Cassie Nova • 01-26-24
Looking back, paving the way forward Hello beautiful people. This is my second attempt this morning to write my column. I just spent the past hour writing about something that has been on my mind lately.
It was, to be honest, actually really good, but I deleted the entire thing. On purpose. I am gonna need a few people to die before I can tell that story in an honest and open way.
So instead, I thought I would titillate you with a story of drag in the olden daysway back when I was a twink, even before the use of the word “twink.” Back then young guys were called “chicken,” and the older guys that stalked the young guys were called “chicken hawks.” Now it’s all “twunks” and “zaddies,” and I am always confused.
Anywho, when I was just a young warthog — I mean, chicken — I was the head of a gay and lesbian youth group. Most of us were too young to get into any of the clubs.
