Stroking my Ebony (it's not what you think it is), Being an ultimate couch potato, read, eating cereals 24/7. Being blown away by over-the-top Drag perfomances. Love Queer individuals. Cleaning the toilet,sanitising, Obsessing about my zit plantation and long overdued baby fats, And of course, the love of my life, money. It's never enough. Bearing Michael Jackson's children appears to be on my goals list.
Men who adorn thick make up. Gorgeous men, might I add. Gorgeous women with thick makeup are always welcomed with open arms too. Key word: gorgeous. If this word does not describe you whatsoever, and self appraisal is NOT accepted, you can make a U turn to which ever way u were from. And I get the prerogative to decide whether you are the drag queen I have been waiting for. Because insignificance is uninvited. Alternatively, you could sell your soul to Lucifer.
Anything jazz, nu jazz, acid jazz, latin jazz, basement jazz, Freyja, Michael Buble, Diana Krall, Frank Sinatra, Norah Jones, Ella Fitzgerald, also Alanis Morisette, Bjork. Bossa Nova, Blues, Cuban Music. And not forgetting the Legendary, Inimitable Michael Jackson
Dancer in the Dark (B'cos Bjork is simply and extraordinarily enchanting), Chicago, Mary Poppins... I can't get enough of musicals that are 3-hour long, or more!! And what the hell, I even enjoy bloody longwinded and annoyingly superficial Bollywood movies!
Hotel World by Ali Smith is haunting. Go read it.