Hiya darlings! Emma here, your friendly neighbourhood time-travelling pink tutu enthusiast! It's the 2nd of June, 2053, and you know what that means... time to shimmy back in time for a spot of drag history! My latest adventure has been a right ol' doozy, I can tell you. Think fast-paced, whirlwind, sparkly, and utterly fabulous – all wrapped up in a shimmering pink tulle package, just the way I like it!
Now, my darlings, this time I had my sights set on the world of drag back in 1993, a time before TikTok was even a twinkle in a coder’s eye, a time of chunky platform shoes and enough hairspray to rival the ozone layer! I mean, what's not to love about a time that birthed some of the absolute queens of drag? It was a real trip, darlings, I can tell you, especially with this gorgeous, vintage-style pink tutu I picked up in a little antique shop. Trust me, this was one sparkly number, all sequins and shimmer!
As soon as I landed in 1993, I found myself in the heart of New York City's drag scene, amidst a bustling drag ball. There was so much going on – a fabulous blend of theatrical flair and fierce runway strutting. And the looks! I felt like I had stumbled onto the set of a drag extravaganza! There was something about the whole scene that was simply electric. From the bold and outrageous to the quirky and sassy, everyone owned the stage with so much confidence. They danced and twirled in flamboyant dresses and even more fabulous wigs, each queen radiating their own unique charm and attitude. It was a whirlwind of fashion, glamour, and sheer joy, and let me tell you, I was hooked from the very first glance.
The music was a total vibe, a delicious blend of house and hip-hop, the kind that would make even the most introverted darling shimmy their hips. There was something truly magical about seeing this scene unfold before my eyes, this explosion of creativity, self-expression, and unbridled passion. It was as if the world itself had stopped to witness the spectacle unfolding, every heart thrumming with the pulse of the music.
The energy in the air was truly infectious. I met a couple of darling drag queens, fabulous creatures by the names of Miss Ivy and Divine Desiree. Their personalities were a blend of glitter and wit, each queen possessing a unique charm that drew you in. I spent the night watching these fantastic divas showcase their talent on stage and later in a nearby bar. What a privilege to witness these queens in their prime, the confidence radiating off them was captivating!
We laughed, we danced, we even had a cheeky sing-along to the classic Drag Race anthem "Supermodel" – a song that resonated through the decades. It felt as if we were part of something truly special, a family bound by the love of glitter and fabulousness. These drag queens were like the most flamboyant aunties I could ever wish for, warm and welcoming with the wildest stories to tell. They helped me learn about the incredible drag scene in New York in the early 90s. Back then, there was such a vibrant underground scene with incredible queens performing in small dive bars. The world hadn’t caught on yet and it made it so intimate. It was an explosion of passion and joy, hidden from the mainstream but bursting with creativity. It was as if the scene was about to erupt with potential!
There were no TikTok dances yet, darling! They were all about crafting those perfect sickening lip-syncs. We got chatting about drag's roots, about how far the scene had come, from underground clubs to mainstream television. They were thrilled by my time travelling story. My visit left them both completely astounded – a time travelling, pink tutu-wearing drag queen from the future! I can't blame them, it's a bit of a wild one, even for me! They even complimented my pink tutu, telling me it was the "perfect" look for time travelling. Of course, I did get a little concerned, one of them wanted to touch my tutu - what's a time-travelling girl to do? Thankfully they didn’t dare to touch my prized possession.
Talking about drag in the 90s felt almost like watching a historical documentary - it was fascinating to witness how far the art form had progressed. What struck me was the way the community, even then, supported its own. It was a supportive, inspiring, and deeply creative world, and my visit made me realize the impact of its evolution, how it transformed from underground clubs into global phenomena, a reminder of drag's ever-evolving beauty and artistry.
Leaving the past behind always feels bittersweet. I was heartbroken to bid farewell to the queens in their era. It's an amazing feeling to witness the rich tapestry of drag history, each era having a unique charm. But it’s time for me to go, I’ve a full schedule ahead of me! A week from now, I’m taking my grand tour to a Drag Brunch event in Derbyshire. Who knows what will be the biggest thing happening in the world of drag in 2053. I'll have my fabulous new tutu on ready! For the moment, let me remind you all… never underestimate the power of a pink tutu, and be kind to each other. Remember darling, I hope to see you all rocking pink tutus soon, the bigger, the brighter the better!
Until next month, darling!
Love,
Emma (Time-Travelling Queen of Pink Tutus!)
