Its raining, its Pouring

Hey Kids,

I gotta tell you that life lately has been a chore..My darling pooch Kim Fung had been battling mouth cancer and passed away last week. It has been a terrible loss for old MargOH! and MAN-ee is torn up as well. Kim Fung was more than just a plain old dog, she was colorful and smart as a whip. She could actually help old MargOH! put on her stockings or pull her to a pillow when she had a bit too much. Kim Fung also loved a bit of the drink, she loved champagne, luckily having four legs made it easier on the old girl to navigate around, she could hold her booze.

She also loved a Golden Retriever, she'd get all sassy and sly when any of those studs passed by...and even wrangled me a few flings with the owners..we were a team I guess and I'll miss her sense of adventure and whimsy. It wasn't all fun and games and Miss Fung had a temper and tore up a few of my costumes, she disliked Judy Garland and Liza minnelli music, she much preferred Jazz or something quiet.like a lovely Eartha Kitt... Her Favorite movie was "Chicken Run"...she just loved the clucking...

She was in two of my tv shows, she had great comic timing and took direction well, a real pro..Though trying to put make-up on her was a chore, she hated eye-liner but didn't shy away from a little concealer...

I loved that gal and she was my pal. I have a huge gap in my heart and mind at the moment. We haven't had the heart to move anything, her blanket still sits on the bed, her water/champers bowl still in its place, her collar and lead still waiting for a walk.

Life will never be the same, 14.5 years of love gone in an instant, Oh..but the memories...

Memories,
Like the corners of my mind
Misty water-colored memories
Of the way we were

Scattered pictures,
Of the smiles we left behind
Smiles we gave to one another
For the way we were

Can it be that it was all so simple then?
Or has time re-written every line?
If we had the chance to do it all again
Tell me, would we? could we?

Mem’ries, may be beautiful and yet
What’s too painful to remember
We simply choose to forget
So it’s the laughter
We will remember
Whenever we remember...

The way we were...
The way we were...

Coney Island Dreams

Hey Kids,

When i was a little girl my mother told me that I would one day perform at the Coney Island Freak show....of course this was meant to be a way of being mean to me. Sully always told me I was a bit hairy for a girl of my age and was on my way to being a bearded lady...

Guess what kids, I will be performing at the Coney island Freakshow and museum next week..but of course it is not as a bearded lady but as a fish goddess....It's very exciting and when I told Sully, my now aunt and ex mother she said she told me so and added in to make sure I got a waxing as not to be too hairy...what a hag.

Kids if you are in NY and want to see MargOH! strut her fish...please come to Coney Island...

XO, MargOH!

Settled in

Hey Kids,

It's been a wild time the past few weeks. First we were suppose to move to the bronx but once the landlord found out Berna was Union he turned us down. I even had my former aunt, now mother Trudie to flash him her tits but he wasn't going for it, I'm gonna get a lawyer for sure...

So we had to find a place quick and settled on a lovely flat in Brooklyn, a section called Carroll gardens. it has rooms for days and a closet for Berna, just perfect. It happens that and old friend of my ex mother, now aunt Sully's from Maine Mary Crabclaws owns the building. This is the first time in a while that sully has done me a favor the panned out....amazing. Though Sully did tell me she plans on heading back to Alaska for the summer to visit her friends at the Fishmongers retirement home. This just leaves me with Aunt Fawn and Trudie to house. Aunt Fawn just got back from her consulting gig for the Ice castles remake that I landed her and then she's returning to her job at Chelsea Piers sharpening skates.

Trudie keeps telling me that we should re-open MargOH!'s on delancy street. I don't know, running a business is so much work, especially a bar with a back room for lesbians. Though the lesbians these days are not as rough and tumble as back in the 60's it still would be a challenge.....but the nostalgia of it is keeping the idea in my thoughts. Who would have thought my former Aunt trudie, now mother, would come back into my life and bring back a flood of memories so dear and tragic.


Kisses, MargOH!

Berna's Back in town and Angie

Hey kids,

I was getting ready to go see Blithe Spirit last night and just as I was leaving Berna busted through the door with bags of smokey bacon crisps. She said she cleaned London out of them. Good for her...I guess. The house smells like a smokehouse though. When i got home Berna was on the floor in a smokey bacon crisp haze.

