EW follows the RuPaul’s Drag Race star before she hits the stage at one of her concerts.
Read on for a minute-by-minute breakdown of Trixies pre-concert process.
:Running on drag queen time, Im approximately 10 minutes late for Trixies sound check.
Credit: Albert Sanchez
Whos playing in there tonight?
he asks, pointing to the concert hall next door.
5:30 p.m.:After rubbing a brush over her wrist, Trixie picks up a guitar.
Albert Sanchez
(I dont, but I can).
You better get into it.
5:35 p.m.: Its time for the meet & greet to start.
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Brandon takes us up a flight of stairs.
En route, Trixie describes her fanbase as a lot of sobbing, lesbian teens.
As we reach the upper level, I sense that Trixie feels apprehensive about the meet & greet.
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Meeting new people in such quick succession is overwhelming for her.
I invited [Pittsburgh native]Sharon Needlestonight, but shes performing in Taiwan.
It tastes like fire.
5:37 p.m.:The door opens and a wall of (mostly chick-rock) music hits us.
I made the pre-show playlist!
Trixie exclaims in her signature white girl voice.
Im eyeing the stage when I hear a surging gay rumble in the distance.
Dont look them in the eye!
5:39 p.m.:The meet & greet begins.
Trixie called her a shoulder slut for wearing a sweater that ended just below her clavicle.
5:42 p.m.:Three minutes in, we have our first crier.
I named my bird after you and she died, the young woman says of a dearly departed parakeet.
Its unclear if Trixie is moved or amused or both.
5:49 p.m.:Cue crier No.
Tears for WomenTM arent just forwomen.
Trixie warms his hands in hers.
The sentiment is ruined when the people behind him immediately dab in Trixies general direction.
The chorus of Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge plays in the background.
The juxtaposition is ludicrous.
6:08 p.m.:A straight couple approaches.
The guy looks familiar.
He dislikes the photo.
Youre too close, he says to Trixie, and repositions her.
The next one is okay.
Where can I pick up my gift bag?
he asks, curtly.
Because Imnotstaying for the show.
6:12 p.m.:A twink in aBianca Del Rioshirt rushes Trixie.
This is my dust cover, he squeals, removing it to reveal a Trixie top underneath.
6:16 p.m.:A lady wearing a black-lace dress and crimson hair no longer goes by her birth name.
Shes now Halloween slut.
(Trixies slut count: four).
6:20 p.m.:A womans phone dies just before she reaches Trixie.
She slams it onto a table with lesbian-caliber force.
6:23 p.m.:A giddy teenager named Levi asks Trixie to record a video for him.
Weve departed slut territory for the prestige isle of escorts.
Their mother cries as Trixie hugs them.
at Trixie while both precious youths are still within earshot.
They tell Trixie shes gorgeous 30 times.
before blind-purchasing tickets and dumping a bucket of glitter onto their heads before entering.
Trixie flashes a deeply concerned look.
It remains unclear whether the women will survive the evening.
I really hope I dont have to throw them out, Trixie repeats.
6:35 p.m.:The meet & greet ends.
Theres a row of floor-to-ceiling windows behind Trixie.
She likens the setup to old-schoolTRL, turns around, and gyrates her pelvis toward the people below.
6:47 p.m.:I ask if Trixie ever has to deal with groupies on the road.
She has an open relationship with her boyfriend, but she doesnt like to sleep with fans.
That doesnt mean they dont hit on her.
I know theres people in the industry, Im sure, who are like, You tookthatgig?
But theyre not embarrassed of me or this show.
This is their opportunity.
We have to start giving straight people a chance.
6:59 p.m.:We talk about thebusinesswoman specialof being a drag queen on the road.
We end up being a lesson to them.
Trixies also running a cosmetics line on the road.
But, such is the hustle for a woman who has to essentially pay for her entire tour.
Its a huge chunk of money I have to make back before I pay myself, she explains.
I dont even want to dwell on it, but Im not making fun of people in wheelchairs.
The fun thing about being Trixie is I have no accountability because Im not even a real person.
Not only are you making it about you, but you dont know what my story is.
Now youre telling me howImallowed to process [my trauma]?
7:25 p.m.:I use Trixies bathroom, where there are RuPauls DragCon slides on the floor.
7:30 p.m.:Trixie hands me her phone to show off her tour schedule.
The screen protector is slightly cracked, and its completely covered in caked powder in various Caucasian hues.
7:40 p.m.:Brandon assists Trixie with her outfits.
Four impossibly large looks somehow fit under a black-and-white dress on Trixies body.
Its the reverse-reveal, the layering of clothing that will be ripped off in spectacular fashion on stage.
7:47 p.m.:Vocal warm-ups begin.
Trixie sings, makes undecipherable noises with her mouth, and says things like Ooh, the claw!
Im told this is (borderline) essential.
The lack of context is hilarious.
7:54 p.m.:I notice a sign on the door that says Oompa Loompa-body ass bitch.
7:58 p.m.:Trixie and I take a photo together in her makeup mirror.
There are a pair of earrings on the table, gifted by a fan.
Both pieces spell out the word P-I-S-S in individual beads above vials of yellow liquid.
Trixie thinks its gross.
8 p.m.:The show starts (spoilers for which you wont find here, but its good.
Drag, stand-up comedy, live music, and audience-shaming.
Buy a ticket, sluts).
9:35 p.m.:The show ends.
The drunk divas lived to crash another drag show.
I head backstage to say goodbye and witness Trixie de-dragging.
All I can think is:Whata makeup slut.
