Hiya darlings, welcome back to my little corner of the internet, Pink-Tutu.com! This month, it's time to don our sparkly shoes and glitter up our fabulous selves for a jaunt to the Big Apple, circa 1972. But this isn't just any trip, my dears, we're off to a legendary, historical, and downright iconic spot: the Stonewall Inn!
Oh, how I simply adore time travel. In my trusty, shimmering pink tutu (it has pockets, you know!), I simply swirl and twirl, and suddenly, poof! I'm off to a whole new era! And believe me, there's nothing quite like strutting through the streets of New York City, feeling the pulse of history buzzing all around you.
You know me, darling, always obsessed with all things fashion. My eyes nearly popped out of my head at the sheer audacity of the fashion in 1972. Platform shoes with outrageous heights, flowing bell-bottoms with flamboyant prints, and everything glittered and shimmered. The spirit of creativity was truly vibrant! I must admit, I felt a tad envious, these looks were so chic and rebellious, in the best way, of course. And as for the hair! Big, bold, and totally fabulous.
As the sun began to set, casting the streets in a warm, golden glow, I knew the time had come to see the famous Stonewall Inn. Oh, the excitement! My heart thumped like a drum solo at the thought of experiencing history in the making. I mean, it wasn't the glitziest establishment, it was definitely on the grittier side, but there was a special magic in the air.
Inside, the atmosphere was electrifying! The music, oh, the music! I found myself lost in the rhythms, tapping my feet, my tutu swishing, just ready to dance. And dancing they were, the drag queens! Imagine, darlings, the fierce expressions, the daring costumes! They weren't shy about flaunting their talents, oh no, these queens were powerful and uninhibited. Their struts and poses had the whole place enthralled.
Let me tell you, the drag in 1972 was so bold, so unique. There was this queen, let's call her “Blossom," with the most brilliant wig of auburn curls that could've rivaled the queen herself. Her costume was a vintage evening gown that had seen better days, but she'd totally transformed it, adding layers of shimmery netting and sparkling embellishments, making it the absolute epitome of recycled glamour. She sashayed with such energy, a force of nature, you could almost see the crowd melt beneath her power.
And then, there was “Candy," the true epitome of '70s glamour. Her emerald green pantsuit had flares so wide, they could have hosted their own fashion show. She topped it with a sequin-laden vest that sparkled even under the dim light. Candy's performance, let me tell you, had everyone clapping and cheering, her voice filled with such raw talent and passion.
Of course, being in the middle of the Stonewall Inn's famed history, there was also a certain air of tension in the air. I could feel the strong emotions beneath the glitz and glamour. This place wasn't just a bar, darling, it was a symbol, a rallying point for the fight for equality.
And yet, amidst the simmering rebellion, there was also this feeling of joy, a shared sense of belonging and acceptance. I could see why it became such a sanctuary, a beacon of hope for a community desperately seeking their own voice. As the night went on, I saw this beautiful community, with their individual struggles, coming together to share their story, their vulnerability, and their undeniable strength.
As I slipped back through time in my magical tutu, my heart felt full of gratitude. Thank you, Stonewall, for showing the world the raw beauty of human connection, the fight for equality, and the intoxicating power of self-expression! It truly showed the spirit of drag at its very best, reminding me of why I wear my own pink tutu so proudly.
And to my dears, my darlings, take inspiration from those queens who strutted their stuff back in 1972. Wear your colours, strut your stuff, find your own dazzling way to shine. Let's embrace that powerful spirit of resilience, acceptance, and creative expression. It's our legacy to carry on, my darlings! And to everyone, let's all try to get everyone wearing a pink tutu.
Until next month, remember, you're absolutely fabulous, and always wear your heart on your sleeve, or on your sequined top!
All my love,
Emma x