Any who, the show was so much fun and I went to see Angie Lansbury backstage along with Christine and Rupert afterwards. They are all so fun and Angie is just crazy, she swears like a sailor.I did a few extra roles on Murder she wrote and that's when I found out that Angie was like Fuck this and Fuck that but her favorite curse phrase is "screw you, pig fucker". She often said that while driving me home from the set, what a laugh.

last night Angie said she was a little aggravated by some old turds that were eating crackers and cheese in the front row. she said she wanted to Lupone their asses but she held her tongue because they were "oldsters". That's funny coming from her because she's 84 I think but you wouldn't know it. We ended up going for a freshener at "Molly's". Angie said, c'mon old girl lets go somewhere quiet so Molly's is always a good bet. We had 2 shots of bourbon each and a bottle of wine. I can't disclose much of our conversation because she was firing on all cylinders about everybody and not all good...but I think she said "Screw that pig fucker" 20 times.

If you have a chance go see Blithe Spirit, Angie steals the show, it's a fun show, very old school!!

XO, MargOH!

When life hands you lemons, make lemonade?

Hey Kids,

I know there is that term "when life hands you lemons, make lemonade"! What a crock of shit, maybe i'd make a lemonade and vodka but that isn't that great.

In my life I've been handed plenty of Lemon's, like the three worst parents in history, and ungrateful sister, a horrible marraige, a short lived career as a Russ Myer girl, hot sex with Neil Sedaka (twice), a tragic wardrobe mistress, the list goes on and on. I've overcome a lot of these hardships and usually come out on top or at least drunk...

In the past few months though I have felt a shift to not quite making it through all the bullshit, a bit overwhelmed or should I say underwhelmed by my life or those around it. I think it is because MargOH! is too nice. MAN-ee, my gay fiance has said this in a few different ways to me and its starting to stick. I think I've come to expect too much from the american people.

I have plenty of friends around the world that are much more respectful of what is "MargOH!" and what "MargOH!" is...


Do I have to become a raging lunatic bitch in order to get what I want here in New York? I think I may and I hate that prospect. I've always tried my best to be nice to others who are involved in my ventures or future one's and all MargoH! gets is a big kick in the ass most of the time...or even worse nothing. There is nothing worse than putting your work or yourself out there for others to judge or embrace and getting no reaction at all.

Over the years I have worked with so many wonderful people and have had lots of fun. I've danced with heads of state and even given a few of them head but never have I been treated so poorly as I have of late by people I have reached out to with a kind word.

I'm sorry but if you send a note after meeting someone and say "it was so lovely to meet you and thank you for taking the time to chat", I don't care how famous you think you are, you could reply even with a thank you, goodness.

If you send out calls for submissions for anything and you recieve submissions, the submitter would expect to hear something back whether it is a positive or negative response but not here in New York.

I guess that is too much to expect?

The one thing my first mother Sully told me that made any sense was. "If someone tells you no, don't ask why, just do it and worry about it later".

I've been told no a lot in my life but I always do it anyway.......kind of like Fuck you and have a nice day.

If more people would say Yes then MargOH! would be making them lemonade but alas they'll get lemons.

Kisses, MargOH!

RuPaul's Drag race

Hey Kids,

My mother Sully signed me up for Rupaul's Drag Race. She's always thought I was a man trapped in a woman's body...and that I wear too much make up....


Go vote for MargOH!

http://RuPaulCasting.com/people/margohchanning

Berna's a Shop lifter

Hey Kids,

I could not believe it when I got a call this morning from Susan Boyle asking me
for money to bail Berna out of a London police station for petty theft and to ship her back to the US. She can't afford the bad publicity she says...

Isn't this rich? Berna takes off on me for the new big thing and gets caught stealing
a case of face hair removal cream for Ms. Boyle...Then I'm asked to clean up the mess. I knew berna had sticky fingers over the years but honestly stealing from a pound shop is a bit sad really.

I say let her sit in the slammer for a few days, don't ya think? Susan said she thought I was terrible for paying Berna $25 a week since 1968 and because of me she is forced to steal and hung up on me.

How did I become the bad person???? I told Susan that beyond the money I give Berna she eats and drinks a lot for free. I even paid for her gastric bypass surgery....what more does a wardrobe mistress and light duster expect...look at what happened to poor Liza after paying $250k a year to a chauffer, nothing but heartache...It's not like I ask Berna to have sex too...what a revolting thought...

You know when berna gets back she is getting a pay cut...that'll teach her...

Kisses, MargOH!