My take on being a drag queen.
I started with very little. Only the desire to be on stage.
It started in Chester, England. I knew, or thought I did, I was going to be Barbra Streisand. I borrowed a brown polyester dress and a blond page wig from a friend. I had no makeup so used watercolors to paint my eyes. I chose the song, Love is a Bore. I thought I was the monkey's uncle. They liked what I did but the question from many was, "who was are you supposed to be." From that day forward I felt that the only way to impersonate was to be somebody. And Streisand, I wasn't! :(
Am I a transvestite because I do drag. Maybe. I see it as theatre. Don't know what it is nowadays, but we have to tag sexuality to everything.
I have an infinity for drag queens. We all do it for different reasons. And no matter how much we are criticized or put down, we go on.
Drag has taken a turn over the years. It's no longer interesting to see a queen lip-synch to a song. It's more important to sing live. I give credit to those that can sing. I cannot.
I have seen the most fabulous queens sing live. Jim Bailey being one of them. What a Judy! Yet. I have seen many who would be better off lip-syncing. And even then they haven't much to offer but gorgeous gowns and wonderful hair. Talent goes far beyond how much you paid for a gown or how much you spent on make up and jewelry.
To be continued......
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