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INDICAÇÃO DO DIA: Se você é como eu e sempre será apaixonada por Sex And The City e Carrie Bradshaw, então vai se apaixonar por @dan_clay é sua versão drag da Carrie, a Carrie Dragshaw. Taí um perfil bem humorado que vale a pena visitar. . . . #sexandthecity #carriebradshaw #carriedragshaw #SarahJessicaParker #dragqueen #humor #humorinteligente #sarcasmo #sarcasmofeminino #sarcasmos #instamoda #moda #modafeminina #modafashion #instahumor https://www.instagram.com/p/B-DNnEGJtvW/?igshid=1j3p3ml4pjexh

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Dan Clay (aka Carrie Dragshaw) & Katie

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❤🌈 #Repost @dan_clay Once upon a time, we went on dates to see if we wanted to have sex. Now we have sex to see if we want to go on dates. As I stood downtown waiting for a text from my Tinder match, I couldn’t help but wonder: Did we lose something when dating went digital? When we tossed flip phones for smart phones, did dating get dumb? Sure, we get more dates -- but are we becoming worse daters? After all, women used to get passionate love letters. Now, we get poorly lit dick pics. We’re drowning in a sea of “sup?” and “u up?” Generations before had time for romance. We don’t even have time for spelling. Was I the only one left who wanted to be woo’ed and not just screw’ed? As I reflected on the grind of Grindr, I had a thought: Maybe I wasn’t really upset with the world wide web, but more upset with my swirled up head—Validation from mindlessly matching. Connections who suddenly disconnected. Addicted to the process of finding a date but never invested enough to settle on one. Somewhere between judgmental and insecure, I was trapped. Maybe that’s why they call your phone a cell. Did I need to log off to break free, or could a new perspective take the sting out of Bumble and keep the door open on Hinge? Either way, maybe the most important lesson of all these new apps was nothing new at all: When you’re looking for your match, don’t lose sight of yourself. #CarrieDragshaw _______________ COMMUNITY POLL: I’m super curious your thoughts. Have apps made dating BETTER🙋🏼‍♀️, WORSE🙅🏼‍♀️, or 🤷🏼‍♀️ ? (at Makati)

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❤🌈#Repost @dan_clay . Meanwhile downtown, even New York wasn’t too cynical to celebrate Valentine’s Day. Love was in the air. And I felt like I was trapped in a tornado. As the debris of failed relationships swirled around my mind, I started thinking about all the ways we celebrate couples. Engagement parties. Anniversaries. Weddings. Bridal Showers. They say, “Love is all you need.” Then why did brides need so many presents? At least on Valentine’s Day, you just had to look at all the happy couples, not buy them anything. As I looked around at all the lovers, they made love look so easy. I couldn’t help but wonder: Why was it so hard for me? Would I ever put the “me” in monogamy? Did everyone find love? Or did some of us just keep searching forever, eating half-priced Valentine’s chocolates as we wilted like leftover roses. When you had no sweetheart, did you deserve to be bitter? Or maybe, instead of falling apart, I could fall in love…with myself. Maybe instead of waiting for love, I could make my own. I could buy my own flowers, buy my own jewelry, be my own Valentine—even write my own love poems. “How do I love thee?” No. “How do I love me. Let me count the ways…” This year, I said “goodbye” to Saint Valentine and “thank you” to Saint Valentino. “Shall I compare me to a summer’s day?” Maybe I shall. Because even when the light of love’s gone dark, some girls, we make our own sunshine #CarrieDragshaw ________ Picture taken by the fabulous @charlieengman 🙏🏻 ________ Happy Valentine’s Day you beautiful people. And if you don’t have a Valentine, you do now! Sending lots of love 💖 (at Makati)

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❤🌈 #Repost @dan_clay In life, it’s not always easy to tell dreams from reality. Sometimes you’re dreaming and it feels like you’re there, and sometimes you’re there and it feels like a dream. Sometimes fiction is so real it feels like life, and sometimes life is so farfetched it feels like you’re watching a fairytale. I couldn’t help but wonder: In matters of the heart, are we ever really in charge? Or are we destined to just Watch What Happens, Live? Maybe when you can’t believe your eyes…you have to trust your heart. After all, we so often live in our heads, but maybe we dream with our hearts. And days feel unreal when you’re dancing to the beat of love. In dreams, we get to fly through cities, and float through clouds, and walk through walls. We get to meet a queen, and maybe even become one. But I had a thought: Why wait to fall asleep before you try to fly? And why wait to die before you get to heaven? Maybe if you follow your heart, you can dream yourself awake. Dream big, dream little, dream quiet, dream loud, dream in, dream out, dream early, dream late—but whatever you do, dream. #CarrieDragshaw (at Glorietta)

