The Bald And The Beautiful

Nestled amongst saguaro cacti like a majestic mirage in the arid sands of Palm Springs, we welcome you to the glistening, pink-hued motor lodge that is the Trixie Motel! This amazing inn features seven themed rooms expertly prepared for only the finest desert debauchery. Amenities galore await you, like our sparkling pool, perfectly fit for your sun-dried hot dog legs and pale, bald dome. And if you're extraordinarily lucky, two gay goblins may be relaxing poolside on chaise lounges, shoving homemade cookies into their maws and spitting hot-podcast-fire into microphones as the sun bakes their chalky flesh. Welcome to the Trixie Motel, where you can check-in, and you can also check-out. By 11am. Because we need to rid the damn room of your malodorous stench, you filthy animal.

Next to the shimmering turquoise waters of the Côte d'Azur, on the picturesque beaches of Saint-Tropez, sits the Shack D'Amour: a delectable, debaucherous nightclub teeming with music-loving crustaceans, boys in bikinis, and girls on surfboards. Come for the baked potatoes and tanning butter, stay for the non-stop fruggin'.

On the brutal, kill-or-be-killed plains of the Serengeti, power is determined by sheer brute strength. It is measured by the breadth of one's chest, the size of one's claws, and the length of one's incisors. But in the stiflingly hot concrete jungle of Los Angeles, power is determined by the ability to sit down in very comfortable chairs, hold microphones, and talk about life's daily minutiae for approximately 45 to 60 minutes while glorious air conditioning washes over you like a cool salve for all that ails you. In this shockingly fearsome podcast arena, none are more dangerous than the world's most famously bald, gay ghouls: Trixie and Katya! Today's auditory ejaculation is our 100th episode, so bow down and worship at the altar of our auricular magnificence, you fools!

Open now in beautiful West Hollywood, CA, it's The Brians' Breakfast Shack! It's like the Love Shack, but with less sex and more superfluous orange blossom plate garnishes! The Brians' Breakfast Shack Menu includes all your favorite hearty, wholesome breakfast foods! Featuring items as varied as our Flying Firkus Pancake Platter to our Egg McCooken Sun-Dried-Chicken Legs Breakfast Sandwich to our world-famous Griddled Brian Toast™, which Oprah's Book Club referred to as, "A honey-cinnamon-tinged parking-structure orgy for your taste buds!" At The Brians' Breakfast Shack, you'll find everything you love, except for unionized waitstaff! Order now on the McFirken App, available on all BlackBerry devices! *

From the windy city famous for its decadent Deep-Dish Pizza, dill pickle-laden Chicago Dogs, and the local spirit Malort (which can best be described as "What would happen if a pungent overripe fruit had a drunken threesome with a can of gasoline and a pile of herbs,") comes over eighty minutes of auricular ecstasy sure to satisfy even your biggest hunger pangs for both Chicago and the two fabulous drag divas who bravely and boldly sat in comfy chairs and spoke into microphones for a bit over an hour. Enjoy!

This episode of Bald is proudly brought to you by the National Bathroom Sex Toy Safety Council, reminding you to always follow the three W's before your wet 'n wild adventures: "Wash, Warm-Up, & WERK." As winter stretches its legs for one last sprint before Spring arrives, we'd like to remind our listeners to follow the most important rules of the Bathroom Dildo Doctrine: 1) Always test the suction of the dildo on your shower wall prior to use, in order to properly gauge the strength of the suction in the face of strong shearing forces. 2) Measure the circumference of the dildo to ensure a smooth entry and exit, thereby guaranteeing a pleasurable experience for all participating parties. 3) To avoid being impaled by the dildo in what can only be described as "the bad type of hurt," make sure the shower floor is covered in a non-slip surface for maximum safety. This public service announcement has been brought to you by the editorial staff of BALD, LLC, as well as the fine folks at the

