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G aka Ma Demoizelle Surprises - Artist | Place Louise "Until a few years ago I used to work in a bank. I wasn’t doing drag. I was just an ordinary guy... One night, I was in a bar, having a good time with my friends. Suddenly, a guy started talking to me and he was suspiciously interested in me... insisting he’d buy me drinks or taking me home. I declined politely and left the bar shortly after.  What I didn’t realise was that he followed me home. And when I got to my building, he jumped on me and pushed a knife on my lower back while asking for my wallet. Of course I had heard of this kind of robbery... being picked up in a gay bar by a guy that pretends to be gay, but it never happened to anyone in my circle of friends... Therefore it didn’t seem so real.  I managed to escape with the help of two guys that were passing by... but he did manage to get my wallet and take my money and cards.  Before that, I always thought Brussels is a safe place. I was living in the city center, after all... When I started doing drag, I obviously became more noticeable. All the sex workers and drug dealers that do their thing around Bourse knew me, because the bar where I perform is two streets away.  One night I was going home and a big guy started insulting me. When I’m in drag I feel more powerful. I say things I wouldn’t normally dare... I’m more brave. So I thought I could get away with a witty comment and a smile. But it didn’t work. This guy was really going to hurt me. He was scary.  Then, one of the drug dealers that used to say “Bonsoir, Mademoiselle!” to me every now and then... came out of nowhere and told this guy: “Don’t touch Papi!”. I felt so relieved. Cause this guy was scary too. I don’t even know his name... but he knew me. And by protecting me that night I realised he treated me like I’m just another ordinary guy. I was his neighbor after all”. #nakedinbrussels #nohomophobia #noplumofobia #noxenophobia #noracism #fightstereotypes
G aka Ma Demoizelle Surprises - Artist | Place Louise "Until a few years ago I used to work in a bank. I wasn’t doing drag. I was just an ordinary guy... One night, I was in a bar, having a good time with my friends. Suddenly, a guy started talking to me and he was suspiciously interested in me... insisting he’d buy me drinks or taking me home. I declined politely and left the bar shortly after.  What I didn’t realise was that he followed me home. And when I got to my building, he jumped on me and pushed a knife on my lower back while asking for my wallet. Of course I had heard of this kind of robbery... being picked up in a gay bar by a guy that pretends to be gay, but it never happened to anyone in my circle of friends... Therefore it didn’t seem so real.  I managed to escape with the help of two guys that were passing by... but he did manage to get my wallet and take my money and cards.  Before that, I always thought Brussels is a safe place. I was living in the city center, after all... When I started doing drag, I obviously became more noticeable. All the sex workers and drug dealers that do their thing around Bourse knew me, because the bar where I perform is two streets away.  One night I was going home and a big guy started insulting me. When I’m in drag I feel more powerful. I say things I wouldn’t normally dare... I’m more brave. So I thought I could get away with a witty comment and a smile. But it didn’t work. This guy was really going to hurt me. He was scary.  Then, one of the drug dealers that used to say “Bonsoir, Mademoiselle!” to me every now and then... came out of nowhere and told this guy: “Don’t touch Papi!”. I felt so relieved. Cause this guy was scary too. I don’t even know his name... but he knew me. And by protecting me that night I realised he treated me like I’m just another ordinary guy. I was his neighbor after all”. #nakedinbrussels #nohomophobia #noplumofobia #noxenophobia #noracism #fightstereotypes
G aka Ma Demoizelle Surprises - Artist | Place Louise "Until a few years ago I used to work in a bank. I wasn’t doing drag. I was just an ordinary guy... One night, I was in a bar, having a good time with my friends. Suddenly, a guy started talking to me and he was suspiciously interested in me... insisting he’d buy me drinks or taking me home. I declined politely and left the bar shortly after.  What I didn’t realise was that he followed me home. And when I got to my building, he jumped on me and pushed a knife on my lower back while asking for my wallet. Of course I had heard of this kind of robbery... being picked up in a gay bar by a guy that pretends to be gay, but it never happened to anyone in my circle of friends... Therefore it didn’t seem so real.  