Dancing queens, lapsed Catholics, and the park-going public all have reason to titter with delight this Easter as we commemorate the you-know-what of you-know-who in the presence of two hundred or so drag nuns wearing Kabuki makeup. It’s the thirty-first anniversary of those local darlings the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence -- powder-faced postulants hell-bent on promulgating universal joy and expiating stigmatic guilt, FYI -- and the annually ensuing pandemonium is upon us. This time... More >>>