Welcome to the official home of Bobby LeMaire - Brooklyn's genderfucked nightlife phenomenon, contortionist dream demon, punk-doll sex angel, and the performer your friends warn you about before you walk into the bar.
Bobby is not a drag queen.
Bobby is not a boy.
Bobby is not a girl.
Bobby is an experience, a frequency, a misdemeanor, a miracle, and occasionally a hazard to local infrastructure.
They bend, twist, flip, flirt, giggle, smirk, and seduce their way across New York City nightlife with a mix of athleticism, queer grit, couture absurdity, and absolutely no desire to fit your expectations.
If you came here to understand Bobby... good luck.
If you came here to worship - you're right on time.
Bobby LeMaire is a Cape May-raised, Brooklyn-forged creative force:
A contortation-traine dancer.
A punk performance artist.
A community agitator.
A gender anarchist.
A queer nightlife disruptor.
And one of the most exciting new performers storming NYC stages with no wig, no nails, and no fear.
They are proof that raw energy, messy sensuality, and feral glamour can win a pageant just as easily as a rhinestoned queen can.
Bobby is art.
Bobby is chaos.
Bobby is church.