Did you know that the average male lasts between 5 and 7 minutes when engaging in "fun-time" between the sheets? While this is more than acceptable for that post-Succession Sunday night quickie before the work-week starts, 5 to 7 minutes during a Saturday night carnal marathon of erotic delights is not just pitiful, it's fixable! All because of Trimix! With just three tiny injections of synergistic drugs directly into your little wiener schnitzel, your flaccid firehose will magically transform into the Hammer of Thor! For hours upon hours of fun in the bedroom, kitchen, and beyond, shoot some Trimix into your gherkin and you'll be whipping that thing around like Indiana Bones and the Last Crusade in no time!*

When you're alone and life is making you lonely, you can always go to the Dock. When you've got that warm feeling and all the noise and the hurry seems to help, you can go to the Dock. Just listen to the music of the traffic in the city, linger on the sand where everyone is pretty. How can you lose? The lights are not brighter there so you can forget all your troubles, forget all your cares, and go to the Dock. Things will be great, there's no finer place, everything's waiting for you at the Dock.

As you might imagine, ridding your bottom of pesky hair follicles is not just a laborious task, but can also require extensive acrobatics and a bit of body contortion. We here at Bald, LLC recommend a multi-mirror system to achieve full visibility upon spreading your cheeks. Additionally, we also advocate for the use of a teammate if possible, because as with most things, the more hands involved in this process the better. Once you have achieved excellent sight-lines, apply a moisturizing gel or foam, grab a very sharp razor, and start from the inside out. Begin on the left and right sides, followed by the front and back, and then proceed along the skin lines as you use extra caution when close to the holy of unholies. Once done, rinse your undercarriage with warm water, thoroughly apply a moisturizer to prevent razor burn, and then head out to the club with the extreme self-confidence that only a freshly-shorn bottom can bring. Godspeed, friends.

As darkness falls across the land, the midnight hour is close at hand. Creatures squirm and snore in bed, while something lurks that is certainly dead. As it stands in the doorway rotting in its shell, sporting facial hair that could only originate in hell. A grizzled ghoul has escaped from its tomb, lingering in their bedroom to seal their doom. It is Trixie Mattel who is cursed with the shine, but have no fear, this goatee'd phantom is fortunately benign.

It's that time of year, you horse & buggy-riding, butter-churning, hat-and-bonnet-wearing queens! Put away your Froschauer bible, take off your mutza, and ignore every rule you've ever learned from the Ordnung! It's Rumspringa time, bitches! A time to drink copious amounts of Mad Dog 20/20 Orange Jubilee, dance the night away to the devil's deep house beats, and ingest every recreational drug known to humankind! IT'S RUMSPRINGA!!!!!!

It's Drag Race All Stars Season 8 tea time! In preparation for the May 12th premiere, Trixie and Katya wax poetic about all the contestant's looks, chat about past seasons, and then prognosticate about everyone's chances for what is sure to be an absolutely amazing season. Sit down, make yourself a fancy-ass cocktail, and let's talk about All Stars Season 8!

For a brief, shining moment in the early aughts, every romantic comedy had a female protagonist with an exceedingly gay best friend that existed to do exactly three things: 1) Help the protagonist make wild wardrobe choices 2) Critique shoddy makeup applications while simultaneously fat-shaming the protagonist 3) Be excessively grossed out by vaginas and constantly talk about penises.

We have the technology. We can make her better than she was. Better, stronger, faster.

The sky is a fiery auburn red as the sun sets over a bustling Taco Bell on La Cienega Blvd. Harried Angelenos make the nightmarish commute home as offices close and street lights turn on. Through a decal clinging to a Taco Bell window advertising the return of the Mexican Pizza, we see three lonely souls sitting in a booth, silently munching upon tacos and burritos filled with beans, beef, and shattered dreams. It is a Springtime weekend in the city of angels, a town where the sight of a drag queen, the host of Access Hollywood, and a washed-up football star in a Taco Bell barely raises an eyebrow of passers by.

