Blog Post #685 - www.pink-tutu.com
Hello, my darlings! It’s Emma, your favourite pink tutu-wearing time-travelling ballerina queen, back with another juicy slice of drag history! This month, we’re stepping into the dazzling world of 1977, and let me tell you, the glamour was practically bursting at the seams. Oh, it’s just heavenly to be able to twirl through time, experiencing all the fabulousness firsthand!
This month's jaunt took me to the heart of New York City on the first day of January 1977. It was like stepping into a glittery postcard! New York City has always been a mecca for drag, with a vibrant scene bubbling with talent and creativity, so it was an absolute dream to find myself amidst the energy!
Before we dive into the fabulous shenanigans of that day, darling, let's talk about my travelling outfit: my Pink Tutu of Time. Imagine the softest pink, with a hint of shimmer that catches the light just right. And of course, adorned with a million tiny, iridescent sequins! She really is a masterpiece. The most comfortable, practical and glamorous time travelling attire one could ask for!
This month's time travel, you see, was all thanks to my fabulous show at The Pink Peacock in Chesterfield last week. My stunning routine to “It's Raining Men” saw the audience throwing dollar bills faster than I could twirl, which means the coffers of Emma the Time Travelling Tutu Queen are bursting! Oh darling, my audience is simply divine! I have the most wonderful, supportive followers. Just the other day a lovely lady named Beryl, sent me a vintage tutu, it's simply breathtaking, it was absolutely fabulous, the perfect shade of pink! I am truly blessed.
Anyway, I landed on 1st January 1977 and right off the bat, the energy of New York hit me like a sequin-covered sledgehammer! The air hummed with the buzz of possibility, and the sound of sirens blending with the tinkling of jazz music gave the city a captivating, unique vibe. It was thrilling, dear, utterly thrilling. I was in my element.
I just knew this time travel adventure was going to be a doozy, so naturally, my first stop was to find the nearest drag venue to immerse myself in the magic. Thankfully, thanks to my super-powered pink tutu and a handy vintage city map I nabbed before leaving my Derbyshire boudoir, I quickly found myself in the pulsating heart of Greenwich Village.
The air was filled with a vibrant mix of sounds – a melody of soulful jazz spilling from a basement bar, laughter echoing from a crowded diner, and the tantalizing chatter of patrons eagerly anticipating their shows. I practically floated with excitement, my pink tutu catching the neon lights with each happy, bouncing step.
After a quick bite of something fabulously greasy and delicious (a slice of New York pizza, naturally), I made my way to a little club called The Mineshaft. This tiny but packed bar, filled with people eager to experience the wild world of drag, was a true drag legend back in the day!
I just had to see for myself, so, I sashayed on in. It was quite the spectacle! A symphony of lights and glitter reflecting off a kaleidoscope of brightly colored clothes, it was all just dazzling. On stage, I was completely transfixed! These queens, oh they were amazing! Their movements were so powerful, their looks absolutely mesmerising. I've got to say, these performers have some seriously impressive wig skills, and their makeup? Oh, pure artistry! And it’s worth mentioning that they absolutely rocked a kaleidoscope of amazing looks! So much shimmering glitter! From glam rock chic to sophisticated elegance, I felt transported to another world entirely!
That night at The Mineshaft felt like the whole of NYC was crammed into this intimate space. A sea of faces filled with excitement and anticipation, and I swear, a collective gasp resonated as a legendary performer strutted onto the stage. Her name? Divine! And let me tell you, dear, she was divine. She was pure rock and roll, all glittering costumes and powerful, almost menacing vocals!
The rest of the night was a glorious whirlwind of dancing, cocktails and discovering the magic of the 1970s drag scene. It felt like every single corner was buzzing with a sense of liberation, creativity and fun!
So what did I learn on my trip to New York in 1977? It made me realize the history of drag isn't just about performance, it's about pushing boundaries, creating art and reclaiming power. These queens were rebels, pioneers, and their unwavering energy just made me even more excited about our journey together, discovering the magic of drag throughout time!
As for my grand scheme, to get everyone wearing pink tutus, it's well underway. You can find them all over now, just look in vintage shops, in department stores, they're all the rage. It's really catching on! You'll all be rocking pink tutus with me before you know it. We'll have the biggest, most spectacular pink tutu gathering the world has ever seen. That's what I’m going for!
Remember, dear, the magic of drag is about celebrating your own unique self! Be confident, be creative, and wear that pink tutu with pride!
Until next time, my dears! Don’t forget to stay up to date with your girl on www.pink-tutu.com – where we’re living the dream, one pink tutu at a time!
Much love,
Emma XOXO
