November 16, 2003
I remember my firs eye-shot of Eric: It was Burning Man 1998. I was competing in some drag race, when we got a drive-by dragging by a blured mass of boobs and purple hair. The hostess immediatly dismissed Miss Erica, "I'm sorry, this show is only for guys who are doing this as a kick--not for Professional Draq Queens!"
The parade of knock-out fashion only escalates from there. I rest my case.
