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"I use to get D's and F's in school, but now I only get G's; for Glamour and Georgeousfullness"

--Tami DeTruth

One should never live in the past. Ponder about the future when necessary, but focus on the glorious moment at hand. That is how a glamorous person lives.

Yes, I know... it's drivel to me too, but there is a Taoist truth to it as well. No doubt, it's difficult to be glamorous while you're flipping burgers, as a fry cook at McDonalds earning the lowest wage the law will allow. But one doesn't have to work at McDonalds, do they? One could move to San Francisco and read tarot cards on the street to afford the finer things in life: a slice of pizza, a room at the local youth hostile and a cocktail at the tranny bar of your choice. That's how I lived my glamorous life for a while, that is until I met mi amour, Emile (for the naive Americans unfamiliar with Emile, he was the biggest European pop sensation of the 80's and 90's, now in exile because of several trumped-up sodomy charges in France, Spain and Belgium.) Life with Emile was a series of extensive soirees where all that life had to offer was provided en masse and one needed not to be concern with anything but the moment at hand. But I digress... back to the history of Hollywood FlashBash.

Hollywood FlashBash has its roots in San Francisco. You see, after Emile's sudden "disappearance," no matter where I arrived in Europe hoards of paparazzi would appear trying to capture whatever piece of me they could get. That's when I started living my life under the radar, being hustled from club to club and from party to party using every back door possible (and that's a lot of back doors!). However, that didn't keep me from pulling focus from everyone around me, everywhere I went (and let me tell you, when you're at a party being thrown by Dame Judi Dench, pulling focus is not advisable). My glamour became my liability. I felt the need to escape the shackles of fame, which led me back to San Francisco, where little was known of Emile and me. I had spent part of my wayward youth in San Francisco and felt like the prodigal daughter returning. It was also a chance to catch up with Luscious Elizabeth Leviticus, a long time friend and guru to the stars. Luscious introduced me to a fierce woman known only as Buttercup, a songstress, antiques dealer and "queen-pin" of the San Francisco underground. Spontaneity was Buttercup's drug of choice and one evening while on an overdose she dragged Luscious and I to the local tourist destination of Fisherman's Wharf on a whim. It changed my life! That night was the first time in years that I had been out in public and even longer since my fans were allowed to appreciate me. How liberating. The nuisance of badgering newspaper reporters hounding me for a photo and the police monitoring my every move was gone and I was left with the pure admiration of my fans. What a treat for them after all my reclusive years out of the spotlight and in the most unlikely of places. It was good for them. The media frenzy that usually surrounded me wasn't there to obstruct their admiration and it was then, at that moment, that I realized I had starved the public of my attention for far too long. And all because of my silly, little fear of media over-exposure.

Since then I've been devoted to the public in allowing them the chances to hob-nob with me and gander at my fabulousnessby visiting traditionally tourist locations without the harsh backdrop of yellow journalists and pushy tabloids. In a way it's a public service, for me to visit tourist destinations long enough to allow my public to woo over me, yet brief enough to avoid the media circus and FBI attention that I try to so hard to avoid. One such outing has repeatedly been to Hollywood Boulevard with one of my dearest friends, Anita Richman, the notorious "performance" artist from Atlanta (with wealthy clients that would rival Heidi Fleiss). Anita and I have made it a yearly rendezvous, a time when our fans can come out to see us and the Machiavellian media is unaware. The sea of camera flashes warms my heart each year as our fans and we are all living glamorously, in the moment... As it should be.

--Tami DeTruth

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