Editor in Chief ’s Letter
’ll take any glimmer of hope going during lockdown. (Although, by the time you read this, we may well be back into a tier system in England… DM me when you hear either way, would you, I’m busy baking banana bread.)
Queerdom and the growing army of Friends of the Friends of Dorothy who seek pleasure beyond the mundanity of COVID-restricted life have found solace every Thursday and Saturday in Drag Race, which is the only way I’ve managed to navigate my sanity during Lockdown Vol. 3. (Which, by the by, is the best of the worst greatest hits from Lockdown Vol. 1 and Vol. 2 combined into a single collection that nobody wanted.)