speaking to you) and a mimosa is what’s totally IN right now anyway;)

That’s enough personal BULL. We will continue with our regular programming…for now.



Source: My mind.