Leaving the gravitational pull of the city, passing through the windmills near Livermore, your mind tends to drift.  Overwhelmed with a sense of adventure, you really appreciate yourself and your fellow travelers… or was it because some tranny train-wreck spilled poppers in the back of the van?

Marcy Playground finds county ordinances hilarious.

We came upon a rest stop in the middle of Nowhere, CA.  Startling other motorists and truckers which allowed us to have the run of the place.  Although our rest was brief we managed to get some laughs, pics and a tranny march around the toilets to mark our territory (tranny-tory).

With sunglasses on, Vajonna D'Entata enjoys a cool beverage in the heat of a Los Baños Denny's.

After traveling for another hour the stench of poppers and nail polish dissipated (this made driving very difficult) so we decided to stop and eat.  Passing Los Baños, an oasis consisting of a Wal-Mart, car dealerships, dead strip malls, Denny’s and string of fast food joints, we pulled into a sprawling parking lot, unloaded and brought drag realness to the locals.  They reacted as if they saw this shit everyday. So we acted accordingly. Nothing makes a Grand Slam with your choice of meat or Moons Over My Hammy go down quite so well as a fruit fizzy and klonopin. Delish.

Arriving at The Den in Fresno was amazing.  Belmont Avenue is strewn with hookers, tranny hookers, pimps, johns, speed addicts, winos, hoochie mamas and homophobic cops.  I felt like I was back in Detroit on McNichols and Woodward. Good times. Realness!

They run a tight ship at The Den

Cisco, Ferosha and Terry

Cisco and Terry, our gracious and generous hosts, made sure that everything went smooth, from club to afterhours to brunch the next morning. And what a booze/tranny chaser selection at the afterhours! Thank you guys!

Juanita Fajita serves up tasty tacos from her taco truck stand.

How sausage is made. Fajita's secret to fresh meat and cheese. Motel room cookin!

Charlie Horse would not be complete without Juanita Fajita’s taco truck.  Bringing fresh meats and cheeses from San Francisco, Fajita starts crockpotting early in the evening to kill any potential swine flu that may have tainted the food.  This is the way they prepare tacos in her native land of Guadalajara, Oregon.  It’s a shame most of the nacho cheese ended up on the floor of the van, then subsequently on the blacktop of the Best Western parking lot.

Van floor nacho cheese scrapings make lovely parking lot art.

Splat!

The evening at The Den continued…

Miss Nix, Anna Conda and Opalteen caught in a completely candid, unposed photo.

A local queen struts her stuff, announcing her candidacy for Fresno Empress.

The performances were stellar.  The whole gang of misfits brought it, showing Fresno and ourselves just how special and fucked up we really are…

Anna Conda eats dog biscuits. Classy.

Cupcake Cunt takes a moment to wet her whistle on stage.

Dam Dyke busts out the band faggotry.

Downey takes a sip of soda, Pop Rocks follow.

Juanita Fajita jerks off on stage. Again, classy.

Lucy Borden gives two times for Beyonce.

Marcy Playground brings it during her minute.

Miss Nix shakes her tamborine.

We cleaned up, packed up and got kicked out of The Den at closing time.  But I was able to get a quick shot of some local gay culture…

This bar art baffled even the most experienced of San Franciscan tastes.

After the show we all piled into our vehicles and caravaned to Cisco and Terry’s place for a wonderful afterparty filled with liquor and tranny chasers…

Frieda Laye wows a young Fresno chaser.

It's 5am and Brett's wearing a little red hat. It must be time to leave.

The trip was amazing and eye-opening.  We saw tranny chaser realness, and found fans in the valley.  We found ourselves to be fonts of inspiration for those of the ‘No.  Looking forward to coming back in October, don’t forget to bring poppers.