Why do I do drag?

My drag is a love letter to my younger self. Growing up in the suburbs of Philly, I naturally felt like an outcast, and “fag” was a word I grew accustomed to. I loved Polly Pocket and didn’t feel like I had the right to be a “man.” All I wanted to do was paint my nails pink, be Eponine in Les Mis, and collect Beanie Babies. I remember telling my mom that if Tom Boys were a thing, then I was a “Sally Girl.”--What a precious babe. As I grew up, I still had the same confusion about my gender, and found that drag was a beautiful art form to explore it. In drag, I can do all the things I wanted to do as a little kid and teenager--all the things I was bullied for because they were "too girlie," and celebrate them!