Though she's a little bit irritated that they gave the wrong time for next week's reading at KGB Bar in the East Village. I told her, "Stella, look, I'm really happy to have been written up, you know? Thrilled! I don't have a publicist! I'm doing all this shit myself."
And she was all, "yeah, but you sent those queens the official flyer for the book launch and it said what time the thing started. Can't they read?"
And I was all like, "Stella, you know gays see what they wanna see. They obviously have plans for 7pm Tuesday and would rather I start at 7:30."
And she flicked her hair and said "You fags are exhausting."
