The Generations of Shellhammer

I pick and choose my family. Personally just as we’re born and the rest is drag, so is the family we end up with. If you don’t like it, you can change it. Thankfully I was given a handful of blood relatives I can be very proud of. There are very few Shellhammers that can live up to the fabulous status and artistic potential that people like me have been a template for.

First there was Bradford. Then there is me. Some day there will be Maris. She is my almost equally talented real cousin whom is currently fine-tuning her skills to become the next most fabulous & famous one of the Shellhammer blood line. I can see it in her eyes and her fabulous art work.

Mark my words! After I am old and my wigs have turned to platinum, there will be Maris! And she’s got little to worry about because there can only be one artistic fabulous one of us per generation. Plus I endorse her, like a Presidential candidate. She has my vote to follow in my fabulousness.