ABSTRACT
“Do we have any chubby people in the house?” The audience cheer. “Do we have any chubby fuckers in the house?” With a pout and a raised eyebrow, a round, besequined, and heavily made up man on stage takes a moment to carefully dab the sweat from his forehead with the glitter slash curtain behind him. “Chubby people, find those chubby fuckers. Let’s lock the doors and we’ll turn this into one big chase! I’m all for chub rub tonight ladies and gentlemen.” (Scottee, Hamburger Queen 2013)
