WELCOME TO MY KINGDOM.
Yeah--kingdom.
Because let's be honest: when I walk in, the room shifts. The drinks get colder, the crowd gets louder, and suddenly everyone stands up a little taller because they know they're in the presence of a man who can actually keep eye contact and command a stage.
I'm Cunning Stunt: part showman, part menace, part walking punchline your mother would absolutely warn you about.
Sharp jaw, sharper wit. Good with the mic, better with my hands.
If you came here looking for subtlety... babe, take a lap. I don't do soft entrances.
I'm a drag king built on craft, humor, rhythm, and a little bit of chaos, performing across New York City with the kind of energy that makes you check your morals, your wallet, and your blood pressure.
I host.
I perform.
I lift spirits, drop jaws, and raise a few questionable decisions.
Expect:
-Masc swagger and stupidly good suits
-Comedy that hits harder than your last situationship
-Lip-syncs so tight they could fix your childhood problems
-Audience interaction that will have you sweating, one way or another
If you want a King who can command a crowd, read the room, and still give you a wink that'll ruin your entire week... congratulations. You found him.