The next time a guy invites me over never the first thing I’m going to say when I step into their apartment is, “Wow, these chairs look great! What are they? Form Decor?” and if they don’t ‘get’ it, deal’s off we’re through.
everytime I unfollow someone I say “and ..(insert url).. sashay…away…”
RuPaul’s Drag Race isn’t exactly known as a show that’ll take you to church. But in a matter of weeks, one of the queens has managed to whip up an unlikely revival in the workroom.
That queen would be Latrice Royale.
Even casual references of RPDR among friends invites regurgitating RuPaul’s cheeky ‘ladyboy’ puns, shade throwing between queens, and the theatrics when queens “lip sync for your life” to avoid elimination. But something feels different this time, compared to seasons past: in some moments, I feel like I’m going to church.
A top four contender in the race to become “America’s Next Drag Superstar,” Latrice Royale has morphed into a motherly figure, moderating (or sitting back and sipping her tea) the insane cattiness between most of the queens.
In a few of her many golden moments, she recites or belts out her trademark spiritual so the queens can laugh, sing along and even have some good ‘ole church.