Take a big-boned man-lady who has run around in high heels for over 20 years, add the fact that her mother drank like a fish and smoked like a chimney while pregnant with her, make it all take place right here in America instead of Canada and what do you get? A world-famous drag superstar with two hips that are crumbling like a sandcastle during high tide. NEWS FLASH: There’s no such thing as a Drag Queen union, and as a result, I have no medical insurance. After years of excruciating pain it’s finally time for the DOUBLE hip replacement. Many years ago I was told that my right hip was “bone-on-bone” (no, that’s NOT the latest Chi Chi LaRue DVD!) and the left was almost as bad. But I didn’t have the money, the time or the courage to have the surgery and continued to dance like a monkey and sing like a bird, despite the pain. But the time has come when I can barely walk and this must happen NOW. My surgery is scheduled for Tuesday, March 12th. I am terrified, but this must be done. I realize that this is NOT LIFE-THREATENING, but it has and continues to greatly affect and diminish my QUALITY OF LIFE. So, if I have ever given you a chuckle or made you crack a smile, please slip a little something into the brandy snifter here on mama’s piano. (Okay, stop looking for a piano, that was merely a creative way of begging you to please give!) Every little bit helps. Am I embarrassed? Of course. Will I let that stop me? Never. Thank you so much and please feel free to share this!

(VIA)