By Eddie Jen My roommate and I share a secret hand signal for embarrassing public moments. Like when the couple you’re having dinner with starts fighting. There’s no other way to express your discomfort at that moment — when you can’t talk, you can’t leave — you just have to

By Eddie Jen The last time I competed in a drag pageant, it was in the nineteen hundreds. The very late nineteen hundreds. And on my third try, I won the tiara. Afterward, one of the contestants stabbed me in the shoulder. OK, she pricked me. But it was intentional. That’s the