HEY, I’M BRAE ✨

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Thot Theologian, Drag Artist, Pup Play.

Exploring the Divine through play, kink, and creativity.

  • Brae

    Queer, thoughtful, and unapologetically me. I explore faith, self-expression, and creativity with honesty and courage.

  • Harlot Grace

    Drag is my scripture, sequins my sacraments. Bold, eccentric, and prophetic—I turn performance into truth and fun into power.

  • Pup Foxy

    Playful, adventurous, and kink-positive. I live in joy and freedom, embracing curiosity, connection, and the thrill of being fully alive.

  • Being queer isn’t a performance; it’s a commitment to living fully, freely, and unapologetically.

    Brae

  • I see the world through glitter and prophecy—every performance a declaration of freedom.

    Harlot Grace

  • Curiosity is power. Adventure is home.

    Pup Foxy

  • I move through the world as myself, and that’s revolutionary enough.

    Brae

  • The more outrageous the costume, the deeper the message.

    Harlot Grace

  • Being fully alive means embracing your quirks and your desires without apology.

    Pup Foxy

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This year’s Atlanta Pride theme was Rooted in Resistance. 🌈 And baby, I felt that in every beat, every body, every breath. 💃🏽✨ All weekend I was surrounded by my people — dancing at Horse Meat Disco 🪩 and Club Bad, laughing until sun
Home has always been complicated. I grew up in spaces that told me my body was something to hide, something to discipline, something to mistrust. They said desire was dangerous. They said pleasure was shameful. And somewhere along the way, I started
This weekend, I went back to my childhood home and surprised my family. Driving through the streets where I grew up, I felt the ghost of a storm. A tornado tore through here a few years ago—flattening homes, scattering memories, leaving silence
I used to think becoming was something I had to do alone. That healing was this solo mission, that strength meant figuring it out without needing anyone. But that story started to unravel the moment I let people love me. Real love—not the curat
Labels can be helpful—sometimes even lifesaving. Finding language like “top,” “bottom,” “verse,” “masc,” or “pup” gave me a way to see myself when the world was still trying to tell me
My first time in New York. My first time traveling for Pride. And something in me shifted. I’ve carried so many versions of myself—quiet ones, scared ones, ones that needed to hide just to survive. But the version that showed up this wee
I didn’t always know how to be seen. I grew up learning how to fit in: say the right things, believe the right things, check the right boxes. I got real good at shrinking. I could disappear into obedience like it was scripture. And for a while
Sun’s out, thighs out, emotional growth in progress. Memorial Day was giving: queer joy, a little awkwardness, and a lot of becoming. Confidence doesn’t always arrive with a bang—sometimes it shows up mid-pose while you’re wo
Leather. Neon. Body-ody-ody. Don’t just show up— ARRIVE. From the sunlit thirst trap to the dancefloor glow-up, consider this your reminder: queer joy is resistance, and I’m dressed for the revolution. Catch me serving Fenty meets

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