Glam

I am glam. I am classy. Drag queen. Straight queer. In-your-face liar. I dress like a girl, but I’m a dude. I seem happy, but deep down inside, I’m like Joker. Can’t you see I won the Academy Award? Look at my pony-tail and my high cheek bones. I am a sweet guy, after all, abused by my fuckin’ uncle. But what the heck? I turned out good. I like the Brad Pitt-type. They look so calm and sweet,...