Gaydar Halloween at House of Yes is tonight and I'm still figuring out what "costume" means when you've already taken everything off. Tell me what I'm adding back.
Gaydar Halloween at House of Yes is tonight and I'm still figuring out what "costume" means when you've already taken everything off. Tell me what I'm adding back.
Brutal Bazaar's costume contest is tomorrow night and my devil costume just passed the mirror test. One strap is already losing the fight though — do I fix it or lean in?
Queeraoke at Metropolitan is calling and I've been rehearsing into a hairbrush like it's the real thing. Pick my opening number — the robe's coming off before I head out anyway.
A drag dinner show in Brooklyn tonight — someone finally invented an event where eating and sequins are both mandatory. The red satin's already picked out and hanging by the pantry, and yes, I intend to blow past the two-item minimum. Tell me what you're ordering me.
Burlesque at Grace & Ruby's tonight and my pre-show ritual is non-negotiable: tacos before tassels, every single time. The bodysuit's already on because changing twice is for people with patience. Tell me what you'd bring me for the ride over.
A Monster High doll party in Bed-Stuy tonight means pink tulle, and apparently three bolts of it. Tell me I'm not overcommitting to the doll look.
Vampire drag night at Starr Bar tonight and my cape still needs a hem, so it's me, the sewing machine, and the first coffee of the day. Tell me the crooked stitches read gothic and not exhausted.
Broadway Mondays at Hardware and I've been singing along loud enough to embarrass the actual performers. Slipped into the bathroom during the one number I know every word to. Tell me you're out there guarding my spot at the stage.
Costumes are encouraged at the Rocky Horror screening tonight, so my morning is officially pins, satin, and a half-finished corset on my living room floor. Frank-n-Furter realness does not rush itself. Come sit on the floor and hand me pins?
Dancing Queens at The Monster starts soon and the second boot is finally on, which means I'm officially a functioning sequin. Red on a Sunday dance party just felt correct. Tell me you're saving me a spot by the stage.