Bimini
GAY TIMES Honour for Drag Hero
“I'm an absolute diva now,” says Bimini. “On a photoshoot, I'll get them to go out and buy me peanuts “I'm and I won't even eat them.” We can attest to this, the peanuts were not devoured on-set and we, the pwess, were mincing around East London trying to locate the right flavour. Sweet chilli coated peanuts, to be precise. Very hard to find. This was a joke, not a fact, just FYI. Bimini was not the diva they speak of, all they requested during the seven-hour shoot was some nibbles from Tesco’s and for Brooke Candy’s Sexorcism to be played on full blast while they exhibited a tremendous amount of brute strength by lifting a stepladder with one hand. The latter elicited a gasp from someone in the room (it was me). They may have found themselves stuck in the stepladder a bit later on, but it didn’t detract from the achievement to be quite honest.
Two weeks on, I’m speaking with the recipient of the GAY TIMES Honour for Drag Hero from their new flat, which they share with their best friend and drag sister Barbs. East London’s bendiest bitch has just had two days off, a rare occurrence in the life of a drag entertainer post-RuPaul’s Drag Race, particularly for a drag entertainer who’s been crashing the cis-tem with a solo lash on the charts, fashion spread after fashion spread and an
