Gym ✅ Groceries ✅ Coffee date with a Venezuelan guy who made me feel special for some hours in my boring life by giving me attention, being kind and lots of kissing ✅ I had worse Saturdays

I just love these random Snapchat noticifactions like „See what you did 2 years ago on this day“... and then it’s a random dick pic* I sent someone because I was horny. *with consent

Update on the guy I met at Pride in August: „I‘ll let you know when I‘m in town.“ Well... he‘s taking veeeery long to come to town. (Irony)

I got to see Chappell Roan last night and for the first time in years I could totally let go, have fun, scream, sing... Don’t get me wrong: I saw really good artists on stage before and they were incredible... but I didn’t „feel“ the music. Does that make sense?

It took me 5 years of Drag to finally come in second place of a lipsync battle. At that pace, 2029 is gonna be my year! 🙌

Update on the guy I met at Pride: He was on vacation and landed in the city where I live. After he left the airport he texted me if we want to have dinner together though it would only be 1 hr because he has to catch a train. Of course my usually not spontaneous gay ass said YES immediately.

Checklist from last night: - make up fail ✅ - forgetting a part of the costume at home ✅ - fake laughing at guests ✅ - performing H O T T O G O in a cheerleader costume that’s waaaaayy too short ✅

Ok, why the hell do I suddenly sweat from my shoulders? Am I evolving?

Just started the final season of Élite on Netflix and I was so distracted from everything but the series itself. Remember when Élite used to be good? Pepperidge Farm remembers...

Actually thinking about writing a book about my provincial drag career and my life... oh and how my ex-fiancé fucked a friend 2 months after our engagement. But then again, I’m too lazy 🤷🏼‍♂️

So, I overcame a certain kind of fear yesterday and approached a guy on the street (at Pride) and told him he’s good looking. We started talking and turns out he was into me. We made out and then he went home with me. We hooked up (kind of, since I haven’t done anal in years). He gave me the feeling of being so special, he know just what to say, he was sweet... just perfect. But it was a hook up. Why is my stupid gay ass now only thinking about him?!