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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yes.

Pay attention!

Okay. Okay, goddamn it.

Fashionable Femme Queens, honey.

This is the category of the hour.

These fanciful fashionistas
are showing you

exactly what they are worth.

Maybe you might be
moved to step your look

all the way up.

Oh! Oh, shoot!

Oh, come on, Miss Lulu Ferocity.

What you got yourself
cooking up on tonight?

I can tell something's going on.

She said "Oh, oh", she
said, "hold on a minute."

She said "Hold on a minute,
I got a thing to do."

What are you doing?
What are you serving us?

Oh! Oh!

Oh!

Yes, mama!

Yes! Just a vision in lavender.

Realness.

Uh-huh.

Come on, now. Oh.

Spin-da, Spin-da, Spin-da-rella.

Spinning that into butter.

You know what? She don't
need no scores tonight.

Just give that bitch her trophy,

and go on and collect
that skirt for my closet.

That's my sister!

- Ow!
- Look at Miss Candy.

She all happy. Good for you, girl.

Ferocity got themselves a trophy.

That's a good thing.

Now, this is the level
I'm-a need y'all to bring

to the inaugural Eros Ball.

Eros is the God of love.

So house mothers and fathers,
I need you to tell your spawns

to spread L-O-V-E

in the form of some sickening looks.

Y'all like that, right?

And Miss Elektra, bravo.

You certainly know
how to upgrade a house.

- Ha, ha.
- Uh, quit it, bitch.

You only been here a few weeks.

A praise for one is a praise for all.

Even that wardrobe? You know,

that fur collection has expanded
since our Abundance days.

Where the coin coming from?

Indochine don't pay that much

for you to walk your ass to a table.

Speaking of work,

I'm covering the late shift.

Girl, it's midnight.

Doesn't Indochine close at 11:00?

How would you know?

We'd never let the likes of you in.

Love you, too, bitch.

- Congratulations, girl.
- Save your well wishes

for someone in need of validation, hag.

? Shiny, shiny ?

? Shiny boots of leather ?

? Whiplash girl-child in the dark ?

? Comes in bells ?

? Your servant, don't forsake him ?

? Strike, dear mistress ?

? And cure his heart ?

Mistress Elektra, is that you?

Who the fuck do you think it is, Paul?

Of course it's me.

Ow! Ah!

I'm sorry, Mistress. I'm an idiot.

I'm a... I'm a worthless piece of shit.

Yes, you are.

And you appear to have helped
yourself to my wardrobe.

Uh, the panties are mine.

I just couldn't resist
trying on your heels.

You like giving your power to women,

- don't you?
- Uh-huh.

You disgust me!

I disgust myself, Mistress.

I bet you wouldn't
last a day in my pumps.

The adversities I've
faced would cripple you.

Get up!

You can't even stand,
you pathetic creature.

Stay right there.

What is that?

Amyl nitrate.

You wanna try?

I do not do drugs, nor
do I approve of them.

No, no, no, this-this and
a little coke...

it'll keep me going all night.

You charge by the hour, don't you?

Fine.

Holy shit!

I can't believe I finally found

a career that truly fits me.

Four days a week and
I'm already making more

than I've made in my entire life.

So does that mean you're
finally gonna ditch

that job at Indochine?

I don't see why I can't do both.

Working here brings in the money,

and working there keeps
my name on the lips

of the rich and famous.

Business is booming since AIDS.

She's right.

Hand jobs replaced blow jobs.

No one could pay their bills.

Sometimes I feel bad for these guys.

Too scared to feel pleasure,
so they turn to pain.

I never feel bad for a man.

All I know is for the
first time in a long time,

I feel great.

Keep that attitude.

It'll make you rich.

Amen.

The category is...

Live...

Work...

Pose!

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Worth It

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What?

Angel, don't try me.
This is my primo look.

Exactly.

Come sit over here.

You tryna get into the beauty industry.

- And?
- Uh-huh.

Ain't no way you getting anybody

to give you a storefront
if they clock you.

You know that.

You're selling a fantasy right now.

Well, not everyone is
lucky enough to be born

with perfect bone structure, honey.

I appreciate my privileges,
but that don't mean

you gotta make things
harder for yourself, ma.

- Look at this, girl. Come on.
- What?

Not to be rude, but you got shit style.

It's easy for you to judge.

How many ladies' dressing
rooms you been kicked out of?

I grab what I can off the
rack and get out of Dodge

before someone calls security.

