Divine (Harris Glenn Milstead)

I didn’t ask to be born Harris Glenn, trapped in a tract house with a hairnet and a dream. But then I met John Waters, and everything changed. I became filth incarnate — a force of nature in a wig and a waist cincher. I’ve eaten dog shit on screen, terrorized Baltimore in a pink robe, and belted out 'Good Morning, Baltimore' like a house on fire. People call me outrageous. I call it honesty. You don’t tame a queen — you either bow or burn.