Lovely Colleen Sheriff, the internet’s original
bad girl goddess made her official debut as Matt Flame’s nitwit nemesis 
in the old WELL HUNG HOLLYWOOD serial, “The Trials And Tribulations Of Matt Flame.”
From the very beginning Colleen who tried so hard to behave always
found herself knee deep in defecation through no fault of her own.
It certainly wasn’t Colleen’s fault that shit happens now and then. Nor can
she be held entirely responsible for the time some nameless villain switched Matt
Flame’s trusty tube of K-Y with a similar looking tube of BEN GAY.
Again, sometimes shit just happens. Be that as it may fan mail by the
tons began pouring in, and just like on television the lovely Ms. Sheriff
was soon the star of her own series, “White Trash Diva.”
Moving right along, Colleen’s creators (two dedicated clowns who have written
everything from comedy to movie scripts) decided to introduce “the girl
with a million friends” to guychat much against the advisement of their
agent who claimed it would be too difficult to pull off. To the contrary, these
guys with a smattering of fairy dust, and a bit of the old “bibbidy bobbity
boo” did pull it off - and may I add quite well too.
It is interesting to point out in all the internet episodes of “White Trash Diva,”
Mistress Scully, founder and Empress Dowager of “Well Hung Hollywood” did all the
graphics, and used no one image in particular for the visual of Colleen. This did present
a real problem for the boys in making the transition between the serial, and chat room. If Colleen was
to indeed survive there had to be one picture (a likeness) to build upon for her admirers to
identify with.
In the early stages Colleen’s creators chose to use several images from Mistress Scully’s
humongous collection, and let the chatters decide which one they liked best.
For awhile numerous drag photos were implemented with not a lot of success.
The chemistry just wasn’t right.
The next step involved going back to Mistress Scully’s original illustrations for
inspiration - and voila everything seemed to fall in place.
Thus, the lovely Colleen
(with a little help from Adobe Photo Shop) became a singular sensation, an instant icon - featured in just
about every facet of Popular Culture known to man thanks to the miracle wonders of cut/paste.
From an analytical perspective Colleen’s success was largely due 
to
the otherwise boredom of the chat. Most chat rooms tend to be dull.
But guychat has to be the worst. Here we have a chat where
everyone (from the pictures posted) looks like a fairy adonis. Then,
comes along Colleen in an array of crazy get-ups, and changes the general
structure of things for the better. It was amusing. It was entertaining. It
was fun.
Colleen, in addition to comic relief also served a very useful purpose.
She was a sympathetic advisor to the love-lore, a Dr. Ruth to the sexually
frustrated, and a big sister “fag-hag” to numerous lonely chatters who
were in dire need of something a little more human than “adonis” pictures
swiped off the net. Of course, the latter is a side of the lovely Ms. Sheriff most of the regulars
did not see. But on an average Colleen did receive around a
hundred letters a week from guys all over the place who more or less
needed assurance, and more so someone who would listen to them.
So what went wrong? Even Queen Esther had her enemies, and again sometimes shit
happens. So it was with the lovely Colleen.
In the gay community, among bitchy, vindicative faires, there's not a hell of a lot between a friend or an enemy.
Trashy queens, such peculiar creatures, are at most social piranha that will attack anything that breathes - with or without provocation.
Tragically for Colleen, by being just a tad too personable with these sub-human gargoyles
the lovely Miss Sheriff unwittingly signed her own death certificate in a matter of speaking.
The short lived friendship with the chat room battle ax handle, AndyRO was in reality the
beginning of the end of Colleen, and more so the quality of the chat. 
With the advent of AndyRO, here
emerged an old auntie type who more or less wanted to take control while turning chat room into a "kaffee klatsch"
for tired, "has-been" queens.
How tired?
Think Eastern Star meeting. B-O-R-I-N-G!!!!
A bunch of stuffy old hags sitting around musing over Masonic monotony is nothing
compared to an evening in ennui with a group of tacky, aging faggots who lost at love. But still think their shit doesn't stink.
On a more humorous note note it was during this time frame guychat was introduced to its first honest-to-goodness clone. In fact, it
was AndyRO that came up with the idea indirectly.
How so?
To make a long story short, AndyRO who had been impressed with Colleen’s cut/pastes approached her about
doing similar work of him as a proper, Victorian Auntie to be printed on 4 x 6 studio
cards - the kind that fit so neatly into the ornate plush covered photo albums from yesteryear. The finished product
was to be passed out to Andy’s sister friends as gag gifts. Colleen, who at the time wasn’t
doing her own work agreed to have an associate that did all of her pictures do the job.
Needless to say Auntie Andy was a pleased as punch. So was Andy’s dear, deranged, spinster sister for all times, Marti35. They both raved on and on about the workmanship. But more so
praised Colleen to no end for being a real sweetheart for going
to all the trouble. 
Now, for the stinger.
