Once upon a time there was a little unicorn named Ken. Ken did not fit in with the other white horses with points on their heads, AT ALL. While the other unicorns put on heirs, and just floated around all day sharing fountain sodas, gossip magazines, and STDs, Ken was mostly just interested in wearing his hot pink boa around and practicing french kissing on his hoove (he was a bit of a romantic). Then one day I had the joy of meeting Ken, at a rather divey little hotspot called ‘Savers’. We flirted and eventually I tricked him into coming back with me to Grandma’s house, where I’ve held him captive ever since.
Ken now goes by Mangenta and you can see her preforming Tuesday afternoons at Gay 90’s.