In the heart of Commercial Drive, Banana Delvey and Miss October were on a quest. They weren’t looking for just any space—they needed a haven for drag queens, a place where their fabulousness could flourish without judgment. After searching high and low, they found themselves at the gates of a grand old castle, guarded by a group of big, strong army guys.

Now, these army boys weren’t like the gruff soldiers you might expect. No, they were as warm and welcoming as a group of fuzzy puppies. From the moment they laid eyes on Banana Delvey’s glittering gown and Miss October’s fierce heels, they were smitten. They took to the queens like dwarves to Snow White, gathering around them with admiration and excitement.

“Why, darlings, you’ve found your home,” one of the army captains declared with a grin, his muscles rippling under his uniform as he held the castle door wide open.

And just like that, the queens were ushered inside, where they met the army wives—fierce women who knew how to pour the best (and cheapest) drinks in town. These ladies became the queens’ best drinking buddies, their laughter echoing through the castle halls as they shared stories over rounds of perfectly mixed cocktails.

The castle itself was a dream come true. There was a grand ballroom where Banana Delvey and Miss October twirled and sashayed, their heels clicking on the polished floor. The dining hall was a feast for the eyes, with long tables laid out for banquets that promised endless merriment. But the true jewel was the exclusive upstairs VIP lounge, a cozy nook where the queens and their new army family could retreat for more intimate gatherings.

The townspeople soon got wind of the queens’ arrival and declared, “You two are the Queens of The Legion Castle!” And from then on, the castle wasn’t just a fortress—it was the ultimate drag palace.

Every night, the castle came alive with music and laughter. The army boys, with their calloused hands and broad shoulders, built a beautiful stage in the grand hall. And on that stage, a little fairy named Glimmer, sparkling like a star, performed showtunes that brought tears to the eyes of even the toughest soldiers.

Together, Banana Delvey, Miss October, and their new family created a magical place where drag queens and army boys, fairy performers, and fierce wives all celebrated life, love, and the joy of being themselves. The Legion Castle was their kingdom, and they filled it with glitter, glam, and an endless supply of laughter.

Welcome to Eastside Sisters Pride Podcast Buffet! 3 delicious segments! 6 Vancouver Icons! With all the hot tea you can drink! 1 hour and 45 minutes of yummy drag fun!

We've crafted a three-course auditory meal that'll leave you laughing, gasping, and begging for more. Let's dive into today's scrumptious selection!

Start your culinary journey with our Smoke Pit Kiki Party Platter, a fabulous hors d'oeuvre featuring Vancouver's drag elite. Picture this: Dandy, Phyllis, Burna, Jenny and our ravishing hosts, Banana Delvey and Miss October, lounging on the balcony of the iconic Legion Castle. They're serving up piping hot tea and passing around a joint, all while looking out over the drag kingdom they've built. With a collective sigh, they declare, "Vancouver will never be the same—and honey, that’s a win for everyone!" This appetizer is a taste of pure, unfiltered fabulousness, giving you a delectable preview of the drag dynasty.

For your entrée, dive into our Sizzling Gossip Stew, a hearty helping of home-cooked drama and juicy tidbits. Join Banana Delvey and Miss October as they dish out the hottest tea in town, all straight from the cauldron of Burna Dart's scandalous new podcast. This segment is the ultimate comfort food for your soul, with extra spice and a side of sass. Expect your plate to overflow with juicy secrets, piping-hot rumors, and a generous dollop of drag queen realness. It’s a main course so tantalizing, you'll be licking your lips and coming back for seconds.

End your meal on a sweet and sinful note with our Forbidden Fruit Tart. The Eastside Sisters head back to the smoke pit to spill all the scandalous secrets they've been keeping under wraps. This dessert is a decadent blend of forbidden confessions, sugar-coated gossip, and just a hint of mischief. It’s the ultimate guilty pleasure that will leave you giggling and gasping for breath. Perfectly sweet, delightfully naughty, and oh-so-satisfying, it’s the cherry on top of a perfect podcast feast.