I managed to escape with the help of two guys that were passing by... but he did manage to get my wallet and take my money and cards.  Before that, I always thought Brussels is a safe place. I was living in the city center, after all... When I started doing drag, I obviously became more noticeable. All the sex workers and drug dealers that do their thing around Bourse knew me, because the bar where I perform is two streets away.  One night I was going home and a big guy started insulting me. When I’m in drag I feel more powerful. I say things I wouldn’t normally dare... I’m more brave. So I thought I could get away with a witty comment and a smile. But it didn’t work. This guy was really going to hurt me. He was scary.  Then, one of the drug dealers that used to say “Bonsoir, Mademoiselle!” to me every now and then... came out of nowhere and told this guy: “Don’t touch Papi!”. I felt so relieved. Cause this guy was scary too. I don’t even know his name... but he knew me. And by protecting me that night I realised he treated me like I’m just another ordinary guy. I was his neighbor after all”. #nakedinbrussels #nohomophobia #noplumofobia #noxenophobia #noracism #fightstereotypes
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G aka Ma Demoizelle Surprises - Artist | Place Louise "Until a few years ago I used to work in a bank. I wasn’t doing drag. I was just an ordinary guy... One night, I was in a bar, having a good time with my friends. Suddenly, a guy started talking to me and he was suspiciously interested in me... insisting he’d buy me drinks or taking me home. I declined politely and left the bar shortly after.  What I didn’t realise was that he followed me home. And when I got to my building, he jumped on me and pushed a knife on my lower back while asking for my wallet. Of course I had heard of this kind of robbery... being picked up in a gay bar by a guy that pretends to be gay, but it never happened to anyone in my circle of friends... Therefore it didn’t seem so real.  I managed to escape with the help of two guys that were passing by... but he did manage to get my wallet and take my money and cards.  Before that, I always thought Brussels is a safe place. I was living in the city center, after all... When I started doing drag, I obviously became more noticeable. All the sex workers and drug dealers that do their thing around Bourse knew me, because the bar where I perform is two streets away.  One night I was going home and a big guy started insulting me. When I’m in drag I feel more powerful. I say things I wouldn’t normally dare... I’m more brave. So I thought I could get away with a witty comment and a smile. But it didn’t work. This guy was really going to hurt me. He was scary.  Then, one of the drug dealers that used to say “Bonsoir, Mademoiselle!” to me every now and then... came out of nowhere and told this guy: “Don’t touch Papi!”. I felt so relieved. Cause this guy was scary too. I don’t even know his name... but he knew me. And by protecting me that night I realised he treated me like I’m just another ordinary guy. I was his neighbor after all”. #nakedinbrussels #nohomophobia #noplumofobia #noxenophobia #noracism #fightstereotypes
G aka Ma Demoizelle Surprises - Artist | Place Louise "Until a few years ago I used to work in a bank. I wasn’t doing drag. I was just an ordinary guy... One night, I was in a bar, having a good time with my friends. Suddenly, a guy started talking to me and he was suspiciously interested in me... insisting he’d buy me drinks or taking me home. I declined politely and left the bar shortly after.  What I didn’t realise was that he followed me home. And when I got to my building, he jumped on me and pushed a knife on my lower back while asking for my wallet. Of course I had heard of this kind of robbery... being picked up in a gay bar by a guy that pretends to be gay, but it never happened to anyone in my circle of friends... Therefore it didn’t seem so real.  I managed to escape with the help of two guys that were passing by... but he did manage to get my wallet and take my money and cards.  Before that, I always thought Brussels is a safe place. I was living in the city center, after all... When I started doing drag, I obviously became more noticeable. All the sex workers and drug dealers that do their thing around Bourse knew me, because the bar where I perform is two streets away.  One night I was going home and a big guy started insulting me. When I’m in drag I feel more powerful. I say things I wouldn’t normally dare... I’m more brave. So I thought I could get away with a witty comment and a smile. But it didn’t work. This guy was really going to hurt me. He was scary.  Then, one of the drug dealers that used to say “Bonsoir, Mademoiselle!” to me every now and then... came out of nowhere and told this guy: “Don’t touch Papi!”. I felt so relieved. Cause this guy was scary too. I don’t even know his name... but he knew me. And by protecting me that night I realised he treated me like I’m just another ordinary guy. I was his neighbor after all”. #nakedinbrussels #nohomophobia #noplumofobia #noxenophobia #noracism #fightstereotypes
