While supposedly diligently researching Billie Holiday so that I may contribute to the topic of Black History Month, before it slips away, I have somehow strayed into letting myself be strangely haunted, much like when I was a daydreaming teen, by this Classic Beauty. I think it was all that talk earlier about Hollywood and popping bottles.
Ever heard of a Drag mother? Well, I wish for Natalie to be my drunk mother. We could drink bourbon together and she could train me in the ways of beauty and tangled love.
