confessions of an accessories curator #6

back in the pre-covid days… there was this drag beauty pageant in the village. it was whole-ass chaos backstage - fake tiddies & faker hair flying everywhere. but your girl qu33ni3 stayed kooler than jesus, working my duct tape magic to save the day!

that's when “he” appeared - this total snacc of a man, handing out coffees to the staff. "i'm tariq and i'm lebanese," he purred in this sultry voice. i'll admit, i was confused at first - was that supposed to mean something special? but when a guy like that talks… girl, everything’s special. 😜

we ended up following him around like a couple of lost puppies as instructed, completely mesmerized by that flawless little booty of his. like a tiny perfect diamond it was. at first, i thought he might be some drag queen's houseboy. but no, turns out his dad owns the whole club! he was just spending his summer in the city, and his dad gave him the shittiest intern work (albeit at the best events!) so he’d learn from the bottom. heh what a cute little bottom. 

later that night, we ended up at this 24-hour diner, sipping turkish coffee and sharing fries. lemme tell you, the way that boy charmed me had my thighs feeling jelly-ish. the accent, the confidence, the sultry eyes - yep, totally under his spell. we ended up becoming pretty good friends too, which is just the cherry on top.