Inside of me there is a Drag-Queen who is strung out on glitter. My current social calendar (babies and weddings) has not given her any stage time. When she finally gets the chance to come out and play…you will stand baffled in her wake surrounded by a trail of sequins and glitter; the air will smell of gypsy perfume and Jack Daniels. You won’t know what has hit you but you will love it.
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