I don't know if anything
fits right or looks good

until I get home, and
by then it's too late.

- I never thought about that.
- Yeah, well,

I gave up being fashionable
a long time ago because of it.

A woman don't need to walk in a room

and tell everybody that
she a woman. Less is more.

I'm gonna show you
how to do your makeup.

We are throwing...

- these rags...
- What?

- away.
- This is my good shirt.

And we are getting you...

proper high fashion.

And you're gonna get
yourself that storefront.

Mama's gotta pay the rent, girl.

You are gonna make an excellent mother.

Oh, I know.

Clark, keep the car running;
this won't take long.

Hi, Ms. Norman? I'm Blanca Rodriguez.

I'm... I'm the prospective tenant.

- Are you a PR? Puerto Rican?
- No, I'm American.

I'm sure, but where is your
family from? Your lineage?

I'm Dominican.

Good.

Let's go in.

I don't normally rent to
anyone darker than my Aunt Lilly

after a week's vacation in Palm Beach,

but I've had good luck with Dominicans.

Hard workers for the most part.

Well, that's me in a
nutshell, Mrs. Norman.

I plan on making this into
my own nail salon. I... Oh.

I already got a-a-a loyal
customer base from my last job.

May I say whoever does your
nails does an excellent job.

It's Ms. Norman.

I'm recently divorced.

He was half a fag.

I walked in on him bent
over a Vitra Grand chair

getting plowed by our doorman.

It must have been very painful.

Life is pain for women.

That's why we're tougher, and better

at being mean when the
time comes, and I was mean.

Whatever that doorman did
to him was nothing compared

to the reaming I gave old
Randy Norman in divorce court.

This building is one of many
that ended up in my pocket.

It's very special.

I got plans to maybe
even put a tanning bed

in back once I save up enough.

It's not special, it's a shithole.

But I see the future: gentrification.

Do you know what that means?

I'm up on most of the
newest beauty techniques,

but I'm not sure I've
ever heard of that one.

- New York is changing, Brenda.
- Blanca.

By the year 2000, there won't
be a neighborhood in this city

where a normal person
feels uncomfortable walking.

When you make a neighborhood
safe and desirable,

good people move in and
make it too expensive

for the troublemakers so they move out.

Property values go up.

Everybody wins.

Well, I like winning.

First and last month's rent

- plus a security deposit.
- Okay.

Do you take cash?

Preferred, actually.

For tax purposes.

Where did you come into that much cash?

You're not into crack, are you?

No. I told you, I have
a loyal customer base.

I've been saving for this for
over a year. It's my dream.

Wait, I...

Don't we need a contract or something?

Best if we just do it
all over a handshake.

You will save plenty in
taxes and insurance, trust me.

I'll come by at the end of
the month for my envelope.

I prefer larger bills.

Wait, so you mean this is mine?

No. It's mine.

Never forget that.

No, I'm sorry. I mean,

is the storefront mine
to use as my salon?

Yes. Are you dumb?

You didn't strike me as dumb.

No. No, I'm not dumb. I just...

This was a dream of
mine that I didn't dare

speak out loud and now I'm too scared

- to believe that it's even real.
- It's real.

- Don't blow it.
- Oh.

What the hell? Damon?

Over here.

Mm.

What's with all the hearts?

Valentine's Day was two months ago.

I'm testing out these
decorations for the Eros Ball.

What? Hmm?

I need an excuse to make love to you?

No. Mm-mm.

And what's with the, the curtains?

'Cause I knew we needed... privacy.

I'll be quick then.

No, I mean, you know...

Oh, I am so sorry, boys.

Hey, Ricky, welcome back.

- Hi.
- Can you knock?

Can y'all go put on some clothes?

I need ya to come into the living room.

It's a family meeting. Now.

Can it wait?

No. Derek died.

Oh, my.

Are you trying to wake the
dead from their slumber?

Angel has been helping
me with my new look.

Stop it.

What you think?

If I liked it any more, I'd be straight.

Ooh.

Then the dead would awaken.

You haven't come in
for your follow-up visit.

Are you doing okay on those meds?

Blanca?

Why aren't you taking those meds?

I'm afraid of the side effects.

I told you... we're gonna
monitor you very closely.

I don't know what it is, okay?

I've been studying
that bottle every day.

I've been looking at
the pills in my hands,

and I...

But I just can't take them.

Is part of the reason
you're not taking them

'cause you feel like
you don't deserve them?

