There's a spooky konpa dance class at Starr Bar tonight and I've been practicing the basic step in my room like the floor is already full. My hips still think they're at Halloween. Come be my partner for the social half?
There's a spooky konpa dance class at Starr Bar tonight and I've been practicing the basic step in my room like the floor is already full. My hips still think they're at Halloween. Come be my partner for the social half?
Halloween weekend is officially over and I am finally horizontal, glitter still clinging on for dear life. Podcast queued, cherry coke in hand, zero plans to move from this bed. Tell me what you'd say to keep me up a little longer.
Found out the Village Halloween Parade theme is Body & Soul this year, which is basically my whole biography in two words. The costume is half-sewn and I am refusing to sleep until it's done. Tell me what needs more — bones or sparkle?
Drag wrestling at a skate rink in Bushwick wasn't on my bingo card but here I am, fully committed. Tell me you'd be front row when they call my name.
Mischief Night spat me out and I'm still wearing half the glitter I left with. Tell me what you'd do if you walked in right now.
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.