And welcome, gays and gay-adjacents, to this miraculous little swath of unbridled celebration that all we queer kids like to call "Pride Month." The whole damn month! Prepare yourself to be covered in drag queens. Now that Drag Race has packed it in for the season, you might find it reasonable to assume that there is going to be a lot less drag in our lives from here on out. WELL, JUST STOP ASSUMING THAT RIGHT NOW, Wrongy McWrongfaceson. No such thing, Miss Thang! Seattle has more drag queens than Starbucks employees—that's just a stone-cold fact—and they are going to be all over Pride like crabs on your college boyfriend. It begins tonight with the second annual the Face—Le Faux at Julia's amateur drag competition, "in search of the next Le Faux celebrity illusionist"! This will be happening every Thursday until Pride. The contest is judged by Le Faux mastermind Eladio Preciado, Victor Nguyen, and a rotating cast of guest judges who will offer insight, give advice, and read these byatches to filth. As they say. And the winner? He and/or she (yes, the competition is open to females who were born that way) will be mentored by some fabulous and seasoned drag artists (Freya Love, for one, and the amazing Kristy Champagne, for two) into Le Faux's newest celebrity impersonator! Julia's on Broadway, 8 pm, free, all ages.



As you know damn good and well, I am a fucking fool for nostalgia—I can't get enough of that crap, even if I am CLEARLY far too young and fresh to have actually participated in whatever the hell we are nostalgicizing about. (Hush your sassy mouth.) Case in point: the Timberline! Back in ye olden tymes, Timberline was a big country-and-western palace of two-steppin' gayness with peanut shells all over the floor and day drunks in every corner, but its true crowning glory (cowboy hat of glory?) was its Sunday disco tea dance, featuring legendary 50-cent beers and everybody you were dancing on the speakers at Neighbours with the night before. (I'm guessing.) Every queer and his French poodle would show up (oftentimes in the same clothes as the night before, for some odd reason), and a gay time was had by all. But time marched on, Cornish took over the building, and even after a valiant struggle to thrive in a new location, the magic died, the peanuts went away, the cost of beer went through the roof, and the old girl blew away. Until now! Somehow the place has been wrestled from the greedy, bar-killing fingers of Cornish, and the old Timberline and its disco tea dance shall rise again, one day only! With DJ Dana Dub and our friend Derek Pavone. Raisbeck Performance Hall (aka the Timberline), 4–9 pm, $10, 21+. recommended