G aka Ma Demoizelle Surprises - Artist | Place Louise "Until a few years ago I used to work in a bank. I wasn’t doing drag. I was just an ordinary guy... One night, I was in a bar, having a good time with my friends. Suddenly, a guy started talking to me and he was suspiciously interested in me... insisting he’d buy me drinks or taking me home. I declined politely and left the bar shortly after.  What I didn’t realise was that he followed me home. And when I got to my building, he jumped on me and pushed a knife on my lower back while asking for my wallet. Of course I had heard of this kind of robbery... being picked up in a gay bar by a guy that pretends to be gay, but it never happened to anyone in my circle of friends... Therefore it didn’t seem so real.  I managed to escape with the help of two guys that were passing by... but he did manage to get my wallet and take my money and cards.  Before that, I always thought Brussels is a safe place. I was living in the city center, after all... When I started doing drag, I obviously became more noticeable. All the sex workers and drug dealers that do their thing around Bourse knew me, because the bar where I perform is two streets away.  One night I was going home and a big guy started insulting me. When I’m in drag I feel more powerful. I say things I wouldn’t normally dare... I’m more brave. So I thought I could get away with a witty comment and a smile. But it didn’t work. This guy was really going to hurt me. He was scary.  Then, one of the drug dealers that used to say “Bonsoir, Mademoiselle!” to me every now and then... came out of nowhere and told this guy: “Don’t touch Papi!”. I felt so relieved. Cause this guy was scary too. I don’t even know his name... but he knew me. And by protecting me that night I realised he treated me like I’m just another ordinary guy. I was his neighbor after all”. #nakedinbrussels #nohomophobia #noplumofobia #noxenophobia #noracism #fightstereotypes
G aka Ma Demoizelle Surprises - Artist | Place Louise "Until a few years ago I used to work in a bank. I wasn’t doing drag. I was just an ordinary guy... One night, I was in a bar, having a good time with my friends. Suddenly, a guy started talking to me and he was suspiciously interested in me... insisting he’d buy me drinks or taking me home. I declined politely and left the bar shortly after.  What I didn’t realise was that he followed me home. And when I got to my building, he jumped on me and pushed a knife on my lower back while asking for my wallet. Of course I had heard of this kind of robbery... being picked up in a gay bar by a guy that pretends to be gay, but it never happened to anyone in my circle of friends... Therefore it didn’t seem so real.  I managed to escape with the help of two guys that were passing by... but he did manage to get my wallet and take my money and cards.  Before that, I always thought Brussels is a safe place. I was living in the city center, after all... When I started doing drag, I obviously became more noticeable. All the sex workers and drug dealers that do their thing around Bourse knew me, because the bar where I perform is two streets away.  One night I was going home and a big guy started insulting me. When I’m in drag I feel more powerful. I say things I wouldn’t normally dare... I’m more brave. So I thought I could get away with a witty comment and a smile. But it didn’t work. This guy was really going to hurt me. He was scary.  Then, one of the drug dealers that used to say “Bonsoir, Mademoiselle!” to me every now and then... came out of nowhere and told this guy: “Don’t touch Papi!”. I felt so relieved. Cause this guy was scary too. I don’t even know his name... but he knew me. And by protecting me that night I realised he treated me like I’m just another ordinary guy. I was his neighbor after all”. #nakedinbrussels #nohomophobia #noplumofobia #noxenophobia #noracism #fightstereotypes
