kind of a drag (legend of a cowgirl)

[fuzzymagenta]

I went to my first drag show last night. I had the most bleedingly brilliant time. I decided I want to BE a drag queen. Something problematic about that aspiration: I AM NOT A MAN. I mean, my style is pretty draggish all by itself. And due to the inordinate amount of pop culture trash TV I watch, I've got the black fashionista lingo thing going. I've looked at people and said to myself "what is this bitch doing? She is so fierce, girl girl better WORK" on several occasions. I am a fan of makeup, high heels and big hair. Anything to make me taller. Don't get me started on accessories; when it comes to sunglasses, bracelets, earrings, eyelashes, padded push up bras, the same mantra applies: bigger is better. More is more. Everything counts in large amounts (thanks, Depeche Mode). I embrace and at times celebrate my femininity. The way to get me to come out to the bar with you, is to tell me that there's a dance floor.

That being said, being a girl, especially a pretty one, is WORK.

Which leaves the other option of being a drag king. I can't say that I'm a fan of any aspect of looking like a boy. My T &  A are too large to fool a blind klansman (Dave Chapelle reference). I like shiny things. Glitter. Bustiers. Heels. Drama.

Which leaves me with following options:

1. follow Craig's suggestion at about 12:30 this morning, dress like a girl but then pack it in a little in the junk reigon, and tuck.
2. reenact the film Connie and Carla.

both of which sound like bad sitcom ideas.

final summation: I think I already am a drag queen, albeit a lazy one.

xoxo
Xlynn