DRAGS NOT DEAD : The Nightmare Before Queerness

It's that time of year, where being queer means awkward family dinners, ignored dietary requirements and drunken political arguments with Uncle Tory and Auntie Karen! So before Tranma gets run over by a Reindeer, let's throw our own Festivus in league with Krampus and Jack Skellington, with your chosen family of drag Kings, Queens, royalties unforeseen, and whatever's in between - which is nobody's fucking businesss but your own! Slay the Dismay Away with your host Thot Mess, drink, dance, be drastic, plastic and fanfucking tastic, with a night celebrating exactly what makes you, unapologetically YOU. 

Bring your swarm, your squad, your troops and thigh high hoofs for an unforgettable night, unless of course you overindulge in Margarita's murderous egg-nog. 

This is an all inclusive, gender-brutal, tribalistically takatāpui ceremonial hui 

So be respectful, or risk having your chestnuts roasted on an open fire.