No.

Part of me feels like maybe I
deserve this disease, you know?

I sound crazy, right?

No. When you're surrounded
by all this death,

of course you might feel
guilty about surviving.

But you can't give in.

All right, can you two
stop keeping secrets?

Now, Angel told me that you went uptown

to meet that real estate man-eater.

How did it go?

Bitch is in the Post every day.

Does she really have
fangs like everybody says?

No, but she got a set of claws on her.

That woman is scary as all hell.

But...

she gave me the space anyway.

- Oh, my God.
- We'll be open for business

by the end of the month.

Listen, I don't know if
it's because I passed,

but I didn't dare question it.

I just accepted terms on a handshake.

You shook on it?

What?

- Now what'd I do wrong?
- Nothing.

Congratulations, sweetheart.

I'm proud of you.

Thank you, Pray.

Now,

where the hell are my boys?

Not worth it, Mother.

"Oh, my God!

You guys are so cute!"

"Oh, my God. Like, how do you move

your hands so fast?
You got to teach me."

How fucking dare y'all not
show up to Derek's funeral.

Y'all are mad disrespectful.

And where were y'all?!

You know what, don't tell me,

'cause I can smell the liquor
from your breaths over here.

We were downtown socializing
like you wanted us to?

So we can get discovered.

Bullshit. Y'all just didn't
want to deal with the reality

of seeing one of y'all
peers lying in a coffin.

I mean, you told us to take
advantage of this moment,

and that's what we did.

Yeah, we went down to the
Palladium for Sunday tea.

And, like usual,
nobody paid us any mind.

But then I started Voguing.

You know, nothing special.
Just how I do at any ball.

And then, like, this
crowd formed around us.

And the rest of us joined in,
improvising. And, suddenly,

it was like we were
celebrities or something.

The whole club went nuts.

Mother, you were right.

Times are changing.

Miss Thing, those
blanquitos were living.

We drank for free all night.

Yo, they recognized what we were doing,

and it was like they saw
us for the first time.

We ain't invisible

to white folks no more.

Uh!

Ballroom is about to be more
popular than Studio 54 ever was.

Ballroom is not a trend,

nor is it about some flashy dance moves.

Ballroom is about family,

something y'all didn't
show up for today.

You know what?

I'm tired of looking at y'all faces.

Go to y'all room.

And drink some water.

- ? Talk to me, baby ?
- You and Florida can dance.

Elektra and Aphrodite serve realness.

Veronica... Uh,

Veronica...

She's a seamstress, girl.

That takes skills.

You know what, you right.

I can't be measuring
everybody's worth based

off what they can do under
the ballroom spotlight.

A behind-the-scenes bitch
is necessary to every house.

And, um, what exactly
are your strengths?

Fuck is that supposed to mean?

? 'Cause you know you're... ?

Enough with all that stomping.

I'm sure you girls have
worked up an appetite.

What do we have here?

This is a menu fit for the runway.

This absolutely will not do.

There better be some
Chinese takeout on the way.

We don't do MSG. We're dieting.

Then why is she serving milkshakes?

It's SlimFast.

You've seen the commercials.

"Give us a week and we'll
take off the weight."

Our house,

our menu, our rules.

It truly is a lovely house.

Thank you, bitch.

Our cuisine should be as equally
impressive, don't you think?

The rent broke my
little piggy bank's back.

I spent what was left on
some Orville Redenbacher,

some SlimFast, and a manicure.

My nails were ravaged
after all these errands.

Any of you hos got any complaints?

They do look good, Mama.

Look, it's not about
what's on the plate.

Hmm? It's about communion,

conversation,

and the sisterhood.

Here.

It's good for your metabolism.

Well, sisters,

I must bring up the fact

that I'm in need of more closet space.

That broom closet you gave me

can only store my hatboxes and gloves.

Where am I supposed to put my
clothes, my coats, my jewelry?

There's only one other closet.

It's in my room, and
I share that with Lulu.

You gonna share your
fine luxuries with us?

Huh. Use the space under
your bed for storage.

That is no way to store luxury.

- Candy, wait, I think...
- Uh-uh. This is my house.

It's my closet, and it's allocated.

You are a guest.

You ain't talking to Blanca, bitch.

Remember that.

You're right.

This is your house.

Glad you recognize that.

You've made me realize something.

I've gone about this all wrong.

I keep making space for you, Candy,

for Lulu, for Blanca.

Something in me keeps bringing
me back to those girls I raised.

But why?

Why do I keep lowering
myself by associating

with you tired, old, raggedy reminders

of my failure as a mother?!

You ain't got no business
calling anybody old.

You ain't nothing but a over-the-hill,

homeless sex change.

That's it.

That's where it all started.

I got my operation

and Mr. Ford left me and I got soft.

I became weak, insecure.

But no more.

What I now realize

is I am the one and only

Elektra.

What the fuck?!

Bitch, what is this?!

It's called my new signature move.

I'll send for my things.

Hello, my dear.

Sorry. We're closed, hon.

I'm starting a new house,

and I need a girl like you.

Ain't no white girls in ballroom.

Consider this affirmative action.

_

I am building the fiercest
house ballroom has ever seen.

I dominate runway.

- But dance is the future.
- _

- ? Beep beep ?
- _

- And if I want to snatch trophies,
- _

I need children who will
Vogue the house down.

The legendary and iconic
Madonna has seen to that.

Her song's number ten
this week with a bullet.

You're better than this, Jazmine.

Only a fool would count out a beauty,

a talent like you.

Stand by my side, and I promise

I will unleash your fullest potential.

- ? If the price is right ?
- ? Beep beep. ?

It's story time, children.

Mother Goose is about to tuck...

you... in

with fairy tales dripped in romance

and drama.

All right, up first,

Evangelista.

Romeo, Romeo,

where art thou, Romeo?

My Juliet!

Drink!

Drink! Drink!

? Fly, robin, fly ?

Romeo!

? Fly, robin, fly ?

? Up, up to the sky ?

You better die, bitch!

All right. Well, Lil Papi

is certainly putting that
GED to good use, y'all.

Y'all gonna learn y'all
Shakespeare on tonight!

Give them a hand

for that fabulous,
fabulous interpretation.

Y'all take a bow!

Now, what story is Ferocity telling?

Oh, I think I know what this one is...

From rags to bitches, y'all.

I think somebody wants
to go to the ball.

And who are you?

It's me, your fairy godmother,

here to get you ready
for the ball, Cinderella.

Oh!

Oh...!

Who brought Shabbat shalom?!

She's going to the goddamn ball!

All right, bibbidi-bibbidi-boo, bitch!

Yes! Oh!

House of Ferocity is not playing
with these Disney classics.

I s... Oh!

What on earth is going on?

Who did not pay the light bill?!

Elektra, we're in the
middle of a category.

We're not here to walk.

Then why are you pulling stunts, bitch?

We're making an entrance.

May we introduce ourselves?

Pray Tell, they can't
be storming balls like this,

interrupting festivities,
just to make a statement.

They not welcome with Snow White in tow.

Shush, mongrel.

Enough of your lip, Elektra.

It's hammer time, bitch.

You about to get that
fourth face-lift, bitch.

I've come prepared to gut you
like the fish you'll never be!

Security, come out here
and break this shit up.

Break it up!

Break it up!

This is a ball, not a brawl!

All I wanted to do
was introduce my house.

Aren't I worthy of that,

considering all the glory
I brought to ballroom?

The council has spoken.

No, bitch.

Bye, Elektra.

Get your paws off me, beasts.

We are the House of Wintour,

named after the
legendary editor in chief

of the sacred text that is Vogue.

Quake in fear, children.

Wintour is coming.

- Mother.
- Mother?

Mother.

That house is banjee.

- Take us back.
- What?

Those two house-hopping bitches.

This shit is above my pay grade.

I need a break.

- ? You better watch your man ?
- ? You better watch your man ?

? 'Cause, girl, he's doing ?

You look like you could use a drink.

No, I'm good.

And I'm Chris.

Have a drink with me.

I'm looking for true love.

Sorry, I'm not available.

Mm. They never are.

At the start.

You're cuter than I imagined.

Don't tell me... you've
seen me in your dreams.

No. In photos.

I was Ricky's bunkmate on tour.

- Chris, you said?
- Mm.

He never mentioned you.

Course not.

Can't be guilty of a crime
no one knows you committed.

You know what? You're a liar.

I trust Ricky. I don't
have no reason not to.

I am your reason.

I fucked your man,
and everybody knows it.

You know what? You got a lot to say,

and you need to just squash it, okay?

- I don't really understand...
- She claims she didn't suspect,

but, uh, that gut
tells a different story.

- What?
- Is it true? Did you sleep with him

- while you were on tour?
- What? Babe, no.