So come, darlings, and savor this delicious three-course podcast crafted just for you in honor of Pride. The Eastside Sisters are here to serve you laughter, love, and a whole lot of tea. Bon appétit, podlings!🌈

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Once upon a drag show night, deep in the heart of Vancouver, the one and only Banana Delvey decided that the city's tea needed a little extra heat. Not just any heat, though—she cranked it up so high that it was practically on fire. Now, the thing about Banana is she never does anything by halves. If she's spilling tea, she's gonna make sure everyone in the entire city gets a taste.

One Saturday afternoon, Banana was lounging with her bestie, Miss October, in their glammed-up, disco-ball penthouse. They were sipping their favorite blend, "Gossip Guzzle," and giggling over the latest scandal involving a certain reality star who couldn't seem to keep her wigs straight.

"Girl, this tea is lukewarm!" Banana exclaimed, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "It's time to turn up the heat and make this city sizzle!"

Miss October, ever the diva with a flair for the dramatic, nodded eagerly. "Yass, honey! Let's make it so hot even the pigeons are gonna need SPF 50!"

And so, the two queens concocted a plan. They would host the most epic drag show ever, promising revelations so juicy that the audience would leave with second-degree burns of the most glamorous kind—like tiny kisses from a puppy dog. They sent out invites that hinted at secrets, scandals, and shenanigans, and soon the entire city was buzzing with anticipation.

The night of the show arrived, and the venue was packed. The lights dimmed, and Banana Delvey strutted on stage in a sequined gown that sparkled like a thousand disco balls. She held a teapot aloft, steam swirling around her like a mystical aura.

"Ladies and gentlemen, and everyone in between," Banana purred into the microphone, "prepare yourselves for the hottest tea you've ever tasted!"

With that, she began to spill. She dished on who was dating whom, who had a secret love child with whom, and who was caught in a compromising position with a blow-up unicorn. The crowd was in hysterics, clutching their pearls and fanning themselves with their programs.

Just when it seemed like things couldn't get any hotter, Banana leaned in close to the mic, her eyes narrowing mischievously. "And now, for a little side story," she said, her voice dripping with anticipation.

Banana recounted an absurd encounter at a local café, where she overheard a secret conversation between a city council member and a mysterious figure in a trench coat. She spun the tale with such flair and exaggeration that the audience couldn't tell where the truth ended and the fiction began. By the end of it, the café had become a den of intrigue, with espionage, forbidden love, and a dramatic cake fight.

The audience roared with laughter, tears streaming down their faces. Banana had them eating out of the palm of her hand, hanging on every word.

But the drama didn't end there. No, Banana had one final twist up her sequined sleeve. She revealed that she and Miss October had secretly been filming a reality show all along, capturing every scandalous moment for the world to see. The crowd gasped, then erupted in cheers and applause.

As the show wrapped up, Banana took a moment to bask in the glow of her adoring fans. "Remember, my loves," she said, blowing a kiss to the audience, "life's too short for cold tea and boring stories. Keep it hot, keep it spicy, and never forget to stir the pot!"

With that, Banana Delvey and Miss October took their final bow, leaving the stage and the city in a haze of glitter, laughter, and a newfound appreciation for the art of spilling tea.

And so, dear podlings, the tale of Banana Delvey's scorching tea came to a close, with everyone in the city feeling those cute little kisses from a puppy dog kind of burn. It was a comedy ending for the ages, full of laughter, love, and just the right amount of sass.

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DRAG IS FOR EVERYONE! EVEN FAT PEOPLE LIKE ME!

