Before her show in New York City on Sept. 20 at BB Kings, we had the opportunity to chat with Dina Martina, the weird, wacky and wild drag raconteur.
A bizarre mix consisting of one part surreal performance art and another part quaaludes, Martina’s shows always keep the audience on the edge of their seats because they never know what’s about to happen next.
How was your summer in Provincetown, Dina?
It was really great, really productive. When I wasn’t performing, I was focusing on my favorite charities. I have a theater group for at-risk youth, which I know sounds neat, but it’s actually very time-consuming. So much so that I’ve had to put my own daughter in an orphanage just so I can spend time with these questionable children. Currently we’re working on a Christmas version of Puppetry of the Penis. Plus, I’ve been growing out my back hair for Locks of Love.
What can your fans expect from your new show?
This show really has a little bit of everything: song, dance, pantomime, sonnets, unexpected bursts of mundane emotional yearning, Brutalist architecture, Kevlar bikinis, uncooked ramen, dancing bears and Whitman Samplers.
If you were locked in a room with Donald Trump, what would you say to him?
I would say, “Mr. President, please kill one of us.”
When was the last time you were intimate with someone? Were you on top, on the bottom or in the middle?
Oh, it’s been a while. My old boyfriend would occasionally place a reassuring hand on my inside upper thigh, but that was about it. His name escapes me at the moment, but his old college buddies called him “Reacharound.” He was an aspiring magician, so he was always doin’ little sleight-of-hand jobs around the house.
What do you think of RuPaul’s Drag Race?
Was that the one with Alan Alda in the tent? See, I liked that one a lot but it was sad at the end when they all left.
Is the glass half-full or half-empty?
I’ve always seen my glass as being half-there. Call me an optometrist, but that’s how I see it. When you live your life like a banquet, things get real neat. Dance as if no one’s watching. Cook as if no one’s eating.
Should your fans refrigerate their poppers?
Yes, to preserve the delicate jalapeños.