I’m heading to the RuPaul Drag Race Premiere Party tonight – yay, me! It’s only the dream of a lifetime for a Hollywood girl. Here’s my problem – I’m wearing a leopard print Cavalli, and yet, I’m sure I’m going to be the most masculine-looking thing there. Seriously. These girls put me to shame – it took a group of drag queens to show me how to be a woman.

What’s a guyish-girl to do?

And I refuse to tuck, baby.

Word.

G.

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