Lots of love — and a little hate — at drag brunch Hola er’body. I hope you are all having the most fabulous day ever. I woke up today feeling good and ready to kick the day’s ass (but that could be the coffee talking).
A few weeks ago I performed at a drag brunch. I don’t do many brunches — even though I always end up having fun — because it just makes for an extremely long day for me.
Plus, daytime drag is the devil. At least in the clubs or at night I can find a dark corner to hide in when I’m feeling ugly.
But daytime drag? There is nowhere to hide. That damn sun shows off everything, warts and all. Fuck dat sun. Getting in drag that early, especially after doing drag the night before, can really fuck up your face.