Naked Girls Reading

Reading ˈriːdɪŋ/
an occasion at which pieces of literature are read to an audience.
a particular interpretation of a text or situation.

Gag Collective

Last night I attended the launch of the Gag Collective. And it was ace.

I haven’t seen drag of this calibre in Wellington since Kneel Halt’s avant avant-garde in the late 1990s.

And what was more surprising to me was a new scene forming around the performers.

Cuba St has changed since the 1990s, when it was full of hippies, alternatives, and unemployed teenagers who had escaped small town New Zealand (that last one was me).


Word count: 14725

You know what I'm going to do?

Make a graph of my word count.

I did (re)search on book lengths, and it seems that 80,000 words is a good length for a memoir.

Fond love and kisses
LaQuisha St Redfern

Writing Three Times

Word count: 13735

I'm still writing, writing, writing.

Fond love and kisses
LaQuisha St Redfern


Word count: 12140

I managed to squeeze out 300 words yesterday. I seem to be in the midst of some kind of confidence crisis. When I started out on this writing I was filled with confidence that my life would be fascinating and hilarious. Somewhere along the way doubt crept in.

If I'm very honest, Christmas has been nagging at me a little bit too.

Last Christmas was a difficult time, and in a funny way set the stage for me baring my soul in a book. Not that I've been published yet mind, so how about: it set the stage for me writing a book.

Writing writing

Word count: 11995

The observant amongst you will notice that the word count has not ticked over for several days now. It seems like a needed a little break. And a little break I had.

While I was having my little break I went and got a coffee and sat down with the little note book that lives in my hand bag, you know, so I can write ideas down as they come to me.

And in the little note book I sketched out the points that I want to hit as I write.


Word count: 11995

It's 4:30am and I'm awake.

A similar thing happened yesterday morning, and I fought it, I tossed and turned until my bed sheets became knotted balls of wide awake. Looking back on it I regretted not getting up and writing. It seems that the wee small hours suit me. Don't worry, I'm as surprised by this as you are.

So just now, when I awoke, much too early, I padded into the kitchen, made myself a coffee and here we are.

Fond love and kisses
LaQuisha St Redfern


Word count: 11176

Good morning,

It's been a couple of days since I put pen to paper, or in my case, put my fingers on the keyboard. I had a gig on Sunday doing some red-carpet interviews with my sister Stephii who is other most interesting Drag performer in Wellington.

So, now I write...

See you tomorrow.

Fond love and kisses
LaQuisha St Redfern

She's back

Word count: 7936

Good morning,

Looking at that word count, and it's not all about word count, but looking at it; I was really sure I was a whole lot closer to 10,000.

I had another day off writing yesterday. I hit some painful stuff while writing and (in capital letters) I was having a stressful time with my day job. The guilty there know who they are and that's all I need to say about it.

The Makeup of a Little Boy

I've read enough gay autobiographies to know I'm not the first poofter in the history of the 20th century to become enraptured with goddesses of the silver screen. Or in my case, the phosphorous cathode ray tube. And again, all that cash I dropped on therapy doesn't really give any answers.