I love the name my parents gave to me. Julia Charvat is who I am. I am proud to be a member of such a loving and open-minded family, so I wear this name with a lot of pride. But sometimes I just need to be someone else, someone grander, someone fearless. This is when I become Mimosa Hermosa Stevens. This blog is Mimosa’s own personal diary. Julia would be mortified to share such intimate passions, but Mimosa is too drunk to shut the f**k up.
I am an ever evolving creature, always striving to reinvent myself into the person I dream of being, while focusing on staying true to the core of who I am. I try not to think of any goal as being too out of reach to achieve. While here on this earth, I am dedicated to the pursuit of my own personal utopia. I surround myself with positive, creative, and hilarious people who encourage me to be, well, me. Without the support of my family and friends I would be a pool of uninspired muddled flesh on the floor of my living room.
In my wildest fantasy, I am a pineapple princess, and I live in an octopus’ garden in the shade.
I love costumes more than most elementary school children.
I like to think of myself as a blend of the following fictional television characters: Claire Fisher, Angela Chase, Dexter Morgan, Sydney Bristow, Kevin Arnold, Liz Lemon, Jesse Pinkman, Michelle Tanner, and Vicki from Small Wonder. My tattered heart will forever belong to Jordan Catalano and James Sawyer Ford.
My idols are Glinda the Good Witch, Barbarella, and the drag queens of Rupaul’s Drag Race. I believe the Scissor Sisters, Lady Gaga, and Adam Lambert are making the world a happier, splashier place one eyeshadow sparkle at a time.
I often stay up late listening to the music of The Killers, Depeche Mode, Elton John, and the 90s bands that were the soundtrack to my teen angst years.
Humans are 60 percent water. I’m 90 percent champagne.