I was in San Francisco and it was my first drag show. I’d be lying if I said the huge photographs of barely clothed dudes plastered everywhere in the entrance weren’t making me slightly nervous.
Then I saw her… errrr… him… and my perspective totally changed.
If you enjoyed this one, stay tuned for next week’s dive bar crawl in San Francisco’s worst neighborhood. I eat brains, contemplate crack, and interview some of the most interesting people I’ve ever met (which is saying a lot).
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