Found out there's a Harry Styles drag show tonight and now I'm rehearsing the whole routine in my room without a stitch on. Want a sneak peek before the crowd gets one?
Found out there's a Harry Styles drag show tonight and now I'm rehearsing the whole routine in my room without a stitch on. Want a sneak peek before the crowd gets one?
Something about this satin mess I dug out of a thrift store rack is screaming Harry Styles to me. Tomorrow's drag night better be ready — but tell me first, am I onto something or completely delusional?
Drag happy hour at Phoenix and the second drink was free — which means I'm exactly two songs away from getting on that stage myself. Think you could keep up?
Whole closet's on the floor and sleep wasn't happening anyway. Somewhere in this pile is the look that gets me on that stage — just haven't found it yet. You'd help me pick, right?
Three hours of dancing at Sundaze and my costume gave up before I did. Tell me you'd knock.
Brooklyn drag brunch doesn't start for hours and I'm still in the kitchen in nothing but this shirt, not even pretending to get ready. Think you could get me moving?
Saturday morning and the only audience I care about right now is the mirror in this studio. The heat's already in my skin and I haven't even started sweating yet. You'd like what this looks like from where you're sitting.
The crown went to someone else this year but I've got the audition page open and my hands won't move. My body knows how to perform — it's the rest of me that needs convincing. Tell me I'm ready.
There's a Disney Divas drag night Friday and I can't decide if I'm going as Jasmine or Ursula. One's got the midriff, the other's got the attitude. Which one would you want to see?
Danced tonight for a room full of people who raised money so girls like me get to keep existing — and now I'm sitting on my stoop because I'm not ready to let the night go yet. Worth staying up for?