There's nothing lovelier than a drop-dead gorgeous drag queen when she goes all femme fatale.

"It's time," she pauses, "for you to lip sync ..." RuPaul's otherwise-kind eyes narrow into sinister stones "for your life!"

Last week, I reported that club promoter Chaney Turner was giving up women for God.

It was April 1 - and I was just kidding.

There’s no way around it - this is going to be an upset to Oakland’s LGBTQI scene.

B. Cole created a word - an acronym, actually:

“Masculine of center (MOC) is a term that recognizes the breadth and depth of identity for lesbian/queer womyn who tilt toward the masculine side of the gender scale and includes a wide range of identities such as butch, stud, aggressive/AG, macha, dom, etc.” (sic) (B. Cole, 2008)

MOC is starting to catch on – it inherently liberates those that it describes. Before I’d heard of Cole, I heard the term she coined. As a gender fluid femme, I appreciate how “MOC” counteracts gender policing within queer communicates.

“I’ve always been MOC,” Cole told me during her interview. “I’ve always been a gentleman.”