This is officially my gayest birthday. Danced at the historic Stonewall Inn to Lady Gaga while eating pink cupcakes and wearing a gold plastic crown jeweled with miniature plastic breasts (thank you Mare-in Markey). Drank champagne from sippy cups and sobbed through not one, but two Broadway shows about singing queens.
Gender-nonconformists in sequined gowns just get me every time. Not to mention songs about how a little mascara can really turn your life around. These are themes that resonate.
You know what else gets me all choked up? You tube home videos.
Exhibits A and B: