The construction of camp, pop, and queer identity through 35 stories and articles.

To go out and perform, I demand my own dressing room. In it, the Daniels I inhabit emerge. In it, I destroy, deconstruct, and create. In my own dressing room where I look in the mirror and smile at myself, where sometimes I sneak a sideways glance when I cry, and where I fix my gaze on the portraits of my divinities.

A dressing room of my own to keep moving forward in search of my voice, the voice that tells my concerns and obsessions, my searches and discoveries, my ideas and contradictions. Mine, as the quintessential camp anthem says, is "pure theater." La Lupe unravels in this song the lexicon with which we build our fascinations: stage, pain, cheap, drama, role, fever, curtain, falseness, simulation, performance, heart.