I... Sleep with Chris? I
would never do that to you.

That's not what you
were saying all summer.

- Will you back the fuck up?
- Oh!

Don't be mad at me. Don't be mad at me.

You're the one in denial.

What'd you think he was
doing every time you called

and couldn't reach him? Hmm?

Playing cards?

Know what, can you
shut your fucking mouth?

Why don't you drop ten pounds? Hmm?

Move out the fucking way. Keep talking!

Is this really fucking happening again?

Another fight? I'm
shutting this ball down

until you bitches learn how to act.

Get out of here and
get some common sense.

Get out! Get out!

We got other shit to
worry about right now.

Y'all fighting each other.

Fuck!

Y'all have been going
back and forth about this

for hours. Why don't
y'all just go to bed

- and talk about it tomorrow?
- No, we're not gonna do that!

No, we're gonna talk about it right now!

Now swear to me.

Swear it's a lie.

Tell all the Evangelistas
that you're not a cheater.

- Go ahead!
- It's not true.

- I would never do that to you.
- Why wouldn't you tell me

that there was another
gay guy dancing with you?

I mean, it's a concert tour.
Aren't all the dancers gay?

Can you please give them some privacy?

- Why you staying?
- So they don't murder each other.

And then to think you told me

that all the guys you were
dancing with were straight!

So you lied to me now?!

I didn't tell you about
Chris because if I did,

you would just jump to conclusions.

You always so jealous.

Oh, so now I'm always jealous.

- When have I ever been jealous?!
- You right.

What the fuck you laughing at?

- Huh?!
- You right.

You ain't never jealous.

You don't ever jump to conclusions.

- I'm the crazy one.
- You know what?

I don't even trust your ass anymore.

And to think I let you talk
me into not wearing a condom!

- Again!
- Excuse me?

I thought we had a
conversation about safety.

No, well, I thought we
were being monogamous.

What are the dogs' names?

This one is Cash,

and the one on my left is Credit.

Make sure that makes it in the story.

I'll do my best.

I told your editor the only way
I'm agreeing to this

is if I have some editorial control.

I'm not letting you write
some torpedo piece.

My angle was going to be that
powerful women can have it all

- even after a tough divorce.
- Oh.

Well, I like that.

Jonas, where have you been?

And why can't you wear a suit?

You're an executive now.

My portfolio is the largest

of any female real
estate owner in the city,

probably the world.

But I like to keep the
organization streamlined.

Efficiency.

Jonas is the executive vice president.

I was out making collections.

He personally oversees
the collection of rents.

It gives him a chance to
check in on every property.

A personal touch that can only happen

in a family business.

This is Umbro.

It's more expensive
than a Ralph Lauren suit.

Let's take a break, Elizabeth.

Would you excuse us a moment?

Don't ever flash cash in
front of a reporter again.

Do you want the IRS on our asses?

And stop using the word "collections".

You sound like a mafioso.

You know that storefront
you rented out yesterday?

I went to check with the electrician,

and I ran into the new tenant.

You know it's a guy, right?

The Dominican?

You're out of your mind.

You're too busy being superior to people

to actually look at them.

I'm telling you,

that's a man.

If that's true, he has to go.

Excuse me, what's your name again?

- Uh, Blanca.
- Blanca, yeah. How you doing?

Listen, I hate to be
the bearer of bad news,

but this ain't gonna
work out. You got to go.

- What are you talking about?
- This is your money. Thank you very much,

- but my mother wants you out of here.
- Are you kidding me?

- Your mother?
- I don't want to hear it. You're out.

You know, I'm gonna have...

You have to the end of the day.

End of the day.

Got a landlord and her ogre spawn.

He said he wasn't renting to me no more.

- I got clocked.
- That's a damn shame.

You ain't even polished a
fingernail up in that dump yet.

Girl, I'm sorry. I'm just saying.

I'm just saying

they can't be evicting you
like that. It's illegal.

Since when a poor, brown
transsexual got any rights?

Plus, there ain't no
paper trail to even prove

I was even there. I paid her cash.

She didn't make me sign nothing.

How could I be so stupid?

And you don't even want to know

Damon's drama. Not only
is he accusing Ricky

of sticking his penis
in anything that walks,

but he just admitted to
me that they doing it raw.

Oh, girl.

What the hell do I have to do
to get through to him?

To make him see that
he is way too valuable

- to be taking risks like that?
- You know,

gay black boys ain't never been trained

to have a dollop of
self-belief. You know that.