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❤🌈 #Repost @dan_clay ( ・・・ New York winters can be more brutal than a bad break-up and colder than Nina Katz, but there was one thing you could always count on to warm you up: a hot fashion show. As we walked arm-in-arm in a sea of Armani, I started thinking about girl friends and garments. Maybe life is like a closet, and friendships are the clothes. Some friends, like Charlotte, are like a great dress: elegant & flattering. Even when you’re feeling flawed, they can make you feel like you’re floating on a cloud. Some friends, like Miranda, are a pair of stiletto booties: sturdy & uplifting. When you’re feeling small, they push you to reach higher—even if it’s a little painful. And some friends are a fur coat: outrageous & offensive. Like Samantha. But when the whole world goes frozen, they’re the ones fiery enough to keep you feeling fabulous. I couldn’t help but wonder: With romantic love, we spend a lot of time asking if he’s “The One.” But with friendship love, how do you know the love will last? Maybe it’s the weather. After all, anyone can stick around in the summer sun, but only the strongest friends are by your side when the steps of life get icy. They can’t always fix your problems, but they can make sure you never have to face them alone. Or without a cosmo. They’re the ones who hear you when you’re not saying a word. The ones who see the tears you’re too proud to cry. And when really important things go missing—like your smile, your confidence, or your laugh—they’re the ones who help you find them. Maybe there’s a good thing about bad weather: it’s when your true friends shine. #CarrieDragshaw ______________________ Let’s spread a little love today! Take a moment to tell your true friends how much you love them ❤️ And then go buy them a cloud dress ☁️ much love, DC & CD 💋 (at Glorietta)

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❤ 🌈 #Repost @dan_clay That night, I started thinking about resolutions. Every New Year promises a “New You.” We promise to lose weight, save money, see friends, stop smoking, get balanced, get organized, find love, find time, drink less, learn French, learn to say “no,” learn to say “yes,” and learn to take time for “me.” But before we can fix ourselves, we need to find what’s broken. As I started to list all my problems & imperfections that needed fixing in 2018, I had a New Year’s Revelation: Did I really want to count down the New Year with put-downs about the Old Me? When the ball dropped in Times Square, did my self-esteem have to go with it? I couldn’t help but wonder: What if my New Year’s resolution was to stop seeing myself as something that needed to be fixed? As I raced to Miranda’s, I plotted a resolution revolution: I would be happy with the Old Me, the New Me, and the Now Me. And I would give all of me to all my girls; because the best way to ring in a new year is with old friends. On second thought, maybe I did have one resolution: No matter what, even in the dark, even when it’s cold, even in the snow, even in pajama pants—never stop sparkling. #CarrieDragshaw (at Bee's Hive ;-P)

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❤❤❤ #Repost @dan_clay 🍔BERGER WEEK 🍔 3/3 😡 They say that everything happens for a reason. What if the reason is that some men are bullsh*t? Maybe not every relationship has a lesson. Maybe sometimes you just fall into the wrong hands. As I thought about my life post-Post-It, I realized: I had just been served a Berger with a side of lies. But maybe the Post-It was actually the perfect symbol for our relationship: We were only meant to be temporarily attached. And just like Post-Its, he was tacky and full of bad ideas. Just like Post-Its, he was square and a little too small. I couldn’t help but wonder: Are men with small penises destined to be big dicks? But as my anger cooled, I sympathized with Berger, who ultimately was more insecure than he was a**hole. So I put my middle finger down and picked my telephone up. Maybe everything does happen for a reason: to give you a reason to call your girls. Two paths diverged after a yellow Post-It, and I—I took the one with room for four, and that has made all the difference. #CarrieDragshaw #BergerWeek 💖 If you or someone you love has ever been Berger'ed, Carrie wants to hear your story. Tell us below or thru DM. I might write something a bit longer about how "men are bullshit" but great friends help you break free, not break down, after a break up 😜 In any event, I had so much fun this week. I hope you did too. (at Bee's Hive ;-P)