Oh, podlings, gather 'round and let me tell you about the most dazzling, divine, and downright delectable queen you ever did see—Banana Delvey! She was a vision, a masterpiece, a walking work of art! Big, bold, and beautiful, with curves for days and a presence that filled the room with more sparkle than a disco ball at Studio 54. But, can you believe it, the skinny minnies of the drag world just wouldn't book her for their shows. Oh, the nerve! The audacity! Those string beans were shaking in their stilettos, trying to gatekeep our glorious Banana from the spotlight she so rightly deserved.

But oh, the audiences were not having it, podlings! They were screaming for more representation, more body positivity, and more of that fabulous fat flair! "We want curves, we want sass, we want queens who can fill a stage with all that ass!" they chanted, shaking their signs and fanning themselves with their protest posters.

So, Banana Delvey decided to start a revolution, darling! A fat revolution! She put on her sparkliest curvy dress, fluffed her hair to the heavens, and marched right into the heart of the drag scene. She was like a glamorous bulldozer, tearing down the walls of exclusion with every step.

First stop, she crashed a show where the skinny girls were performing, and let me tell you, they were gagging! "Ladies and gentlemen," she announced, "it’s time to make some room for all this fabulous fatness!" The audience erupted in applause, chanting her name: "Banana! Banana! Banana!"

And honey, she didn’t stop there. Banana Delvey started calling out all the folks who were doing their darndest to avoid booking a big girl. She’d strut into bars, clubs, and drag brunches with a megaphone, shouting, "Hey, skinny queens! Why you gotta be so mean? There's more to drag than just being lean!" She’d hand out cupcakes and pies, reminding everyone that a little extra love in the form of body mass never hurt anybody.

But Banana didn’t stop at just herself. Oh no, she created an army of plus-size icons, a veritable legion of luscious lovelies who were more than capable of stealing the spotlight!

And guess what? The crowds went wild! The people wanted more of them, more diversity, more body types, and more representation. They wanted queens who looked like them, who loved their bodies, and who weren't afraid to show it.

But just as the revolution was reaching its zenith, with plus-size queens reclaiming the stage, something unexpected happened. A whisper, a rumor, a hint of something big about to shake the drag world to its core. Banana Delvey and her army were on the verge of uncovering a secret so scandalous, it could change the face of drag forever.

Stay tuned, podlings, because the fat revolution has only just begun, and the next chapter is going to be even juicier!

Oh, darlings, gather 'round and let me tell you the tale of the most fabulous kiki ever thrown in the Kingdom of Davie Street by none other than our beloved Banana Delvey and Miss October. Now, these two queens were living their best lives, drama-free, and basking in the glow of their own beauty and talent. They were so happy, it was almost criminal.

One day, while sipping on their extra-extra-extra-large Dirty Shirlies, Banana Delvey had a lightbulb moment, or maybe it was the extra shot of espresso talking. “Miss October, darling,” she purred, “what if we threw the biggest kiki this kingdom has ever seen? And not just any kiki, but one so legendary it will be spoken of for eons!”

Miss October, with her perfect eyeliner flick and an eyebrow arched like a rainbow, replied, “Banana, my love, that is the most chaotic and genius idea you’ve ever had. Let’s do it!” And just like that, the planning began.

They chose the quaintest little coffee shop on Davie Street as the venue, a place so posh it made Versailles look like a shack. Invitations were sent out, and soon the magical queens, kings, things, and podlings from every corner of the kingdom were buzzing with excitement. It was going to be the event of the century, and the dress code was “Extra or Don’t Bother.”

The night of the kiki arrived, and the coffee shop was transformed into a glittering wonderland. Fairy lights twinkled, disco balls spun, and a cake so tall it brushed the ceiling stood in the center. The guest list was a who’s who of fabulousness.

The party started off glamorously. Banana Delvey and Miss October were the stars of the show, basking in the adoration of their fans. But as the night wore on, the queens got more comfortable, and the tea began to flow. Oh, and flow it did, like a waterfall of gossip and scandal! Someone mentioned how someone who cannot be named, and before you knew it, the tea was spilling faster than Miss October’s laughter.

