“One Rotten Tooth”
September 14, 2018

September 14, 2018

I had the strange but wonderful pleasure of meeting Chrissy while taking a stroll on Manhattan’s Lower West Side.
“I knew I was a girl from the age of 5 or 6. There was no denying it. When the boys were out playing sports I was home trying my mom’s dresses and high-heel shoes. Now I celebrate who I am with entertainment. I’m a drag queen.”
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Having lived in the United States for a few years, I have either struggled to understand democracy in practice or struggled to keep up with it.