Don't blame me. I voted for Ann.

Gay Dollywood

I've had the pleasure of attending Ms Parton's theme park. I've done so a number of times, frankly, simply because the Hub designed lights for a couple of shows there and passes were part of the deal. It's a wacky place and comes complete with a restaurant called Aunt Granny's. It's fun. It's a piece of America. And it is a veritable shrine devoted to big boobs, fake hair and sequins.

This past weekend marked Gay Day, the same sort of event that Disney sees each year. It's a good time, by all accounts. Of course, not everyone thinks it's OK for queer folk to worship at Dolly's red laquered toes while eating fried dough. A tiny subset of the local KKK made an appearance this year, which had the opposite effect from what their head wackaloon had intended. Rather than scare people away, attendence surged.


hi there! look in your mailbox next week, you'll have some goodies from me. Hope you enjoy them. I haven't forgotten about you!

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