I take selfies in bar bathrooms.
Remember that time I was on Last Night at the Met? OH RIGHT THAT IS TODAY.
Because of an ancient curse, @fyodorpavlov‘s planned Hallowtweed picnic this past weekend was moved inside. But it was still perfect and delicious and beautiful. And me? I wore headbats.
My brother Spice-J came to town for a gig at Elevate Hair last weekend and we ate so many snacks and drank so many dranks and I miss his stupid perfect face already. How is it possible that we are cuter in 2018 than we were in 2010?
I’ve been doing some vending at the past couple of Oddities Flea Markets with The Satanic Temple, and it’s just been a real delight. Apart from hanging out with all my Satan friends, including folks from the Salem chapter I don’t get to see very often as well as my NYC comrades, I always make sure to take some time to do a couple laps of the rest of the market. It’s like wandering around a giant creepy home that all my friends live in that I want to stay in forever. On this last visit, I came home with a set of dagger earrings, a stained glass planchette, a set of dice made from bone, and a ton of our own merch that I couldn’t resist.
Come visit us next time!
I face swapped with a photo of myself and I think it revealed my actual soul.
Have some more of me looking like a Disney villain. Photos by David Lawrence Byrd, crow foot necklace by @starkcuriosa wacky crow hat by me.
(Previously.)
Here I am, just being a witch queen in space, no big deal. Photos by the incredible David Lawrence Byrd.
A minor Brooklyn miracle: brunch for six at @piesnthighs with no wait. Their chicken biscuit is heaven already but it’s even better in the company of belated birthday babe @leendaloo.
On Sunday I saw Company XIV’s Cinderella for the second time with the incandescent @nakedgirleating and I consumed more than one of those tiny Sofia champagne minis, and there was a drunk lady who was clearly overwhelmed by the sheer number of shapely butts on stage, and the show was so pretty that Mags and I both cried, and the offensively talented STG looked handsome even while wearing a large balloon pony head, and then I rode the subway home with a large balloon pony head.
Did you ever watch the first five minutes of Blade and think “man, I would totally go to that vampire nightclub”? Or alternatively, did you ever go to Terminal 5 and think “man, this place should totally be drenched in blood”?
Well.
Shitty photos by me, good photos by Scott Heins.