G aka Ma Demoizelle Surprises - Artist | Place Louise "Until a few years ago I used to work in a bank. I wasn’t doing drag. I was just an ordinary guy... One night, I was in a bar, having a good time with my friends. Suddenly, a guy started talking to me and he was suspiciously interested in me... insisting he’d buy me drinks or taking me home. I declined politely and left the bar shortly after.  What I didn’t realise was that he followed me home. And when I got to my building, he jumped on me and pushed a knife on my lower back while asking for my wallet. Of course I had heard of this kind of robbery... being picked up in a gay bar by a guy that pretends to be gay, but it never happened to anyone in my circle of friends... Therefore it didn’t seem so real.  I managed to escape with the help of two guys that were passing by... but he did manage to get my wallet and take my money and cards.  Before that, I always thought Brussels is a safe place. I was living in the city center, after all... When I started doing drag, I obviously became more noticeable. All the sex workers and drug dealers that do their thing around Bourse knew me, because the bar where I perform is two streets away.  One night I was going home and a big guy started insulting me. When I’m in drag I feel more powerful. I say things I wouldn’t normally dare... I’m more brave. So I thought I could get away with a witty comment and a smile. But it didn’t work. This guy was really going to hurt me. He was scary.  Then, one of the drug dealers that used to say “Bonsoir, Mademoiselle!” to me every now and then... came out of nowhere and told this guy: “Don’t touch Papi!”. I felt so relieved. Cause this guy was scary too. I don’t even know his name... but he knew me. And by protecting me that night I realised he treated me like I’m just another ordinary guy. I was his neighbor after all”. #nakedinbrussels #nohomophobia #noplumofobia #noxenophobia #noracism #fightstereotypes
G aka Ma Demoizelle Surprises - Artist | Place Louise "Until a few years ago I used to work in a bank. I wasn’t doing drag. I was just an ordinary guy... One night, I was in a bar, having a good time with my friends. Suddenly, a guy started talking to me and he was suspiciously interested in me... insisting he’d buy me drinks or taking me home. I declined politely and left the bar shortly after.  What I didn’t realise was that he followed me home. And when I got to my building, he jumped on me and pushed a knife on my lower back while asking for my wallet. Of course I had heard of this kind of robbery... being picked up in a gay bar by a guy that pretends to be gay, but it never happened to anyone in my circle of friends... Therefore it didn’t seem so real.  I managed to escape with the help of two guys that were passing by... but he did manage to get my wallet and take my money and cards.  Before that, I always thought Brussels is a safe place. I was living in the city center, after all... When I started doing drag, I obviously became more noticeable. All the sex workers and drug dealers that do their thing around Bourse knew me, because the bar where I perform is two streets away.  One night I was going home and a big guy started insulting me. When I’m in drag I feel more powerful. I say things I wouldn’t normally dare... I’m more brave. So I thought I could get away with a witty comment and a smile. But it didn’t work. This guy was really going to hurt me. He was scary.  Then, one of the drug dealers that used to say “Bonsoir, Mademoiselle!” to me every now and then... came out of nowhere and told this guy: “Don’t touch Papi!”. I felt so relieved. Cause this guy was scary too. I don’t even know his name... but he knew me. And by protecting me that night I realised he treated me like I’m just another ordinary guy. I was his neighbor after all”. #nakedinbrussels #nohomophobia #noplumofobia #noxenophobia #noracism #fightstereotypes
G aka Ma Demoizelle Surprises - Artist | Place Louise "Until a few years ago I used to work in a bank. I wasn’t doing drag. I was just an ordinary guy... One night, I was in a bar, having a good time with my friends. Suddenly, a guy started talking to me and he was suspiciously interested in me... insisting he’d buy me drinks or taking me home. I declined politely and left the bar shortly after.  What I didn’t realise was that he followed me home. And when I got to my building, he jumped on me and pushed a knife on my lower back while asking for my wallet. Of course I had heard of this kind of robbery... being picked up in a gay bar by a guy that pretends to be gay, but it never happened to anyone in my circle of friends... Therefore it didn’t seem so real.  I managed to escape with the help of two guys that were passing by... but he did manage to get my wallet and take my money and cards.  Before that, I always thought Brussels is a safe place. I was living in the city center, after all... When I started doing drag, I obviously became more noticeable. All the sex workers and drug dealers that do their thing around Bourse knew me, because the bar where I perform is two streets away.  One night I was going home and a big guy started insulting me. When I’m in drag I feel more powerful. I say things I wouldn’t normally dare... I’m more brave. So I thought I could get away with a witty comment and a smile. But it didn’t work. This guy was really going to hurt me. He was scary.  Then, one of the drug dealers that used to say “Bonsoir, Mademoiselle!” to me every now and then... came out of nowhere and told this guy: “Don’t touch Papi!”. I felt so relieved. Cause this guy was scary too. I don’t even know his name... but he knew me. And by protecting me that night I realised he treated me like I’m just another ordinary guy. I was his neighbor after all”. #nakedinbrussels #nohomophobia #noplumofobia #noxenophobia #noracism #fightstereotypes
