OH HAI RGP I’M GLAD YR BACK. I SEE GUITAR PRACTICE IS GOING WELL.
My pinkies are crooked. It’s a thing that runs in my family. I try to use this as an excuse as to why I can’t use my pinky when I’m playing guitar. It bends inward, so I just can’t move it to the next fret, sorry. I guess my career as a guitar virtuoso has run its course.
We also hung out with Ari at the zinefest! She gave us a scenic tour of Amherst. We played Cultural Appropriation Bingo while examining the celebration of a local holiday known as ExtravaGANJA. It’s safe to say that it’s the most dreaded holiday. (Pictured: Rachel, yours truly, Ari and Kim)

Spotted at Columbia University: a photo of my back, particularly the awesome shirt Claire made me which says “SILENCE IS NOT AN OPTION”
I’m so excited about this party on Friday, that I did some feminist un-makeupping (aside from my exaggerated Cuban eyebrows) and brought back my sk8r boi look. It’s been a minute since I’ve done drag; my last personality was “Sick Jagger,” 1970s macho man with a creeper ‘stache. Next I gotta pick a song to lip-sync/skate to.










