They call me Stasi -- a Hell's Kitchen original.  Born from noise, built from eyeliner and instinct, I started my drag career in the moody Pacific Northwest pageant scene where I was universally encouraged to move to the Big Apple, New York motherfucking City.  I clawed my way to the top, one performance at a time, one competition at a time, until the city had no choice but to learn my name.

I'm not the "feel good" queen.  I'm the "holy shit did you see that" queen.  I perform like I'm fighting off the end of the world, but like, fashionable too.  My drag isn't clean and sterile -- it's alive and scintillating.  My glam bites back, bitches.

Find me ruling Hell's Kitchen -- the beating heart of the city -- where real drag queens work and legends are made.  Tens of thousands of queens across the country aspire to be a booked and blessed drag queen, but only an elite handful are paying their bills full time in New York City.  And I'm one of them.  

Follow the chaos on IG @stasinyc!

-xoxo Stasi 💋