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G aka Ma Demoizelle Surprises - Artist | Place Louise "Until a few years ago I used to work in a bank. I wasn’t doing drag. I was just an ordinary guy... One night, I was in a bar, having a good time with my friends. Suddenly, a guy started talking to me and he was suspiciously interested in me... insisting he’d buy me drinks or taking me home. I declined politely and left the bar shortly after.  What I didn’t realise was that he followed me home. And when I got to my building, he jumped on me and pushed a knife on my lower back while asking for my wallet. Of course I had heard of this kind of robbery... being picked up in a gay bar by a guy that pretends to be gay, but it never happened to anyone in my circle of friends... Therefore it didn’t seem so real.  I managed to escape with the help of two guys that were passing by... but he did manage to get my wallet and take my money and cards.  Before that, I always thought Brussels is a safe place. I was living in the city center, after all... When I started doing drag, I obviously became more noticeable. All the sex workers and drug dealers that do their thing around Bourse knew me, because the bar where I perform is two streets away.  One night I was going home and a big guy started insulting me. When I’m in drag I feel more powerful. I say things I wouldn’t normally dare... I’m more brave. So I thought I could get away with a witty comment and a smile. But it didn’t work. This guy was really going to hurt me. He was scary.  Then, one of the drug dealers that used to say “Bonsoir, Mademoiselle!” to me every now and then... came out of nowhere and told this guy: “Don’t touch Papi!”. I felt so relieved. Cause this guy was scary too. I don’t even know his name... but he knew me. And by protecting me that night I realised he treated me like I’m just another ordinary guy. I was his neighbor after all”. #nakedinbrussels #nohomophobia #noplumofobia #noxenophobia #noracism #fightstereotypes
G aka Ma Demoizelle Surprises - Artist | Place Louise "Until a few years ago I used to work in a bank. I wasn’t doing drag. I was just an ordinary guy... One night, I was in a bar, having a good time with my friends. Suddenly, a guy started talking to me and he was suspiciously interested in me... insisting he’d buy me drinks or taking me home. I declined politely and left the bar shortly after.  What I didn’t realise was that he followed me home. And when I got to my building, he jumped on me and pushed a knife on my lower back while asking for my wallet. Of course I had heard of this kind of robbery... being picked up in a gay bar by a guy that pretends to be gay, but it never happened to anyone in my circle of friends... Therefore it didn’t seem so real.  I managed to escape with the help of two guys that were passing by... but he did manage to get my wallet and take my money and cards.  Before that, I always thought Brussels is a safe place. I was living in the city center, after all... When I started doing drag, I obviously became more noticeable. All the sex workers and drug dealers that do their thing around Bourse knew me, because the bar where I perform is two streets away.  One night I was going home and a big guy started insulting me. When I’m in drag I feel more powerful. I say things I wouldn’t normally dare... I’m more brave. So I thought I could get away with a witty comment and a smile. But it didn’t work. This guy was really going to hurt me. He was scary.  Then, one of the drug dealers that used to say “Bonsoir, Mademoiselle!” to me every now and then... came out of nowhere and told this guy: “Don’t touch Papi!”. I felt so relieved. Cause this guy was scary too. I don’t even know his name... but he knew me. And by protecting me that night I realised he treated me like I’m just another ordinary guy. I was his neighbor after all”. #nakedinbrussels #nohomophobia #noplumofobia #noxenophobia #noracism #fightstereotypes
