willie ninja r.i.p.
 
In my black tights just throwing shade
Doing this dance that some queen made
I remember the first time I saw it,
Told my brother to put me up on it,
It wasn’t easy no 1, 2, 3
Took a long time to learn to feel free
But here I am Vogueing pretty
In some club deep in this city
Deep in Vogue, Deep in Vogue
In a world where everyone feels they need a ‘purpose’, maybe what we really need are more fierce queens with no purpose other than to be fabulous and fun and let little white boys know that saying yes I am is nowhere near as scary or difficult as some people’s lives are.
And yes, I know I appear more cut up about the death of a micro celeb I never met than of that gator wrasslin’ Aussie yesterday, but you can’t feel what you can’t feel. And Steve Irwin never opened my eyes to a world I couldn’t wait to run to.
Willie, wherever you are, keep on throwin’ shade. You go, girl!