I first fell in love with drag when I see "To Wong Foo, Thanks For Everything, Julie Newmar". That movie came at a time in my life where I new that I was very different and couldn't tell a soul. My only obession I could keep a complete secret was my need to dress in drag.
My idea of fun as a grown man watching HSN and QVC looking for practical makeup tips and reading Cosmopolitan like it's my queer version of a Bible. I practice how I would walk in heels and my ideal body type (for myself) is one that includes a booty and some hips, but just enough to grab.
I can't seem to shake the idea of putting on makeup and finding that perfect little dress that might fit. My only real concern is how in the hell im going to explain to anyone why I go to the womens section of the store and pick out clothes that fit me. Should I just tell them I am a drag trainee?
Maybe I need to get with the age of internet shopping and do things that way. Then I could concentrate on how to move my hips like Beyonce in "Bootylicious" so I can start my lipsyncing career.
I laugh when I think about my future. I am going to be on parole and my Parole Officer is going to wonder why I have an entire closet full of womens clothes and wigs. How am I going to explain that one? Guess I am a freak. Oh well, I have been a rarity since I have come into prison and come to terms with myself. It seems as though the more comfortable I become with me the more uncomfortable the world around me becomes with themselves. Weird.
Is it strange that I strut in my house and practice lip syncing in the mirror? Is it weird that I want to both "work the stage" and be a great business man? I don't want to be a woman. I like all of my parts, I want to be a Drag Queen. For me, androgyny is my goal. I think that I should be able to wear a dress and make it look good, how do other drag queens do it?
Does anyone out there have any advice?
With Love
Jeff Utnage
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