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Hello gaybies!

It is time for this week's Drag Race recap, and here's the line-up:

As always we have the inimitable Claudette Murphree, and our special guests this week are film wrangler PJ Raval, drag-mangler Paul Soileau, and Lezbo entangler Felice Trirogoff. Here are the comments from our own Interior Illusions Lounge...

Paul: This is my first experience with the electrical phenomena of RuPaul’s face being lit by the light of Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior during her Drag Race TV spectacular. A clubhouse cornucopia of Vaseline, faux silk, and small town trash celebrity… Drag Race is stunning, and my eyes are still burning. Burning from tears of sorrow for not being able to witness Tammy Brown (my future husband) in any more episodes, and tears of joy for seeing that skank, Akasha, fall to the trash bin of recycled drag. I would die for Nina Flowers, and I’m on board for her, forever.

PJ: This week was all about the redemption of the Vegas show girl gone wrong, packages showing, the reminder that Nina Flowers still rocks and scares me a little, realizing Ongina kind of looks like my mother, and finally giving Bebe her props. I can barely handle Bebe’s final drag lion mane &ndash it defied the laws of physics. Oh yeah, and glad they finally got rid of Akashia, her tired lip synching could only last so long… and even then it’s two episodes overdue.

Claudette: Still in love with Miss Flowers. She’s the cat’s meow by night, and by day the Latin tattooed heat is got me MEOWing. Very happy Kashia, or whatever her breakfast bar name is, is asked to leave… Big Ego Be Gone. Think it’s fitting Tori Spelling, a drag queen in her own right, was a judge. And sympathize that her husband would go on with painted toes and work some heels in a drag walkoff… my kind of alleged straight.

Felice: Listen Ongina, I will be your wig keeper, fluffer, whatever you need to WIN. THIS. SHIT. I adore that you brought Connie Chung back into the fold. And that Barbie doll on your head. Done. I love it. I’m totally on Team Ongina.

Andy: What a week! The Akash-zilla is gone and I’m glad they didn’t do the keep-the-troublemakers-around-because-they’re-good-TV thing. I mean, COME ON, she had to lip sync for the third time! But my undying love goes to Nina Flowers, just turn it on and BLOW! Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Tori Spelling I haven’t seen since I watched Trick (last night) and her husband Dean, well, I haven’t seen him since, um, last night? Eep! Dear Dean, don’t sue… or it’ll all come out. Props to Dean!