Six months before Mercy's father fell ill, he agreed to be a part of a Reality Television show with the rest of his friends in the Clamshell Cocktail Lounge because some of the younger girls were going on the road in a grassroots effort to celebrate diversity or some shit crows Anita Hard Cock, I don't have a clue why they're doin what they do but they're doin and we're gonna be on T.V. stars, we are. Every single one of the queens had an appearance, including Mercy's father, which lead to some notoriety. When People magazine interviewed all of the Queens and gave them a nice spread in an April/March edition, Mercy's father was quoted that nothing really had changed for him or the rest of the girls in town, nothing had really changed, fame hadn't touched them unless they left town, even in the City where they worked, its an Andy Warhol uptown/downtown thing, really, Mercy's father said, she wasn't Jessica H. Christ, yet. She was some other name that did not stick. Mercy's father had more of a reputation around changing her name than actually sticking to one, and all phases of his career fell on what name and acts he was doing at the time. That's what makes me famous, I'm a ka-meel-eee-on.
The reality TV show was only 10 episodes, one season, non-renewed, but quickly a gay cult following, the Internet boosted them, the younger girls now can travel, get calls for appearances, the older ones that are funny or that are still beautiful or that can actually perform are also whisked away to islands in the middle of winter to work at festivals and gatherings of queers who love them. Mercy's father fell in the middle, not too young, not too old, gone sometimes but not in high demand.
He liked it that way. They were comfortable in their small town and he was comfortable with his life in the city.
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