G aka Ma Demoizelle Surprises - Artist | Place Louise "Until a few years ago I used to work in a bank. I wasn’t doing drag. I was just an ordinary guy... One night, I was in a bar, having a good time with my friends. Suddenly, a guy started talking to me and he was suspiciously interested in me... insisting he’d buy me drinks or taking me home. I declined politely and left the bar shortly after.  What I didn’t realise was that he followed me home. And when I got to my building, he jumped on me and pushed a knife on my lower back while asking for my wallet. Of course I had heard of this kind of robbery... being picked up in a gay bar by a guy that pretends to be gay, but it never happened to anyone in my circle of friends... Therefore it didn’t seem so real.  I managed to escape with the help of two guys that were passing by... but he did manage to get my wallet and take my money and cards.  Before that, I always thought Brussels is a safe place. I was living in the city center, after all... When I started doing drag, I obviously became more noticeable. All the sex workers and drug dealers that do their thing around Bourse knew me, because the bar where I perform is two streets away.  One night I was going home and a big guy started insulting me. When I’m in drag I feel more powerful. I say things I wouldn’t normally dare... I’m more brave. So I thought I could get away with a witty comment and a smile. But it didn’t work. This guy was really going to hurt me. He was scary.  Then, one of the drug dealers that used to say “Bonsoir, Mademoiselle!” to me every now and then... came out of nowhere and told this guy: “Don’t touch Papi!”. I felt so relieved. Cause this guy was scary too. I don’t even know his name... but he knew me. And by protecting me that night I realised he treated me like I’m just another ordinary guy. I was his neighbor after all”. #nakedinbrussels #nohomophobia #noplumofobia #noxenophobia #noracism #fightstereotypes
G aka Ma Demoizelle Surprises - Artist | Place Louise "Until a few years ago I used to work in a bank. I wasn’t doing drag. I was just an ordinary guy... One night, I was in a bar, having a good time with my friends. Suddenly, a guy started talking to me and he was suspiciously interested in me... insisting he’d buy me drinks or taking me home. I declined politely and left the bar shortly after.  What I didn’t realise was that he followed me home. And when I got to my building, he jumped on me and pushed a knife on my lower back while asking for my wallet. Of course I had heard of this kind of robbery... being picked up in a gay bar by a guy that pretends to be gay, but it never happened to anyone in my circle of friends... Therefore it didn’t seem so real.  I managed to escape with the help of two guys that were passing by... but he did manage to get my wallet and take my money and cards.  Before that, I always thought Brussels is a safe place. I was living in the city center, after all... When I started doing drag, I obviously became more noticeable. All the sex workers and drug dealers that do their thing around Bourse knew me, because the bar where I perform is two streets away.  One night I was going home and a big guy started insulting me. When I’m in drag I feel more powerful. I say things I wouldn’t normally dare... I’m more brave. So I thought I could get away with a witty comment and a smile. But it didn’t work. This guy was really going to hurt me. He was scary.  Then, one of the drug dealers that used to say “Bonsoir, Mademoiselle!” to me every now and then... came out of nowhere and told this guy: “Don’t touch Papi!”. I felt so relieved. Cause this guy was scary too. I don’t even know his name... but he knew me. And by protecting me that night I realised he treated me like I’m just another ordinary guy. I was his neighbor after all”. #nakedinbrussels #nohomophobia #noplumofobia #noxenophobia #noracism #fightstereotypes
G aka Ma Demoizelle Surprises - Artist | Place Louise "Until a few years ago I used to work in a bank. I wasn’t doing drag. I was just an ordinary guy... One night, I was in a bar, having a good time with my friends. Suddenly, a guy started talking to me and he was suspiciously interested in me... insisting he’d buy me drinks or taking me home. I declined politely and left the bar shortly after.  What I didn’t realise was that he followed me home. And when I got to my building, he jumped on me and pushed a knife on my lower back while asking for my wallet. Of course I had heard of this kind of robbery... being picked up in a gay bar by a guy that pretends to be gay, but it never happened to anyone in my circle of friends... Therefore it didn’t seem so real.  I managed to escape with the help of two guys that were passing by... but he did manage to get my wallet and take my money and cards.  Before that, I always thought Brussels is a safe place. I was living in the city center, after all... When I started doing drag, I obviously became more noticeable. All the sex workers and drug dealers that do their thing around Bourse knew me, because the bar where I perform is two streets away.  