“Don’t do drugs. Don’t murder someone." : Amanda Lepore on identity and dealing with the haters


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Once upon a time, in the shiny farcity of the All American nuclear family, a beautiful baby princess was born. Placed under a curse of arriving in untrue form, she lived quietly in a box waiting for, and wondering how, she would transform. Both her body and room encapsulated her in a cocoon she wished to emerge from, held together by threads of dreams that she had no idea how she would possibly reach.

Many of us are familiar with the legendary Amanda Lepore as a fierce nightlife diva who holds her own in tre magnifique composure without so much batting an eyelash at naysayers. No one would suspect as a youth she spent much tick-tock hiding, crippled with fear, dreading haircuts and dreary macho expectations pushed on little boys.

The Queer Gods looked upon this once timid babe and sent little rays of blessings via intimate moments with femininity in her 1970’s New Jersey suburb. These sparkling moments enticed Amanda, giving a glimmering glimpse of what her life could be. While her father’s command was callous and mother was often hospitalized for schizophrenia, a sweet nanny made space for judgement-free frolicking along with teaching Amanda the skill of sewing. More importantly, Amanda got to make merry with a true talisman of glamour:  a razzle-dazzle-riffic dolly, who just so happened to also live in a box, by the name of Barbie.


“I need to be myself. It’s how I am most comfortable.”

While family reflected society, Amanda’s mother would sometimes protect her; sometimes Amanda protected her mother from episodes and outbursts. Her brother emitted apathetic airs and Amanda had little support while schoolmates harassed her. Undisputed, absolute determination forefronted Amanda’s youth, knowing from a very young age she was meant to be a girl. Her response when asked what her most defining moment:  “My sex-change operation,” Amanda says with lightning speed, “becoming the person I was meant to be.”

Though the surgery’s financial assistance came through an abusive boyfriend’s father, a juxtaposition between salvation and subjugation, she moved onward, finding employment in beautification, with some sex work on the side. “When I worked as a Dominatrix, I was told that the clients would not be happy to find out I was not a ‘biological woman’ and get angry,” she explained. “I was always a bit nervous not knowing how they might react.”  The risk was also met with thrilling confirmation: to be worshipped, feeling powerful with whip in manicured hand, in control. Amanda Lepore’s command over her future grew, though fame “was not something I anticipated”.

It’s impossible to separate Amanda Lepore from her club kid days, yet there is no doubt she has survived beyond this torrid time regardless of the changes around her. In religious dedication to her personal style, even with her eras of experimentation, whether cherry red hair, baby bangs, Vegas showgirl from outer space, Amanda’s aesthetic journey has been none other than her own. The NYC Club Kids pivoted on reinvention, but Amanda never really had to. She had her brand from the start and has been respected for this in collaborations. “When working with others, I let them know that I like to stick to my own style,” Amanda says of early to most recent photoshoots. “I need to be myself. It’s how I am most comfortable.”

Surprisingly, Amanda’s not a fan of substances even though she was a fixture amongst a whacked out trope of fashion freaks that devoured them. And as the story goes, the excess brought the heyday to a crash and burn. “Don’t do drugs,” Amanda warns, noting the most senseless horror to boot, “Don’t murder someone.”  The Club Kids stomping grounds quickly turn into a ghost town, bombed into a dusty void, mostly due to Michael Alig’s maniacal actions. Clubs underwent interrogative lock-downs and the Queer fashionistas that were once outcasts, who found a comfortable coven to be themselves, saw their party come to an end. In a way, Michael Alig corralled beautiful weirdos that would grab the attention of the queer underground and in a sense helped create the street fashion, nightlife celebrity and widespread club culture massively accessible today, thanks to social media. The freedom and fantasy of these times meant a lot to Amanda, her first taste of real recognition and respect in a public eye, but she was swift and resolute in moving forward from the toxicity.


“Don’t do drugs. Don’t murder someone.”

Amanda stayed close to the few true blues in paving new avenues, such as trans sister Sophia Lamar and socialite designer Richie Rich, catwalking his Heatherette runway shows in the early ‘00’s. Nightlife energy and its music inspired Amanda to make tracks of her own, continuously releasing cheeky dance numbers since her 2005 debut, Introducing… Amanda Lepore. “Cazwell influenced me to start making music,” Amanda affirms as the popular gay rapper. “He wrote a lot of my songs, based on things that I actually say and do, and my personality. I thought it would be great to perform.”

With Cazwell’s technique and production pizzazz, Amanda’s sonic vision is imprinted with an adoration for disco and glam. Her latest EP, LEPORE., reflects this with David Bowie’s “Jean Genie”, more than an homage to the iconic androg alien but a touch on Americana rock’n’roll as well. Clubby remixes of “Champagne”, a banger about drinking bubbly morning, noon and night, shows the natural progression of incorporating music into her venue vamping:  “I love being part of the nightlife scene and I feel that I am able to give more by performing.”

