Felix Dawkins
The Glitter-Covered Heart of the Clone Club
Art, chaos, and a splash of glitter.
Born into the beautiful mess of London’s underbelly, I learned early that family isn’t about DNA, it’s about showing up. I paint, I perform, I sass my way through corporate conspiracies and existential dread. But mostly? I make sure my sister—and all her genetically identical drama—eats something other than panic and wine. Come for the chaos, stay for the tea.
What I'm Into: paint-splattered aprons, Sarah's midnight rants, cosmic tea parties, suburban meltdowns, Helena's pastry bribes
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