One night I was going home and a big guy started insulting me. When I’m in drag I feel more powerful. I say things I wouldn’t normally dare... I’m more brave. So I thought I could get away with a witty comment and a smile. But it didn’t work. This guy was really going to hurt me. He was scary.  Then, one of the drug dealers that used to say “Bonsoir, Mademoiselle!” to me every now and then... came out of nowhere and told this guy: “Don’t touch Papi!”. I felt so relieved. Cause this guy was scary too. I don’t even know his name... but he knew me. And by protecting me that night I realised he treated me like I’m just another ordinary guy. I was his neighbor after all”. #nakedinbrussels #nohomophobia #noplumofobia #noxenophobia #noracism #fightstereotypes
G aka Ma Demoizelle Surprises - Artist | Place Louise "Until a few years ago I used to work in a bank. I wasn’t doing drag. I was just an ordinary guy... One night, I was in a bar, having a good time with my friends. Suddenly, a guy started talking to me and he was suspiciously interested in me... insisting he’d buy me drinks or taking me home. I declined politely and left the bar shortly after.  What I didn’t realise was that he followed me home. And when I got to my building, he jumped on me and pushed a knife on my lower back while asking for my wallet. Of course I had heard of this kind of robbery... being picked up in a gay bar by a guy that pretends to be gay, but it never happened to anyone in my circle of friends... Therefore it didn’t seem so real.  I managed to escape with the help of two guys that were passing by... but he did manage to get my wallet and take my money and cards.  Before that, I always thought Brussels is a safe place. I was living in the city center, after all... When I started doing drag, I obviously became more noticeable. All the sex workers and drug dealers that do their thing around Bourse knew me, because the bar where I perform is two streets away.  One night I was going home and a big guy started insulting me. When I’m in drag I feel more powerful. I say things I wouldn’t normally dare... I’m more brave. So I thought I could get away with a witty comment and a smile. But it didn’t work. This guy was really going to hurt me. He was scary.  Then, one of the drug dealers that used to say “Bonsoir, Mademoiselle!” to me every now and then... came out of nowhere and told this guy: “Don’t touch Papi!”. I felt so relieved. Cause this guy was scary too. I don’t even know his name... but he knew me. And by protecting me that night I realised he treated me like I’m just another ordinary guy. I was his neighbor after all”. #nakedinbrussels #nohomophobia #noplumofobia #noxenophobia #noracism #fightstereotypes
G aka Ma Demoizelle Surprises - Artist | Place Louise "Until a few years ago I used to work in a bank. I wasn’t doing drag. I was just an ordinary guy... One night, I was in a bar, having a good time with my friends. Suddenly, a guy started talking to me and he was suspiciously interested in me... insisting he’d buy me drinks or taking me home. I declined politely and left the bar shortly after.  What I didn’t realise was that he followed me home. And when I got to my building, he jumped on me and pushed a knife on my lower back while asking for my wallet. Of course I had heard of this kind of robbery... being picked up in a gay bar by a guy that pretends to be gay, but it never happened to anyone in my circle of friends... Therefore it didn’t seem so real.  I managed to escape with the help of two guys that were passing by... but he did manage to get my wallet and take my money and cards.  Before that, I always thought Brussels is a safe place. I was living in the city center, after all... When I started doing drag, I obviously became more noticeable. All the sex workers and drug dealers that do their thing around Bourse knew me, because the bar where I perform is two streets away.  One night I was going home and a big guy started insulting me. When I’m in drag I feel more powerful. I say things I wouldn’t normally dare... I’m more brave. So I thought I could get away with a witty comment and a smile. But it didn’t work. This guy was really going to hurt me. He was scary.  Then, one of the drug dealers that used to say “Bonsoir, Mademoiselle!” to me every now and then... came out of nowhere and told this guy: “Don’t touch Papi!”. I felt so relieved. Cause this guy was scary too. I don’t even know his name... but he knew me. And by protecting me that night I realised he treated me like I’m just another ordinary guy. I was his neighbor after all”. #nakedinbrussels #nohomophobia #noplumofobia #noxenophobia #noracism #fightstereotypes

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