It’s April 22, the first day of Tokyo Rainbow Pride (TRP), and I feel like Zsa Zsa Gabor as I pull up to Yoyogi Park in a taxi cab (no train for this queen!) in full drag. It’s already 3 p.m. I woke up late and it takes me around three hours to get in costume as my drag alter ego, Le Horla.

I’m in a bit of a rush to get to Pride, specifically to catch a friend’s performance on the main stage. Stepping out of the cab, I look left; I look right.

“Ah! There’s Matt!”