Hello darlings! Itās your favourite time-travelling, pink-tutu-loving queen, Emma, back with another sparkly escapade through the annals of drag history!
This month, we're soaring through the cosmic rainbow to the 5th of May, 2061! Now, before you gasp, darling, let me assure you, I havenāt gone completely bonkers, this is the future, remember? Though, I must confess, when the calendar flashed "2061" on my time-travelling tutu, even I felt a tingle of disbelief. The year 2061! It practically shimmers with a glamorous, futuristic air. Like a shimmering sequined disco ball under a pink laser light show.
Speaking of glamorous futures, itās not like I can reveal too much about the world of 2061, you know how it is with those pesky temporal paradoxes! But letās just say the drag scene is as fierce as ever! My first port of call was, of course, the Drag Museum of London (I know, darling, I do adore museums!). It was a positively glorious spectacle! We're talking towering mannequins dressed in the most outrageous vintage ensembles you can imagine, accompanied by holographic displays showcasing decades of drag royalty. They even had a section dedicated to the iconic history of the pink tutu ā a beautiful display with, wouldn't you know it, my very own blog featured front and centre! Iām just a tiny bit tickled pink!
Right next door to the museum, I found a fabulous drag street festival. Imagine the hustle and bustle of Covent Garden market, but replace the charming flower sellers with dazzling drag queens, flamboyant makeup artists, and the sassiest, glitziest performances youāve ever witnessed! It was pure, unadulterated, drag heaven. It made me miss the Derbyshire markets dearly (you should see the rhubarb in Matlock on a Saturday!).
Now, I couldn't possibly pass up the opportunity to see some 2061 shows! I've got to say, the drag scene here is absolutely out of this world! In the spirit of full disclosure, it was more futuristic than I could ever have imagined. Forget flashing lights, we're talking interactive holographic projection shows that practically pulled you onto the stage, combined with incredible vocal technology that was, dare I say it, even more stunning than that amazing digital Cher voice effect you see at certain shows. They're still obsessed with those iconic looks!
After a quick stop for some holographic popcorn (seriously, a must-have!) and an astronomical price for a cocktail (a bit of a shocker, darling), I hit up the world-famous Drag Theatre in Soho. The interior was stunning, dripping in Art Deco decadence with holographic projections swirling over the plush velvet seats andā¦ you guessed itā¦ shimmering pink! The stage was, well, practically a futuristic fairytale. Think of a mix of Londonās West End glamour and the fantastical glitz of The Wiz.
I had the pleasure of seeing a drag superstar who was apparently a āclone of a drag queen clone from the 1970sā (those timelines in drag always get confusing!). But believe me this ācloneā queen knew how to work the holographic set. Their performance was electric, dynamic, and captivating! If you can imagineā¦ Imagine being serenaded by a digital rendition of We Are Family sung by a rainbow-sequined robot with a sassy side ponytail (again, darling, not in my reality!)ā¦ itās almost indescribable.
But what's even more fabulous, is the resurgence of traditional drag across the globe. The drag scene in 2061 seems to embrace its history wholeheartedly! One particularly charming troupe called themselves āThe Time Travellers.ā They paid homage to classic styles, complete with flamboyant costumes from the golden age of drag and dazzling performances filled with iconic showtunes and Broadway staples!
Now, one might think this future, technologically-advanced world would be full of robots and spacefaring outfitsā¦ and theyāre not wrongā¦ But one thing remains unchanged - the heart of drag. You still find these brilliant performers who just want to share joy, love, and a sprinkle of theatrical glitter. And it was all powered by the passion for performance, storytelling, and a love for making people laugh and cry and experience life through their dazzling interpretations of who they are, who they've always been, and who they aspire to be!
Even in the year 2061, we are reminded of the truly ageless appeal of a pink tutu. It is a symbol of hope, joy, and boundless imagination. That little tutu holds the power to transport us to other worlds, other times, and other dimensions! Itās a magical piece of clothing, isnāt it, my dear? Itās about making a statement - *Iām here, Iām fabulous, Iām ready to dance! * And frankly, isnāt that exactly what we all want to say in life, every now and then?
My darlings, you must forgive me, it's time for this pink-tutu-loving diva to go! But before I zip off back to Derbyshire, do promise me this: take a peek at your wardrobe - can you spot a pink tutu? No? I canāt believe it! Donāt tell me you're lacking a little bit of je ne sais quoi in your life? Thereās nothing quite like slipping into a pink tutu and twirling around your living room, is there? Even if itās only to yourself, you'll be in a mood fit for a queen, I promise!
Until next month, stay sassy and keep on twirling!
Lots of love,
Emma xoxo
Don't forget, my dearies, to visit www.pink-tutu.com and explore the world of drag history with me! You can also support my time-travelling endeavours with a fabulous drag performance of your own! Every performance makes history, and thatās what we are about! āØ