And even if he did value
himself enough to use protection,

he ain't thinking about tomorrow

when he's laid up there with Ricky.

- Well...
- You and I have both been where they are.

How you think we got here?

Wait, that's it.

They need to know that I've been

where they are, that I
understand their struggle.

Shit, if I would've known
my worth at their age,

- maybe I would've made some smarter choices.
- Yes.

Listen.

You are their mother.

Set an example.

They need to see you out there
righting them wrongs now, too.

If you're not willing

to go defend yourself
against that landlady,

how do you expect your children
to ever fight for themselves?

Oh, God.

You are trespassing.

I paid you first and last.

This is my place for
at least two months.

You deceived me.

I can work with thieves and murderers,

but I cannot do business with...

... a liar.

Norman Properties reserves
the right to evict tenants

- at any time.
- Wait, I'm sorry.

Was that written in my rental contract?

The one you told me we didn't need?

You know, I talked to those nice people

at New York City
Commission of Human Rights.

They're in charge of
making sure people like you

don't discriminate
against people of color

when renting to us, and they set me up

with a nice lawyer pro bono.

And she said without a contract,

I've got squatter's rights,
and I should stay put

- until I have my day in court.
- Sweetheart,

I've got an entire law firm on retainer.

I've got the best Jews
from Harvard and Yale

- ready to squash you like a bug.
- You know,

for the first time in my life,

I'm fighting back to the bitter end.

I'm not here to gentrify neighborhoods

so white ladies like
you can feel comfortable

walking down the street.

I'm here for me.

It's not just Jews I have in my Rolodex.

I've got Italians, Russians.

Ones that can be very persuasive.

- Are you threatening me?
- Only your kneecaps.

You think I'm scared of a beating?

I've had more beatings
than you've had breakfast.

Now shoo.

I have a grand opening in two days.

You'll hear from my lawyers.

Good. It's on.

It feels so good to have Cubby and Lemar

and Elektra out of this house.

It was getting too crowded in here.

You're not gonna be saying that

when they dancing for another house

at the next ball and
we on the bottom again.

I've seen plenty of bottoms
flip and become tops.

It's not that hard, so work it out.

All right, all right, enough playing.

Enough playing around.

I got to talk to y'all
about something serious.

Ricky, Damon,

I was stunned to hear that
y'all two are still having

unprotected sex. I
thought all those funerals

we've been going to would scare
you into being responsible,

but apparently...

I need to take some
more direct action, so...

- This is not happening right now.
- Uh-uh. No.

- No, no, no, no, no, no.
- A cucumber?

- No. No.
- We are going to take

- some proper condom application, so...
- That's so embarrassing.

- All right.
- Now, I recommend pre-lube

when putting it on so it doesn't break

and during penetration.

During penetration.

Hey, remind me to skip the salad

for dinner tomorrow,
you know what I'm saying?

Shut your mouths!

You think you're so special,

this thing is just
gonna skip on over you,

but you're not.

Tell them.

All right, I'm-a tell
y'all the hard truth.

You boys are young,
black, gay, and poor.

This world despises you.

You get this disease, you
die, they feel relieved

that you're getting what you deserve.

And living in a world like that

can make you feel desperate for love.

Now, if you want to be healthy
and do it the healthy way,

you can do it like how
our community does

by forming houses.

But it is much faster

if you do it in an unhealthy way.

And that's what I did back then
when I started in this world

in '83 or so, when none of
us understood this plague.

I thought the only way to
find love was with my body.

So I would go out to a
club, get a little drunk,

find me a man that would
love me for a while.

And even in those moments

when his arms were around
me, I believed he loved me.

We didn't know each other's names.

I just would convince myself

that it would feel like that forever.

But it didn't.

So I would find another
and then another.

None of them ever even
gave me their name.

I would completely debase
myself for these men.

I just wanted love. I just wanted

to be somebody's precious thing.

What girl doesn't want that? You know?

Anyways, that happened
a couple of years back,

and I stopped drinking and doing that,

but by then it was too late.

I had let those guys inside of me.

Inside my heart, inside my body.

I wanted to please them.

I wanted to make them feel so good,

so I didn't use any condoms.

And now...

And now I got AIDS.

Listen, I'm sorry.

I-I didn't mean to hide it from y'all.

I just wanted to protect y'all,

and me telling the truth is
the only way I could do that.

