Lindsay Woods: Your mind goes to dark places under the influence of ’roids and a high temperature

By Lindsay Woods

A few weeks ago, I came down with the flu. Not a nasty cold. The flu. In between sweating profusely and hallucinating that the entire ensemble case of Ru Paul’s Drag Race were forming intermittent conga lines at the foot of the bed, my wretched state did in fact afford me a lot of time to think. Mainly due to the fact that I had the attention span of a goldfish due to the number of steroids I was at that time ingesting and was rendered incapable of reading more than a few lines of print or watching anything more taxing than reality TV.