The curtain was heavy, deep red, carrying the dust of forgotten nights.
This was where our rebellion began.
Every pose, every glance, every sparkle played with gender and performance - not quietly, but with the confidence of someone who knows that identity is meant to be shown, not hidden.
It was a dance between staging and sincerity: 1920s elegance intertwined with modern defiance. A body celebrating itself.
A character that is both art and reality.