Look at me. I am fine.

Y'all hear me?

You are one brave woman, you know that?

You looked after me

when no one else would,

and I promise I'm gonna look after you.

All of us.

Hmm?

We're not gonna let a single
bad thing happen to you.

You get one little sniffle,

and you come straight to me.

I'll do whatever it takes

to keep you healthy, huh?

I'll steal cold medicine for you.

I love you, Ma.

I love you, too. Listen,

I don't want none of y'all
to not love y'all selves.

That was my problem,

my mistake,

and sometimes it still is.

But no more.

No more. Which is why

I'm-a fight this disease,

and in doing so, I'm-a
fight Frederica Norman

and get my salon back.

Number 27.

- Negative.
- Number 29?

I thought you'd be happy.

Ricky...

Ricky, I love you.

And maybe that's the reason
why I'm willing to turn

or look the other way,
but I-I just need honesty.

I told you, nothing happened with Chris.

Wait, where is this coming from?

You know, you...

just, you-you're touring
the world, you're in videos,

you got all this attention...
what am I doing?

School. The balls.

That's something.

All right?

I'm lost. I...

I just really don't have a good
feeling about myself right now.

You're my good feeling.

I, uh...

I... I have to go.

I'm sorry.

Um, I'm gonna be late for a rehearsal.

But I promise

we're gonna finish this later, okay?

Hey.

Go to rehearsal.

All right, all right, y'all,
welcome to the Eros Ball.

Welcome to the Eros Ball.

Yes! Yes!

Tonight we're celebrating passion...

and reveling in love...

and sex.

And I'm talking about lust.

You know, that sweet smell

of new passion.

And I'm talking about...

desire.

And however that comes to you,

I need you all to understand
that you must treat yourselves

with dignity, because
everyone in this room

is deserving of love.

Y'all understand me?

Everyone in this room

is deserving of love.

All right?

And love should feel good. Right?

And love should also be safe.

Y'all see what I'm
passing out here tonight?

Take a few of 'em with you.

With y'all bein' nasty.

Now...

let's get this ball started.

The category is...

High Fashion...

in Feathers.

And I want to see

all my ladies stomp
this bitch to the ground.

First up,

House of Evangelista.

Come on up!

Oh! All right!

Carrying the Mother
of the Year, darlings.

All right, that chair's
a bit precarious.

Please don't drop her.

That would be a devastating
fall from grace.

Come on, come on, come on with it.

I ain't mad at you.

I ain't mad at you. Are you hot?

Do you need to be fanned, baby?

Chocolate-y smooth!

Give me your fuckin' wings!

Come on, give Miss Blanca
Evangelista her scores.

Eight, eight, seven,

eight, eight.

All right.

You're gonna have to do a little
better than that, I think.

- But you look good today, girl.
- Excuse me.

- Huh?
- You got your scores. Move.

Really, Miss Candy?
Did I not... just say

the category is High Fashion

in Feathers?

Are you blind? These
are fucking feathers.

Honey. Could somebody please

take this bitch back to
kindergarten, so she can learn

the difference between
feathers and foam?

Talking big talk now 'cause
I ain't got my other purse.

Ferocity is chopped!

Girl, bye. Thank you very much.

Who's next?

All right, House of Wintour
has entered the floor.

Oh, I'm living!

All right, y'all bring it in.

Y'all bring it in.

Ah, ah, y'all bring it in.

To the floor, to the floor.

Y'all bring it in to the floor.

Yes, thank you. Thank you.

Love you.

Oh...

The House of Wintour

is serving us down boots, babies.

I live... I live for
the production values.

We got clams on a half shell
up in this bitch tonight.

Well, actually, it
looks like a full shell!

Crack that bitch open.

Release the kraken!

The Wintours are out for blood.

Oh, sookie-sookie now!

Deep out of the sea...

it's black Aphrodite.

The icon Elektra...

dropped from the heavens, honey.

Sometimes she's a mother,

and other times she's just a mother...

Shut yo' mouth!

The House of Wintour

didn't come to play
with you hos tonight.

They came to slay you hos tonight.

Good work. Your scores.

Ten, ten,

ten, ten, ten.

Across the board!

Those aren't fuckin' feathers.

I know, baby, but they better
than yours would ever be.

I know that's hard to take.

And Miss Elektra takes another trophy.

I don't know where you put 'em all.

All right, all right!

Yes, yes, yes, Mother Blanca,
listen here, listen here.

