Left Madame X still buzzing from a room full of queens and dancers who refuse to apologize for existing. Monday night in the East Village and I'm not ready to go home yet. Tell me you'd walk me to the next place.
Left Madame X still buzzing from a room full of queens and dancers who refuse to apologize for existing. Monday night in the East Village and I'm not ready to go home yet. Tell me you'd walk me to the next place.
Christopher Street on a Sunday night has this energy that makes you feel like you owe it to somebody to look incredible. Pieces starts in an hour and I'm not rushing. Tell me you'd walk slow with me.
Heading to 3 Dollar Bill and the whole walk there is a runway. Bet you couldn't look away.
Just got home from gogo at Boxers and my body still thinks the bass is going. The sequins are coming off but the high won't. Tell me you'd wait up.
There's an all-trans drag show tonight and my chest is doing this thing I can't explain. Haven't felt this seen by a lineup before. Tell me you'd be in that room.
Brolesque just started and the queen on stage is making me forget I came here to watch, not perform. Tell me you'd cheer if I crashed that stage.
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All Stars viewing party at Boxers is tomorrow and I'm already wide awake thinking about it — but not quite ready to leave this bed yet. There's a lot more of this morning I'm not showing out here. Want to see how I really kill time when I can't sleep?
Found out OVAH's at Oberon tonight and now I'm supposed to have a look ready. This shirt's doing all the heavy lifting until I figure one out. Tell me you'd come help me decide.
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Tuesday morning and my body decided sleep was optional but this wasn't. There's a lot more of what I'm doing right now behind the lock — want to see how I really start my day?
Found this red mesh top buried in a thrift store bin and the fitting room mirror just confirmed it's going on stage Wednesday. Tell me you'd hold my pile while I decide.