They don’t call me the city’s best-kept open secret for nothing.

By day, I’m the perfect good boy — a visionary with big plans for the world. By night, however, I’m a blonde angel with even bigger heels.

I wear my feathers and my future visions with equal pride, smile mischievously into the mirror and think: Why rock just one gender when you can have them all?

Open like a convertible in summer, contagious like glitter (once you’ve seen me, you’ll never get rid of me).

I don’t collect stamps — I collect sparkling eyes and loud laughter. My life motto: If you’re going to stand out, do it with style, fluttering lashes, latex, and a wink that comes with doors and zippers included.

Come closer… I only bite if you want me to.

Or if the music is good. Then I simply dance right over your comfort zone. In heels. Backwards. With confetti.