A short while later, AndyRO being bit peeved with a certain handle, Orion Lucky Star,
pissed and moaned to Colleen the guy was getting too big for his britches, and needed to be taught a lesson. Nothing awful. Just a pleasant tease
all in good fun. And oh, by the way could Colleen help by having her artist friend do a
cut/paste job of Orion as a southern belle being the handle was from Alabama. Nothing as grandiose as Scarlett O'Hara garbed in green velvet. Orion Lucky Star as Miss Mobile circa 1918, in frilly lace with just a touch of pink, would do just fine.
Colleen, at first was reluctant. But Andy assured her it was all in good fun, and nobody
would get hurt. In fact, according to Andy the only one who would see the photo would
be Orion.
After a lot of badgering Colleen consented, and presented the finished work to AndyRO.
Andy was ecstatic, and wasted no time sharing the image with his dear, sister Marti35 who much like that evil dwarf-troll, Rumpelstiltskin chortling over a cauldron also went on and on.
"Today I brew. Tomorrow I bake." And, oh wouldn't it be funny as hell to pm the picture to Orion
and watch him squirm. Yow-sah!
Be that as it may these two tacky, bitter old hags had no intention of pming the image to Orion. To
the contrary - they were going to post it in the open chat. And did. For all to see -
neglecting to inform the lovely Colleen of what they really had in mind, fearing she wouldn’t go
along with it. Thus, the first chat room clone was born, something that was amusing at
first. But as time passed got progressively out of hand. Way out of hand! So out of hand chat room queens who once relied on faggy godfathers to extract revenge
on some handle they didn’t like simply made a clone instead, and posted it.
Take for example the case of the handle, Stunning, Lady Splashie8 
- when the dizzy queen got a
bug up her ass over the presence of yet another handle “Goin To Italy” in the chat.
Now, here’s a classic tale of queenly bitchery at its best. God knows why the Lady Splashie
got so pissed at “Goin To Italy.” Does it really matter? When two female dogs stiff each
others private parts and start to growl does it really matter? Hell no! But for dammed
sure common sense tells us there’s going to be one, royal bitch fight.
In this particular scenario (with several windows open) the Lady Splashie came into the chat as herself,
and also as various clones of “Goin To Italy.” Not being too bright at 
cut/paste the Lady Splashie enlisted the help of the room's oldest chatter, Miss Ancient of
Day, AKA Stfia to do the cloning.
Sad to say even with the help from an octogenarian fairy
the Lady Splashie’s clones were awfully dull, didn’t frighten anyone in the
least. But did set a precedent for future chat room warfare...........”If me and my sisters don’t like you get the fuck out; or we’ll make your life hell.”
So what does it take for the wbs bitches to get a bug up their ass?
Sometimes it’s something as trivial as association.
Example: The lovely Colleen had always been friendly with the many incarnations of the
handle, FLA MARK going all the way back to his old handle, NVCOP.
It should be pointed out the lovely Colleen has never met the
handle, never claimed to have met him, or has ever seen him. Nor has she ever given a
shit what he looks like in real life. That is totally irrelevant.
However, for the purposes of an all-around good chat
bud from Colleen's perspective they didn’t come any finer than FlA MARK. He was silly, sometimes witty, and had
a hell of a lot more to say when he logged on wbs than, “oh, nuttin much is happening here, just thought I
turn on the puter and kill some time with my boring, unimaginative, sisters who I can't do without."
Well, that may be just fine and dandy. But an old wbs queen, the Countess Woofi
(the illegitmate spawn of the late, Leon Errol and Margaret DuMont) didn’t like the lovely Miss Sheriff friending with FLA MARK one damned bit.
Seems like the Countess
Woofi, and another handle, A Lee In A Storm (aka A Leeza In A Mess) and still another
handle, Top Lady FL, were pissed as hell with Fla Mark over some obscure trick.
Now, for the rest of the poop.
As the story goes, FLAMARK (while living in Vegas)
somehow wooed the trick away from the Countess. Not withstanding the Countess Woofi was absolutely livid, and called
upon her sister, A LEEZA IN A MESS for support.
How LEEZA IN A MESS andTOP LADY FL fit into all this
is very interesting too. Seems like they both tricked with this same number after FLAMARK had his
fill, and contracted a bad case of the crabs which as in the case of "Typhoid Mary"
they claim originated FLA MARK.
Second hand crabs? Lord have mercy on us all!!!!
So what does the lovely Colleen have to do with any of this?
Very little really. But that certainly didn't stop the Countess Woofi from pming Colleen one
afternoon, informing her of all this shit, and letting her know there would come a day when,
FLAMARK would pay for the humiliation he had caused. All those sleepless nights
all the psychiatric therapy. Countess Woofi was beside herself. And if the lovely Colleen
didn’t break off her chat room friendship with FLA MARK when that day came she’d
have a hell of a lot to answer for.
As I said it doesn’t take much to piss off bitter, old queens. Colleen (always her own
boss) ignored the Countess Woofi’s warning - and when the shit hit the fan got a
face full.