The Queen’s finances are still in flux, so we’ll have to stay close by this week. However have I got some wild plans for the weeks to come. Until then, we need only to head up I95 a bit to a very sweet spot: Baltimore, MD…or as the people nickname it: Charm City.
So MOST of the Queen’s posts are gay in one way or another. But this one is particularly Poofy.
Well, what a fitting category for the 100th Post. And what a fitting time to once again thank everyone who has taken a moment to read my words. When I started this in January, I had no idea what to expect. All I knew is that if I kept doing the same thing, I was going to get the same results. As one of my mentors Robert Alexander used to say: “You can’t do what you don’t know, if you keep doing what you know.” So I started doing something that I don’t know: blogging.
And now it’s time for another installment (Okay, okay this is the FIRST installment–so don’t go searching the Archives section. I just like the way “another installment” sounds.) of “Dear Fierce Black Queen.” In which I tackle the thousands and thousands of e-mails the Queen receives (Again, bold-face lie. It just makes me feel impressive.) asking for advice on all matters of importance and interest.