Look what Michael Musto wrote about in this week’s Village Voice (many thanks to Daniel for sen ding me the link):

La Dolce Musto
Siegfried, Roy, and Glory Holes!
Yeah, my hot list, compared with the others, which aren’t so hot
by Michael Musto
April 8th, 2008 12:00 AM

Make way for my very own hot list, which is guaranteed to make EW’s Hot List as the hottest list that is neither hot nor a list.

First of all, the wackiest Internet show for days is East Village Radio’s DList Radio, hosted by Daniel Nardicio, the go-go-boy-crazed party promoter who was going to throw events for Hillary Clinton’s campaign until they realized he’s done sex parties. (I guess if they wanted someone who’s thrown sex parties, they could just get Bill.) The joy of the show is that it sounds like a bunch of downtown nuts and celebrity drop-ins flapping their gums without even realizing anyone’s listening (and for all I know, no one is). Recently, I guest-starred along with fierce romantic-advice-giver Robbyne Kaamil, who’s ready for prime time with her pricelessly phrased wisdoms about love and shit; retired showgirl Carlotta Wellington, who’s seen, screwed, and drunk it all; and tight-trousered Jonah Falcon, who paraded around his 20-foot dick as if the radio listeners could see it—and they probably could. (By the way, Falcon told me he’s "orally versatile" because he inventively grew up sucking his own wee-wee. Honey, I can’t even suck my own nipples.)

In between interviewing guests and spinning esoteric music and Madonna, Nardicio offered drag-queen gossip like how "I love Bianca del Rio, but she’s so evil that someone warned me: ’You have to stop supporting Bianca. Everyone hates her.’ " Now I love her even more! Then in came otherwordly singer Angel Eyedealism, who announced that her new name is Angel Eyecon—got that?—and comic Shawn Hollenbach, who said that when a doctor told him a digital prostate check would be the worst part of an exam, he vigorously disagreed (though he still wouldn’t bottom for a couple he recently three-wayed with, and as a result, he didn’t get a second date. Got that?).

One of my closest friends, Lavinia Draper, wrote me an e-mail and I just had a good chuckle:

"I was fucking my lover last night, Tom, and he said that he had his way with you at The Sands in Vegas, iIsaid, "when was that, the year one?" and he said," yes."  Carlotta, you are a old drunken whore and stay away from Tom Jones or I will kill you!!!. But, we must agree on his large penis...I love it.

Love you&miss you,
lavinia"

Some ladies are just jealous I climbed the mountain before them...

We just got a new phone line into the Las Vegas Showgirls Retirement Community for Retired Showgirls of Las Vegas Nevada.  Feel free to call me any time and if I’m not there, leave a message.

The number is (702) 953-6485.

Much love,
Carlotta