The kids are finally in bed, the dishes have been washed, the clothes have been folded, and the dog has been walked. It's finally time to pour yourself a nice glass of chilled sparkling rosé, open up TikTok, and settle into that comfy little nook on the sofa to be magically whisked away to a world of Costco fights, misbehaving Karens, and dash-cam car crashes. Enjoy yourself, girl. You've earned it.

It's that special time of the year, so unfurl your flag, secure your sex swing to a weight-bearing ceiling stud, and prepare your vocal cords to sing the absolute hell out of the body electric. It's Pride, bitches! From all of us here at the underground desert Bald bunker, we wish you and yours the hap-hap-happiest of Prides.

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As part of Pride, we'd like to remind everyone about the 4 P's for bottoming: Practice, Preparation, Protect, and Pray: Practice on weeknights, at lunchtime, or even during your commute. Prepare by using an enormous amount of lube from that economy size bucket you purchased for the April 2020 orgy that never happened. Protect by always wearing a prophylactic, even if it's one that was thrown at you during a Pride parade. And lastly, pray to the pagan god of bottoming Assilopochtli, for they will ensure that you have a wonderful experience filled with joy and jubilation.

One day, in a not-so-distant future hellscape utterly ravaged by water wars and interstate battles over depleted natural resources, there will come a time when a person's sexual preference is so low on the list of things to care about that we will all be queer.

While it's a scientifically-proven fact that humans require food, water, air, and shelter to survive, it is not yet widely known that straight men also require eggnog post-coitus in order to continue existing in this wild world of ours. So this summer, please don't bring a six-pack of beer to your neighbor's barbecue. Instead, tell him that you value his post-intercourse survival and bring him several cartons of refreshing, summery eggnog. His life may just depend upon it.

The midnight hour is close at hand. A lonely ghoul looks out across the land. It's the typical scene with the usual suspects. Frightening creatures roaming around in search of sex. Tonight, it's a veritable smorgasbord of glorious smut. Don't delay, as it's time to prepare and place that bejeweled item directly in your butt.

Please consult your doctor before listening to this podcast. Common side effects of The Bald and the Beautiful include nausea, stomach pain, diarrhea, vomiting, superfluous third nipples, increased viewings of Ken Burns documentaries, compulsive tax preparation, and a deep yearning for golden showers.

Dynamic microphones are constructed with small magnets that oscillate inside a metal coil attached to the diaphragm. When a sound wave causes the diaphragm of the microphone to vibrate, the relative motion of the magnet and coil creates an electrical signal by magnetic induction. From this magical, fantastical process, we arrive at the auditory eargasm that is The Bald and the Beautiful. Need we say more? We need not.

In this corner, wearing pink, weighing in at a stunning 62 lbs, the reigning BYOB World Featherweight Cosmetics Mogul Champion, the undefeated Skinny Legend, TRIXIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And in this corner, wearing faded Soviet Bloc vermilion, weighing in at a staggering 278 lbs, the EWWW Eastern Massachusetts Participant Trophy Winner, the "mostly" defeated 2009 Cillian Murphy Lookalike Contest 4th Runner-Up, the Slavic Siren, KATYA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You and a companion will enjoy an opulent round-trip coach flight to sunny Los Angeles, featuring spacious seating and a delectable in-flight dining experience from Spirit Airlines! Once you arrive in Tinseltown, you'll stay 3 nights and 4 days in a mildly haunted bungalow at the world-infamous Shateau Marmont, the slightly odorous sister hotel to the Chateau Marmont. Located in an industrial area bordering Van Nuys and North Hollywood, you'll awake every morning to water-stained popcorn ceilings, a complimentary continental breakfast of yogurt and stale homefries, resort-style amenities like an ice-maker and a mostly-empty Zagnut vending machine, and occasional midnight visits from mildly-malignant ghosts like Humphrey Bogart, Jayne Mansfield, and John Belushi! Taxes and baggage-check fees may apply.

