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This weekend into next week, I’m giving you the best that I gots in Southern California, boo!!
Sunday night at 7pm, I’ll be giving you 45 minutes of big booty ho songs at the Dance tent at Long Beach Lesbian & Gay Pride, Inc.
Monday 9pm I’ll be singing your face off at LaFemme OC’s newest night of entertainment brought to you by Velvet Lounge!
See you round the way, boo!
Ohhhh its been a good one, chile! I had a great show at Mary’s today, and it got me all infused with the energy of the female. Not just any female energy, but Mama Energy. This is different than the female energy that I encounter with Bachelorette parties. Most of the time, that’s girl energy. This is WOMAN energy. This is QUEEN energy. I obviously prefer this! I forget being around drag queens all the time that they’re not really women. Don’t get me wrongs, some of them LOOK like women. They can act like women, but they’re not real women. I found this out by crying in a dressing room one time. Wanna see a man in a dress turn into a DUDE? Try having having a feeling in front of them and see what happens. Love my drag queens, but women–they are not. They’re drawn to female energy like a moth to a flame, cuz female energy is creative, and creative people wanna create. Male energy is focused, which I admire greatly as well, but its Mama Day, so I’m gonna keep it female. I’m gonna let myself listen to some Joni Mitchell and watch Oprah, Maya, Iyanla, and let myself go in any direction I wants, just like my mama would do. Happy Mama Day. I hope that even if you’re not physically with your mama, that she taught you well enough how to mother yourself. Be kind, compassionate, and let it all hang out, gurl.
Here’s a tribute to my own mama;-)
And here’s a tribute to my inner goddess mama, a photo by my husband Stas Tagios. He brings the focus, I bring the creative chaos, and sometime we trade. Cuz we’z balanced like that.
Just wanted to share, y’all….I get messages from straight men and women all the time about how they like my act, but “aren’t queer or anything.” OH, lawd. My sweetest lil breeder men and women. You don’t have to BE anything other than exactly who you are to love some Ho. I just find that she resonates most deeply with people who have had to fight against some adversity in claiming who they are, and in this day and age that is predominantly the fight of our gay brothers and sisters–and women (even though we may not even realize it). But shame isn’t something that just gays and women feel…it’s just something they choose and are ALLOWED to tackle to be more fully themselves!
I didn’t always identify as a Ho–there’s a wHOle other side of my personality that some of y’all know over at WendyJoSmith.com;-) I’m still getting to know her too! But this HO thing, she is apart of me, but for awhile, it was a tuff pill to swallow. I didn’t want to claim this part of myself that is DIRTY, NASTY, LOUD, CRAZY, OVER SEXUALIZED, but once I did–I was on a path to freedom. Most women still are uncomfortable with my act, but there are more and more that come to the fold and are willing to laugh at how stupid it is that we still feel the need to choose: Virgin or Whore, when we are in fact both. WE are a million shades of grey, and I’ve found its our “dark” parts that balance the light–its called our shadow. Y’all know I love me some Oprah! Check out this article on Oprah.com, by Debbie Ford my favorite part:
I love that hanging in gay bars and watching drag shows has gone mainstream, and that more and more people are being exposed to this artform. I’m usually pretty grateful about it, except when it comes to Bachelorette Parties. I get it, these lil hen parties *can* be great for the business of the gay bar, but for those us that have to perform for you…usually…not so much.
Solution: Bachelorette Parties PLEASE Learn how to ACT RIGHT
Here’s some rules:
1. First of all, if you have opted for the “free” drag show instead of the ticket to Chippendale’s–show some respect. Dig deep into your compassion bank here. Imagine if I told you that just because someone was getting married or having a birthday in the office– that you were going to be paid HALF of what you usually get to compensate for their celebration. Say what? You wouldn’t like that shit. We don’t either. Keep in mind that this is what many of us do for a living. TIP a bitch. This will go a LONG way, I promise. If you’re just gonna stand there awkwardly gawking at our hedonistic ways, or even worse having your own damn party where you couldn’t give 2 shits, let alone ONE, about what’s going on onstage—STAY THE FUCK HOME AND put some RuPaul’s Drag Race on the TV while y’all play with an inflatable penis. Thank you.
2. Oh you getting married? Guess what? The people that are patrons of this bar–can’t get married in most states. So don’t expect for anyone in this establishment to get on your celebratory band wagon, UNLESS YOU ARE PAYING US TO. It might be your last night as a slut, but keep in mind that we in the gay bar usually celebrate slutting for life. (Yes! I’m a HO!) I think I speak for all of us when I tell you: We couldn’t give a pinched off, solid log of shit about your lifestyle choice.
3. “White girl wasted,” usually means the PITCH is gonna get high, and you gonna freak out about everyone that comes through the door to join your party. Please refrain from this shit. It’s fine if you wanna get loud, but PLEASE watch the pitch, bitch.
Take it to a straight bar, or act like a lady and have a daytime sippin party at your Mom’s.
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