Yee Haw!
Hey Y'all! It's Texas time again!! Because at this time last year I didn't have a single reader (except for you baby)I'll cover the basics again.
For the past three years, three of my friends and I have flown down to Dallas Texas to attend the Miss Gay USofA pageant. It's a huge national drag pageant, and is about as much fun as four people can legally have together in public. It's hard to explain the draw exactly. It helps if you think drag is at all entertaining, and I do realize that many people don't. But there is just this amazing energy surrounding the pageant. It's so accepting and welcoming. Maybe it's just the intoxication of being in a city 2000 miles away from home, with people you know you can trust. No responsibilities, no witnesses, no reason not to just let go and have fun. Or maybe it's the actual intoxication. I gotta say, a couple hundred really hot, and extremely friendly gay men doesn't hurt the fun factor at all.
Last year was the best year so far. We all knew each other really well, and we had all these traditions established. Things went so smoothly because we knew what we were doing. And on top of all that, 3 of us decided to get pierced while we were there. In case the drag and drinking wasn't enough of a high, we got all that adrenaline! There is a part of me that wants to do it again this year, even though there is nothing in particular I want pierced, just to recapture the magic of that day.
I love this trip.
Another part of the fun is getting ready to go. While I'm very capable of putting on a skirt and makeup and being girly from time to time, I do not consider myself a girly girl, except for pageant time. For 4 days every May, it's all about being as girly as I can manage. It's scary how much work that takes. Getting a dress, shoes, bag, and accessories for finals night. Figuring out my makeup. Getting my hair cut, and colored. Manicures, pedicures, tanning. I have no idea how so many women do this stuff all year long. It's fun to visit, but it gets old fast. It's still a week before we head down, and I think I already hit maximum girly. Today not only did men hold doors for me, women did too. Oh, and the grandfatherly man who bagged my groceries called me Kitten.
It was a hell of a thing. I hope I don't burn out too early.
For the past three years, three of my friends and I have flown down to Dallas Texas to attend the Miss Gay USofA pageant. It's a huge national drag pageant, and is about as much fun as four people can legally have together in public. It's hard to explain the draw exactly. It helps if you think drag is at all entertaining, and I do realize that many people don't. But there is just this amazing energy surrounding the pageant. It's so accepting and welcoming. Maybe it's just the intoxication of being in a city 2000 miles away from home, with people you know you can trust. No responsibilities, no witnesses, no reason not to just let go and have fun. Or maybe it's the actual intoxication. I gotta say, a couple hundred really hot, and extremely friendly gay men doesn't hurt the fun factor at all.
Last year was the best year so far. We all knew each other really well, and we had all these traditions established. Things went so smoothly because we knew what we were doing. And on top of all that, 3 of us decided to get pierced while we were there. In case the drag and drinking wasn't enough of a high, we got all that adrenaline! There is a part of me that wants to do it again this year, even though there is nothing in particular I want pierced, just to recapture the magic of that day.
I love this trip.
Another part of the fun is getting ready to go. While I'm very capable of putting on a skirt and makeup and being girly from time to time, I do not consider myself a girly girl, except for pageant time. For 4 days every May, it's all about being as girly as I can manage. It's scary how much work that takes. Getting a dress, shoes, bag, and accessories for finals night. Figuring out my makeup. Getting my hair cut, and colored. Manicures, pedicures, tanning. I have no idea how so many women do this stuff all year long. It's fun to visit, but it gets old fast. It's still a week before we head down, and I think I already hit maximum girly. Today not only did men hold doors for me, women did too. Oh, and the grandfatherly man who bagged my groceries called me Kitten.
It was a hell of a thing. I hope I don't burn out too early.