As you slowly open your eyes to face yet another day in this wild, godforsaken world of ours, please remember to take good care of the 7 disks of spinning energy that reside within your spine. Whether it's the Crown, Third Eye, Throat, Heart, Solar Plexus, Sacral, or Root, your chakra can help you stay open, aligned, and most importantly: #GRATEFUL. Yes, Deborah...this Bald & Beautiful message of peace, chai, and love even includes you.

Katya welcomes the ever-so-engaging Courtney Act to the pod for part 1 of a lengthy conversation about the beauty of braces, the positivity of pool-dancing, and the innate silliness of the gender binary.

If you've been waiting with bated breath for Part 2 of the epically excellent interview with Australia's best export Courtney Act, you can finally breathe again. Here is part 2 of their fabulous conversation about the evolving definition of femininity, the marvels of meditation, and the exorbitant number of downsides of widespread child literacy.

Hi Scott. Thanks so much for coming into the office today. Would you mind sitting down? Great. It's rather hot in here, don't you think, Scott? That shirt you're wearing looks awfully thick and warm. Wouldn't you be more comfortable if you took it off? Perfect. Now isn't that better, Scott? Come to think of it, we're a bit warm, too. Shall we all take our shirts off, Scott? Yes? Excellent.

Welcome to southern California's best-kept gay amusement park secret, Bald Mountain. Please keep your hands, arms, legs, and other anatomical protrusions inside the ride at all times. Keep your safety harness tightly fastened, and please remember that severely unflattering flash photography is strictly forbidden. Lastly, please remember that when you signed that legal waiver upon entry to the park, you've released us of all liability in the event of your grisly and untimely death. Enjoy the ride.

Comedian, writer, actor, and host of the podcast Just Sayin', Justin Martindale, joins Trixie for an extraordinarily engaging chat about the perils of covid car comedy, serving Kim Kardashian a valley latte, and preventing a significant portion of West Hollywood from falling deeply in love in a steam room.

Everyone's favorite human Brittany Broski joins Trixie for a heart-to-heart about irrational fears of yetis, the natural beauty of Marty Feldman, and in-depth reviews of every roller coaster in Southern California.

As the great 19th century poet Silas T. Shinckenpoople once said, "To love is nothing. To be loved is something. But to both love and be loved? That is everything. Actually. May you please excuse me for a moment? Matilda! My weekly package at the apothecary is ready for you to pick up! If I don't administer our morphine suppositories by 5pm, you won't be ready for your 9pm Laudanum tincture in your mint julep! And if you miss both, my dear, your female hysteria may return and our passionate love for each other may fade when the fits are upon you! Matilda! Matilda!"

If you count yourself amongst the lucky few who have attended a live theater performance, you fully understand that tingly feeling you get inside as the lights dim and the curtain goes up. That beautiful moment of silent anticipation before the actors appear onstage and the performance begins. Live theatre is spellbinding. Live theatre is pure magic. But most of all, live theatre is the perfect place to do hand and boob stuff on a first date.

This single-origin, unapologetically bold (and bald) podcast goes down smooth with white chocolate undertones and lusciously complex flavors. Brimming with a rich, full piquant finish, your morning routine will be the perfect start to a dark journey through the wonderland that is Trixie and Katya's grey matter. Pairs beautifully with morning wood, your derrière, and a thick, milky bowl of steel-cut oats drenched in honey from the island of Dr. Moreau.

We here at BALD, LLC would like to extend our deepest sympathies for the pitiful state of your pelvic floor. Just as maintenance of our sphincters is always in the front of our minds, so too should be the functional, sensual, and magical properties of your downstairs foof. As such, we wholeheartedly endorse the regular application of our signature pink yoni eggs for the health, wealth, and overall state of your being.

