OK, I admit it. I love Margaret Cho. I love her rubbery face, her in-your-face, her fuck-you-if-you-don't- like-me-for-who-I-am-not-who- you-think-I-should-be persona. She rocks, she rules, she suffers no fools.
If you have a low threshold of comfort with sexual themes, she's not your kind of woman. This snippet from her Web site tells you what I mean:
The latest trend in South Korea is getting pubic hair transplants. One would think that it would be the opposite, with salons all over the West serving up specialties like the "Barely Legal," in which all hair is removed from the area, designed to replicate the genitalia of an underage girl, as statutory rape seems to be all the rage, the Playboy, which is a very clever strip of hair, like an arrow pointing down to alert you to the point of entry, plus a variety of novelty designs that can be pretty much anything you can make a stencil for, from celebration of holidays (Christmas Tree, Easter Egg, Jack-o-Lantern, Turkey) to one's own initials, various allegiances to sports teams, the @ symbol. you name it, you got it, on your pussy.
I once chose the 'Barely Legal,' not to placate the pedophiles in my life, but because I am rather on the indecisive side, and so if presented with a chart of options of pubic hair formation, I may lose many valuable hours better spent writing or fucking someone with my brand new bag. I had it done in Provincetown, MA, in the summer, where I make my makeshift seaside home, near a cabin in the woods of Truro, where my Swiss Family Robinson drag queen relatives reside, the Trappin' Trannies.