Look how delightfully inconsistent I’m going to be this weekend! No post for a couple weeks, and then two pop out of nowhere in a couple days. What can I say? I promised to do some writing, and I did!
I mentioned feeling exhausted a couple days ago, and on Friday morning, I hit the wall. I was feeling hormonal, tired, feverish and kinda grumpy. This was when I knew it was time to unleash…my lucky shirt. I won it while watching RuPaul’s Drag Race at a gay bar.
It is a more Prenticey and sexy version of the Three Wolf Moon shirt. Basically…
Now, I know nobody else who owns this shirt, but I truly believe this supernatural garment has over 9,000 times the magical abilities as three wolf moon. AND it looks totally awesome. I actually have two shirts. One is an XXL, and I plan to craft it into an 80’s-style, shirt dress talisman for nights when I need a little luck with a pair of leopard leggings to match.
I ♥ this shirt so much that I wrote a sonnet about it. Enjoy.
When dawning days desperately need magic,
I have a fever, 99.3,
my mood’s amiss, the world seems so tragic,
until I call the power of a tee,
On days like this not any shirt will do,
no slinky blouse nor flirty baby doll,
nor tanks or camis I can slip into,
for on a day like this I need RuPaul!
The RuPaul Shirt’s power is quite obscene.
Low self esteem nor drama can go far,
as I transform into a fierce-ass queen,
cloaked in this garment, won at a gay bar.
Some may find my lucky shirt a quirk,
to skeptics I say “Girl, you better work!”