Confessions of a Drag Baby: From Makeup Mishaps to Backstage Drama

Hi fabulous friends! I’d like to talk about my journey into the chaotic world of drag. It's been a rainbow rollercoaster ride of contour catastrophes and backstage bitchiness.

I strut onto the scene like I owned the stage, feeling like a goofy phoenix rising from the ashes of my former self. I was ready to serve, armed with thrift store treasures and enough makeup to last a Chicago morgue ten years.

I was convinced my makeup skills were on point. Spoiler alert: they were not. I was serving more "dirt on the cheeks" than "drag king fantasy." But hey, we all start somewhere, right? As I stumbled through the world of contouring and hair styling, I quickly realized that drag is more than just looking fierce – it's about owning every inch of your fabulous self. Hours of YouTube tutorials and frantic calls for makeup advice from anyone within earshot led to a starting point for my look.

Fast forward a week to my second performance, and backstage drama showed its beautifully blended face. I heard whispers of pettiness floating around like confetti, and let me tell you, it hit me harder than a stiletto to the shin. I mean, who knew the drag scene could be that cutthroat?

But amidst the drama, I found my true calling: spreading joy, laughter, and a whole lot of sass. Sure, I enjoy contouring my face into a masterpiece of masculinity, but more than anything, I'm here to elevate the energy in the room. Think of me as your personal rainbow, bringing color and excitement wherever I go.

And let's talk about my drag family and friends – they're the real MVPs. From the queen who lifts me up with every introduction to my drag mother who's more supportive than a triple-layered corset, I hit the jackpot with these fabulous folks. Amidst the chaos, I found my tribe – a fierce family of queens and kings who embraced me with open arms, and I’ve never felt more at home.

Sure, the drag scene may have its fair share of shade, but I'm determined to rise above it all. I'm here to empower, entertain, and maybe accidentally glue my eyelids open once or twice. Hey, nobody said this glam journey would be easy!

Nowadays, I'm strutting through life with more confidence than a drag queen in six-inch heels. Sure, I still have my fair share of mishaps – like the time I moisturized with facewash in a hotel and gave myself a bad rash – but hey, it's all part of the glamorous journey, right?

So, to all my fellow drag babies out there, keep slaying, stay fabulous, and never let a little superglue mishap dampen your sparkle. After all, the world could always use a little more fabulousness. Remember, the only drama worth your time is the kind you serve on stage. Now, who's ready for some lip-sync battles and sequin-spangled shenanigans? Be fierce!