Soon, the coffee shop was flooded with so much tea that the baristas started handing out life rafts instead of lattes. Banana Delvey, in a fit of laughter, slipped on a puddle of Earl Grey and sent a tray of macarons flying. Miss October, trying to steady herself, only ended up dunking her stiletto into a pot of Darjeeling.

The chaos was unreal. Queens were paddling through pools of chamomile, and podlings were using teabags as flotation devices. The cake? Completely soaked, looking like a soggy tower of shame. The coffee shop owner, a wise old wizard with a penchant for drama, had no choice but to evacuate everyone.

They were all treated for tea poisoning at the local magic shop, where the potions were as strong as the gossip. Everyone was giggling and hiccupping tea leaves for days. Banana Delvey and Miss October, despite the debacle, declared the night a roaring success.

“Podlings, let this be a lesson,” Banana Delvey announced grandly, her voice echoing in the now-empty coffee shop. “Too much tea can be hazardous to your health, but the right amount of drama is always fabulous.”

And so, the story of the biggest kiki ever thrown in the Kingdom of Davie Street became legendary. It was the perfect blend of beauty, chaos, and more tea than anyone could ever drink.

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Banana Delvey and Miss October woke up one morning, feeling grumpy and out of sorts. As they got ready for the day, they couldn't help but rant about all the things that drove them nuts about the world and the Davie Drag Scene. They were on a roll, listing off every annoyance and grievance they could think of, not realizing that a tiny fairy had taken refuge in Banana's wig for the night.

This fairy, normally a playful and mischievous creature, was shocked by the venom in their words. She decided to teach them a lesson. Using her magical powers, she streamed their rant to all the fairies in the forest. The fairies, in turn, spread the word to the woodland creatures, who were equally appalled by what they heard.

To Banana and Miss October's surprise, their rant had inspired the magical creatures to action. They emerged from the forest, armed with glitter and determination, ready to join the drag queens in their fight against all things tacky and terrible. Together, they marched through the streets, spreading joy and fabulousness wherever they went, proving that even a bad day can lead to something magical.

You know, I was walking down Davie Street the other day, and I stumbled upon something quite magical. No, not a unicorn or a leprechaun, but something even more extraordinary—a weed that makes everyone spill their secrets!

Now, you might be thinking, "Banana, Miss O, why would you mess with something like that?" Well, we didn't know at the time! We thought it was just your regular, run-of-the-mill weed. So, being the curious queens that we are, we decided to take a puff or two.

Oh, honey, let me tell you, the tea started flowing faster than the drinks at happy hour! We were like the Oprahs of secrets—“You get a secret! You get a secret! Everybody gets a secret!”

But here's where it gets juicy. We thought, "Hey, let's share this magical weed with our fellow Davie Street Queens!" Oh, sweet darlings, that was a mistake.

As soon as those queens took a toke, it was like Pandora's box had been opened! Secrets were flying left and right, and the drama was spicier than a drag brunch at noon!

Oh, the chaos that ensued! Queens were feuding, throwing shade left and right, and I swear I saw a wig fly across the street—it was like a scene out of a telenovela!

But you know what's funny about secrets? Once they're out, they lose their power. So, after all the dust settled and the secrets were out in the open, something magical happened. Instead of tearing us apart, they brought us closer together.

Those queens who were at each other's throats moments ago were now embracing, laughing, and bonding over their shared vulnerability. It was a beautiful moment of truth and reconciliation, all thanks to a little magical weed.

And so, my darlings, let this be a lesson: sometimes, it takes a little magic to bring us together, to remind us that underneath all the sequins and sass, we're all just human, with our own stories to tell and our own secrets to share. So let's embrace our flaws, spill the tea, and come together as one fabulous, drama-loving family on Davie Street!

Thank you, and remember, keep it magical, keep it real, and keep it fabulous!

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