It’s shortly after 3am in the morning, when Blue Boy Club – Malaysia’s oldest drag bar – starts to empty out. As the last of the night’s guests stroll out arm-in-arm into a dimly lit alley in Bukit Bintang, Kuala Lumpur, the club’s metal shutters are pulled down and its front door is locked.
Inside, huddled around two tables cluttered with tall glasses, sit the bar manager, a few patrons and the night’s drag artists. The music is low and spotlights are dimmed from the panelled, technicoloured stage. Cigarette smoke plumes from the painted lips of the drag artists who have removed their wigs and eyelashes, and changed out of their sequined dresses. They sit slumped in their chairs, exhausted.
Inside, huddled around two tables cluttered with tall glasses, sit the bar manager, a few patrons and the night’s drag artists. The music is low and spotlights are dimmed from the panelled, technicoloured stage. Cigarette smoke plumes from the painted lips of the drag artists who have removed their wigs and eyelashes, and changed out of their sequined dresses. They sit slumped in their chairs, exhausted.
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