Of course her lyrics are full of sex appeal, flirtatious escapades and GLAMOUR, GLAMOUR, GLAMOUR. “I love Old Hollywood, Pin-Up Girl, Burlesque,” she concedes, never shy about her fem crushes. “I just saw Dita Von Teese while she was in NYC for her recent tour – I really admire her and love her live performances.” With sweet salutations, past beauty heroes are worn honorably on her bejeweled satin sleeves. When we asked what her favorite film is, she responds without pause:  “Gentlemen Prefer Blondes – of course!” Her eloquent knowledge on the art of beautification was learned as a teen through neighbors with a home salon who would hairdress and discuss techniques practiced by movie starlets Elizabeth Taylor. When Amanda got her hands on some bleach, her foray into outer enchantment was lifted to new heights - literally. Just like Norma Jean, Amanda transformed from brown to white blonde and the glow already stirring inside shone brighter. And, like Marilyn Monroe and the Hollywood Babylon babes of yore, Amanda has a voracious appetite for a handsome man or two or few, the most important qualities in a gentleman being,  “An attentive man - I like a lot of attention!”, she laughs.


“I do not let others’ negativity affect my life or my happiness.”

As Dave LaChapelle’s muse, Amanda found further fame thru his candy-coated pop photography, lifting her to icon status with his lens. “David LaChapelle actually nicknamed me ‘The Most Expensive Body On Earth’”, Amanda explains, referring to her plastic surgeries, joyfully. “I am flattered, of course!”  LaChapelle and Amanda’s adoration for one another is evident, a creative collaboration beyond mutually beneficial. Above all, Lepore was not made to be someone’s plaything, unless she wanted to be, in all her love of the stage, for the camera, or after hours with a special friend. Lepore rightfully transcended from the focus on the golden artist whose ego erratics make and tear down their models. LaChapelle’s spotlight on his Muse, with deep respect, may have been the real turning point in making Amanda Lepore a legend.

In real life, Amanda is a cool and collected yet very warm and personable tiny woman with amazing curves. She practices boundaries and clean routines to reach this overall sense of Zen.  “I cherish my fans and seeing people happy! I am always occupied with things I love to do: performing, working on my outfits and accessories, eating healthy and doing yoga, not focusing on anything negative,” she says. Amanda does not worry of old age, “It’s not something I think so much about as I prefer to live in the present.” She only peers a little into the future, taking delight in the little things that come her way. Whether it’s the Louboutin Sample Sale or fan mail, little indulgences live atop her self-love sundae.  “I do a lot of online shopping, so I am always excited to receive packages, especially when I am out of town. I come home to lots of packages!”

This maven of nightlife flipped the trans script, building a realm of light and love around her, made most effective by her complete disinterest in frienemies. How does she deals with toxic people and difficult personas? “I don’t!” she replies. “I keep myself surrounded by positive people and influences. I do not let others’ negativity affect my life or my happiness.” Furthermore, her simple yet effective mantras could be of benefit to struggling queers. “Keep your head held high and always be yourself. Keep yourself surrounded by positive people and the people who support you,” she says.

Regardless of the perils with parents, the patriarchy, fearful situations as a woman in love, thru objectification by power hungry scenesters and haters galore, her body a battlefield, Amanda Lepore has found her peace within a world of chaos. To some she is seen as plastic, both by TERFs and contemporary trans activists who ironically look down on a woman’s right to choose what she does with her own body. She is so much more than a femme fatale with an appetite for men and money. In her beautifully penned memoirs, Doll Parts, Amanda Lepore details how she has discovered her strengths along the way of shaping (both literally and figuratively) the person she wanted to become.

Queer history books are full of fairy tales unfulfilled. We look back at Candy Darling, a muse of Andy Warhol’s, one of many outrageous NYC wild childs who culminated into celebrity. Candy’s premature death was often viewed as an afterthought to Andy’s intense fame, when in reality what would Andy be if he wasn’t such a shifty slumlord in the cult of personalities? Without Candy and so many others, Warhol wouldn’t have the amount of fame he does today. Too many times have brave beautiful spirited trans women been sidekicks and side notes in the past.

Amanda is the center of her own fairytale come true. She has reached beyond perceived limitations into a destiny she herself didn’t even know would be real. Thank you Amanda Lepore for being yourself and doing whatever it is you damn well please! You deserve all the best xo

Photography by Mateus Porto @orograph
Harness by
Yeha Leung @creepyyeha

Sunni Johnson is the Arts Editor of WUSSY and a writer, zinester, and musician based in Atlanta, GA.