Looks like Mother of the Year
is gonna be a bit more elusive

this evening, but I want
to let y'all know something.

There is an award that I know
that you can snatch with ease...

and that's Businesswoman of the Year!

See, you bitches don't
know nothin' about that!

Our Mother Blanca

is an entrepreneur.

Okay?

You see, and she's been
discriminated against.

But she's been standing up

for her rights.

And not just for herself

but for everybody in this room!

We got to fight for our rights.

We got to fight for each other.

So you may not have taken
the trophy home this evening,

but, Mother Blanca, you are a
shining example of excellence,

and you are always a champion...

to me.

Stand tall, stand proud.

Ah, cha-kah-kah-kah.

Hey, can I talk to you?

? Baby love. ?

What's going on?

You okay?

Yeah. I've, um, been doing

- some thinking about us and...
- Mm-hmm.

what I said to you when we got tested.

Mm-hmm?

I love you, Ricky.

I do.

Um, but...

somewhere along the way
I've stopped loving myself,

and I need to... try to figure
out how to love him again.

What are you saying?

We need to take a break.

A break?

Nah.

I'm way too young to...

have somebody already
be my everything. I...

So... you're breaking up with me?

You can't be surprised.

I mean, you can deny it, but I
know that you slept with Chris.

And-and-and that is okay.

I want you to be able to pursue that.

Don't-don't do this.

Babe.

Fight for us!

Damon.

Please.

Please.

I don't know what I'm
gonna do without you.

- I-If you...
- Oh, wow.

want advice, than you can go to Blanca.

I...

I-I can't help you.

I'm sorry.

I'm so happy you came to see me.

Ha. For free booze?

- Anytime, honey.
- Mm-hmm.

I know why you invited me here.

And why is that?

For you to tell me to stop
pushing my medicinal agenda.

You don't want Western medicine.

You want to fight it your way.

I get it.

I'm not a pusher.

I'm just an advocate.

But we can still be friends.

Can we? You want some wine?

No, I'm good. I'm just
gonna have some water.

Oh.

We're on a health kick now?

Yes.

Hmm.

I think I'm gonna start taking them.

It's about time, Blanca.

They're gonna save your life.

I'm scared.

To die?

Or to live?

? Ooh, ah, ooh ?

? Ooh ?

? Ah, ah, ah, ooh ?

? Ain't there something I can give? ?

Oh, my God, you're my first customer.

Welcome to Vogue Nails.

Y'all got acrylics?

Uh, yeah. How long you want 'em?

- Long.
- Oh. Okay, well, come on.

I'm gonna take good care of you.

She said, "Long".

What kind of nails do you want?
You want 'em like mine?

? The scales are sometimes unbalanced ?

This...

- is called the Naomi.
- Oh!

It's all about the bawdy.

You gotta...

Them legs gon' get you far, girl.

... hit, strike and work.

Ooh.

Oh! Hold on now. You
hittin' me with the hips?

Gotta hit you with a pose.

? And so unselfishly ?

? And I tell you now ?

? That I made a vow ?

? I'm giving you the best that I got ?

? Baby ?

? Yes, I tell you now ?

? That I made a vow ?

? I'm giving you the best that I got ?

? Honey ?

? Everybody's got opinions ?

? About the way they think
our story's gonna end ?

I'm Damon Evangelista...

and this is Vogue...

one...

oh...

one.

? We love so strong ?

? And so unselfishly ?

I said, in alphabetical order.

Chanel, Dior, Fendi.

Get it right.

? Baby ?

- Oh, no, thanks. I'm not hungry.
- Mm!

And I need to be in
fighting shape, anyway.

Every day they have more and
more auditions for Voguers.

You're focused. I like that.

? Listen, baby ?

I'm-a just say it.

It don't feel right
that Ricky's not here.

I respect that you chose yourself,

but we loved him, too.

Let's see how much y'all love him

when y'all hear he a Wintour now.

What? Who told you that?

You know what? I'm not even worried.

You should be.

Elektra don't play fair.

Well, guess what, life ain't fair.

Evangelistas have been
the underdogs before,

and that ain't stopped us
from getting what's ours.

We won against Elektra.

I went toe-to-toe with Frederica

and got my own salon open.

And, shit, I'm fighting against AIDS.

- Yas, Motha.
- Thank you.

So we can do anything as
long as we got each other.

Well, that deserves a goddamn toast.

- Yeah!
- To family!

- To family!
- To family!

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