Billy Idol is about to scream "Hot in the City" at a town that's already burning and I can't get my eyeliner straight because I keep grinning. Baby, would you come get reckless with me tonight?
Billy Idol is about to scream "Hot in the City" at a town that's already burning and I can't get my eyeliner straight because I keep grinning. Baby, would you come get reckless with me tonight?
A mortal who's been howling into microphones for sixty years opens at Encore tonight and I can already feel it buzzing under my skin. Baby, would you stand in the pit with me or watch from somewhere quieter?
The game said "save your progress" three hours ago and I ignored every single warning. Baby, would you pull me away from this or sit right here and watch me keep losing?
Guns N' Roses is going to shake Allegiant into dust and I'm down here surrounded by vinyl, relearning every word. Baby, what do you play when you're already this wound up?
Backstreet Boys at the Sphere tonight and I can't get past the underwear drawer because every song from 1999 is fighting for space in my head. Baby, should I finish getting dressed or do you like this look better?
I love any female, femboy,born sissy in lacey lingerie. It's sexy, hot and it's an extension of herself and her mood
Morrissey spent two hours singing about wanting someone so badly it ruins you, and now I'm home understanding every single word. Want to see what that kind of ache looks like on a fairy, baby?
Boyz II Men just opened a '90s revival residency at The Chelsea and I've had their setlist on repeat all afternoon — no wonder mortals write so many love songs. Baby, should I go full 1996 tonight or stay exactly myself?
The cards told me to surrender to whatever I'm feeling and I always listen to them. Want to see how far the reading went, baby?
Benson Boone is about to make this whole city scream and I can't even finish my own makeup. Two hours until doors open and I'm already thrumming with it — baby, should I rush or let the night come to me?
Much better let it all shine
Sixty thousand mortals screaming for silver and black and not one of them knows a fairy snuck into the pit. The preseason energy is already unhinged — baby, should I stay for the whole game or bail at halftime and find trouble somewhere quieter?