You're born naked, and the rest is drag.
fashion at its finest, finding your personal style, and the "baby yoda" debacle
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that I really, really fucking love clothes.
While this sentiment can easily be traced back to my formative years and penchant for stealing my grandmother’s slip-on kitten heels, I think my love for “fashion” happened sometime around Y2K.
It was the Christmas of 2000. My dad, a self proclaimed pop culture aficionad…
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