Jeffree Star

How about he that blasphemously he calls himself “Jesus Christ with fake eyelashes” alone has created a massive network of a three hundred and fifty thousand scene and punk kids all over the globe; that he has almost 15 million profile views in less than a year, that he has had an enviable 13 million music listens in the past 11 months alone; that he does makeup for the Hollywood elite; and that maybe he’s more down to earth and approachable than most would think.

Jeffree Star wasn’t born beautiful. He scratched, screamed and screwed out an existence from the back woods of Deliverance amidst the surfers and tanned plastic whores of rural Orange County in California. Star was able to mollify his obsessive complusive disorder with his mother’s makeup and fineries and eventually this quiet desire for beauty got louder and louder; from this grew his unnatural and many say unholy desire to take over the underground. On weekends, Jeffree hit the Hollywood clubs, where he would dress in outlandish mini dresses and 9 inch high heels. This is where he met Celebrities that loved his makeup work and tapped his number into their cell phones. While other kids where studying and doing homework, Jeffree was in mansions and music videos, doing makeup and making tons of money. Star soon discovered stardom; beautiful girls purred and whispered at him; he had a better body and looked hotter then all of them. He was special and beautiful. Always the consummate hetero fucker, whether it was in the locker room or late at night in his locked bedroom, Jeffree Star kept his boy experiences to himself and smiled just before bed, empowering himself with power.