Heavenly Round Up: Change is in the air. Change is in the weather. The change is more natural and more sweeping than we may suspect....
Robert ”Drag Gets The Best of Me” York was also at Be Bar to revel in Amanda Lepore’s nipplegate. Hearsay got a kick out of...
When you work as hard as Amanda ”Party Monster” Lepore — and by work, Hearsay of course means you’ve worked out regularly, been worked over...
It wasn’t that long ago that Hearsay trundled off to rehab — way before it was cool. Way before Jeff “Prescription is the Word” Conaway...
When it comes to writing utensils, Hearsay tends to eschew anything other than crayons. But Hearsay now wants one of these so badly….
''In his absence, he's standing up one more time and showing people the way.'' -- Thatcher Bailey, a high-school classmate and friend of Ric Weiland,...
Who will save your soul? Long before Alaskan waif Jewel yodeled the question to her audiences, George Bernard Shaw's very non-waiflike Major Barbara was issuing...
Alan Ball is the celebrated writer behind Six Feet Under and American Beauty. But for local gay director Serge Seiden of the Studio Theatre, it...
''Cross-dressing men in your daughter's locker room'' and men lurking in women's restrooms are just some of the things Citizens for a Responsible Government, a...
A complete guide to all participating restaurants as of press time, by neighborhood, including applicable meals, and what percentage of each food bill will be...
It may not be Truman Capote's legendary Black-and-White Ball of 1966, full of pop culture's who's who donning masks for the ''party of the century,''...
About 150 people gathered around the Dupont Circle fountain on Monday, Feb. 25, to light candles and sing, ''We are Gentle Angry People.'' Angry over...
Elections are not simply about which candidate will emerge the victor, but about whose narrative will prevail. Narrative here means a story that steers the...
Heavenly Round Up: This is the time to make the most of your recovered momentum. You were on your way in autumn, and then you...
It’s Oscar Sunday, yet another excuse for Hearsay to down one-too-many martinis (shaken AND stirred), and shout a string of profanities at a television. Then...