Hello darlings!
Your girl Emma's back, and this time I'm practically busting out of my fabulous pink tutu – I'm so excited to tell you all about my latest trip through time!
This month, I'm heading to a special day - June 6th, 1948, and you wouldn't believe what I saw!
As a true lover of drag, I knew that June 6th would be an important day - the same day Judy Garland played at the Paramount Theater in New York City! A drag icon then, she's still inspiring generations today, and to be in the same place, even if 70 years later? Oh darling, my heart skipped a beat!
The first thing that struck me was how fabulous the people were. Even back in '48, they were experimenting with fashion. A few fellas were rocking their best bouffants, their suits impeccably tailored, their accessories practically dripping with charisma! And don't even get me started on the ladies!
I felt right at home at the Paramount - the lights were twinkling, the air thrummed with energy, and even if I didn't know what song was being played, everyone seemed to be dancing like nobody was watching! It was magnetic, darling.
Now, 1948 was an interesting time for the world of drag. Even though it was still illegal in most places, people were starting to be a little more tolerant (a term they didn't use back then!). And the Paramount itself? You wouldn't believe it, darling, but it was known for featuring drag performances! Even though those weren't openly advertised, people were gathering in secret, enjoying a show, a giggle, a moment of escapism! It was all very hush-hush, of course, but it was truly happening, even if it was only in whispers!
The energy of the room was just... magical. I caught glimpses of individuals, a mix of performers and the general public, with that unique flair, that unmistakable air of rebellion. It reminded me of how much drag has always been a celebration of self-expression, of stepping outside the box, of challenging the norm. I knew I wasn't just seeing a drag show; I was seeing the roots of a powerful and vibrant art form.
And speaking of vibrant, oh honey, that's how I chose to look! As you know, every trip comes with a new outfit, and for this adventure, I went for a majestic pink tutu fit for a princess, darling! My feather boa swayed in time with the music, my sequined headband sparkled like a disco ball, and my lipstick? Well, let's just say it was brighter than the stage lights. You bet I made sure everyone knew I'd arrived!
Of course, my adventures wouldn't be complete without a little bit of shopping. My visit to a charming vintage shop turned out to be a triumph, darling. I unearthed a delightful pair of lace gloves, just perfect for a night at the opera, and a hat, so bold and beautiful, that even those chic New York socialites gave me a knowing glance! It was my own little reminder of just how far the drag scene has come - we are now celebrating our boldness, our fashion choices, our stories in the open, and oh darling, the confidence, the creativity, is absolutely divine.
I gotta admit, darling, my heart swelled with pride that day. To see a time when things were challenging yet still bursting with creativity reminded me of how vital and powerful drag really is! It wasn't just a form of entertainment. It was a way for people to find solace, expression, and, in a sense, liberation. It was their escape, their haven, their haven... their Tutu Sanctuary.
This is what makes my time traveling so rewarding, my lovelies. It reminds me how vital, vibrant, and oh-so-essential drag is in our world.
You know, after the show, as I watched the sun set over New York City, a powerful feeling washed over me. This world, with all its beauty and struggles, deserves more pink tutus. So, as you embark on your day, remember - everyone deserves to wear a pink tutu, it's a reminder that we're all a little bit glamorous, a little bit daring, and a little bit ready to embrace the magic that lies within!
Until next month, darlings, stay fabulous and never stop shining!
XOXO
Emma