As we reach the zenith of Spooky Season tonight, we must keep you apprised of a new horror recently birthed unto the world. It is an abomination so anathema to all that is good and pure in the world, that we suggest you lock your doors, turn out the lights, and hide under the covers this Hallow's Eve. Beware, for there is nothing more frightening, more hair-raising, or more utterly nightmarish than that of a TikTok Carrot Hot Dog. Oh, the humanity...

If you're into listening to German Vaporwave while crying about the mean things Brad said in a note to your best friend Allison in Biology class as you sit in the backseat of your Aunt Marilyn's 1992 Buick LeSabre on the way to the dental hygienist who vaguely resembles Bea Arthur, all the while thinking about that really good pizza bagel you had for lunch as a piece of pepperoni becomes dislodged from your braces, then this week's episode is 100% for you. Enjoy.

What better time of year to entertain your friends and throw a mesmerizing Fall fête than the week after we turn back those George Nelson Mid-century Modern clocks! Welcome your guests with an eye-catching and sphincter-tensing tablescape of such vibrant autumnal colors that they stop, gag, and immediately make plans to burn that oh-so-boring-2022 gourd centerpiece that's been adorning their dining room table since All Hallow's Eve. This Fall, bring out those jade chargers that perfectly match your hand-blown Italian Murano wine glasses and tell the whole wide world that your vintage 1967 table runner costs more than their children's college education!

Comedian, actress, host, Emmy Award-winner, and absolute fu**ing legend Kathy Griffin stops by the Bald studio to chat with Trixie about My Life on the D-List, a certain infamous picture from 2017, and her wildly-anticipated return to touring with 2024's My Life on the PTSD-List stand-up tour!

From the land of jazz, gumbo, public drunkenness, and second lines at Delta's baggage claim, Trixie and Katya bring you an auditory experience of such unabashedly sultry sexiness and salacious prurience that your ears will climax long before you do.

As part of our ongoing Public Service Announcement Series here at Bald, LLC, this week we'd like to focus on proper perineal care. If you didn't already know, managing the cleanliness of your bottom is a vital part of everyone's daily hygiene regimen. As one posterior hygienist told us during a recent cleaning, you should recite the following several times a day to the beat of your favorite 90's hip-hop song: Always Wipe Front to Back, Wet Wipes are a Perfect Hack, Cotton Breathes For Your Sack, Trim and Neat is All That!

As the holiday season rapidly ascends to the apex of yuletide cheer, you may find yourself experiencing a warm, tingly sensation deep within your abdomen. It's a condition known as "Merry Malady" and it affects .000001 % of the population. Side effects include dry mouth, erotic internet searches containing the phrase "Candy Cane," consumption of Trimix-spiked eggnog, and unexpected dating propositions in local big-box retail stores. Nine out of ten doctors agree that taking 70mg daily of Noëlvy will lessen the likelihood of experiencing E-E-S (embarrassing erectile syndrome) when overcome with holiday cheer. For this holiday and every holiday, take Noëlvy and avoid a rigidity disaster.

As the days grow shorter and the nights longer, may all of us in the Northern Hemisphere prepare ourselves for December 21st. It is the day we commemorate the Winter Solstice and honor the darkest night of the year. Please pause what you're doing, bow your head, and honor the shadows by journeying deep within to reflect, restore and nourish your spiritual cores. Though a rose is beautiful when in full bloom, lest we forget that its shriveled death is but a few days away. Like the evergreens we bring inside each December to decorate with lights and tinsel, let those green harbingers of the holidays remind us that death is necessary in order to be reborn into the ocean of cosmic energy that surrounds each and every one of us. Also? Happy Fu**ing Holidays.

There are no endings, Baldies. Just events that precede a new beginning. As we rapidly approach the conclusion of 2023, let us close our cold, darkened hearts to the old and open them to the new. We all get the same 365 days in the new year; the difference, you magnificent bastards, is what you do with them. From all of us here at the underwater volcano headquarters of Bald, LLC, we wish you and yours a Happy Holiday and a Gloriously Gaggy New Year.