I am, or will be eventually, Aria Nicholas. No, I'm not confused about my identity, quite the opposite actually. I am secure enough in my masculinity, what little I claim to possess, to wrap myself in the persona of what the world refers to as a drag queen.
This blog is my journey, my thoughts, my rantings, my opinions, and many other things that I haven't truly discovered yet. This blog is the closet I once had to hide in to protect myself from the spiteful place that is the world, and it is the closet where I shall reinvent myself. This blog is the venue by which my ideas will be exposed to the great big monster known as the internet for all to see, critique, ridicule, absorb, listen, or whatever else that individual may need to feel good about themselves.
I feel that this post so far has been very poetic and deep in meaning, I wouldn't expect that to be a constant. I have my moments of fluid poetic eloquence, but in the same breath that moment may switch to "Bitch, don't make me rip out yo weave!" Like everyone I have my moods of lucidity and moments that are as clear as mud. I hope to keep this blog on the side of clarity, but knowing myself the way I do, and I think I know me pretty well, I wouldn't hold my breath.
On that note, this blog is going to house my foray into the fabulously insane world of drag, the makeup, the wigs, the fake tits, the heels, the rhinestone, the uncomfortable things we men must do to mimic the female form. Some posts may be a video or a picture of something that inspired me for either a look, or a performance. Some posts may be product reviews of things that drag queens use on a regular basis: makeup, wigs, corsetry, jewelry, or anything else I may think is relevant to the topic at hand. And, as it is a blog, some posts may just be the fevered ranting of a retail employee gone mad.
That being said, allow me to welcome you to Aria's Closet.
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