new year

There are worse things

and there are worse things that could happen

SHAMPERS...............Now thats Class

Just when you think the dodgy end of any city street can offer so little a suprises then the icon city RotoVegas /Rotorua has one in store for the travelling bar fly or gay communter.
Its a bar that screams Class in a world strewn with manufactured imagery.
One could say.Suits function,creates ambiance.
All of the above.....and yet where so many other Gay friendly bars miss it is in the detail...
Now one could heap accolades only to find them tarnished by acting out of the equation
but to this point one of life experiences tells me you congratulate what you find and as you find to its eventual analysis...who am I.
WHEN THE CHORUS GIRL WHISTLES
WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO CLASS..............
I JUST HOPE THIS VENUE IS STILL RUNNING

RIP EARTHA KITT

Here is is girls...To some its the end of T.V.s Cat woman...butthat wasnt all she was...The woman was an artist and its ferocious best......cheers.....Admiring your passing is barely enough respect

MERRY PARTYING

just a start......

Now normally, one would tear open the mail with wild abandon. Upon finding a pinked and perfumed envelope, in the usual monthly bills, mail outs and invitations

to bargain hunt was indeed unusual. More so, because ,the age of the internet had made the art of email all that much easier.

Pink, perfumed, but who from? Harry, carefully prying it open, saw immediately that it was an invitation Hardly rocket science in that guess, but an invitation to what exactly.

He’d rather given up on such invitations, in an age when civil unions were all the rage, and his small group of familiars were hardly the marrying kind. But it was an invitation all the same.

Can’t be to rude.

His mother had always put his homosexual nature as ‘his being a bachelor and likely to remain so’. But who could it be from. Nobody he knew was in anyway

Inclined to marriage. Unless it was a clarion to one late calling in life.

And it was.

His old school friend , who had in her youth, put the sin in Cynthia than there were letters in the spelling. Here she was. Inviting him, so quaintly ,considering she was currently his employer, to another of her society weddings.

She herself had married well, but with little affection. Having decided that to marry for a better view of the hoi polloi was all it took to assume class, she had developed the manners of a matronly gorgon .Still all the same ,In doing this, her offspring were treated to grand affairs, in the hopes that their ventures into married life was somewhat more romantic, and intended than her own.

And of course here was, the handwritten note in a cursive hand.

Having driven her entire brood to the altar in some style, Cynthia Beckham-Towers: how one could ever name oneself after their own apartment block escapes me: had over the course of several large lattes and a viewof the next twenty years in suburban

anonymity, and decided to become a society wedding planner. The fact that her mouth didn’t even say sausage roll, meant her well meaning interference was costly if little else.

What was it this time ?

Sometime Cynthia’s invitations had proved rather lucrative in finding

invitations to perform. Hell in name . That sounded like the drum call for a performing dog.

Still It wasn’t polite to ignore her notes .

If handwritten, there wasn’t a penny to be made.

Cynthia, had several drawers of stationery, but only one rolling nib pen

Now Harry,we are wanting a few seat fillers and you’ll be just the ticket.

Seat fillers. Dressed for society with free hands to the best plonk and catering

the unfortunate bridal party could afford and considering who was doing the ordering. Harry had to admit that his diet was assortment of riches in comparison to

several of his pears eeking what ever they could out of the dissolving infrastructure of public service.

Harry had often filled that role among others for Cynthia’s plans.

Have to give her a ring. Text. Easier. Save the bent ear and prattle of Cynthias

Diary and planner.

Ita all greek to me

HERE SHE IS FOLKS..........THE BEST MOTHER OF THEM ALL..............TAKE A LESSON.....SHE COULDNT GET HER WAY SO SHE KILLED HER OWN......
SOME MOTHERS CANT HAVE EM.......OR AT LEAST RESPECT THE CHOICES THEIR CHILDREN MAKE.......BUT GLAD THEY ARE NO AS TRAGIC......THEY MERELY SHED TEARS OVER THE SUPERMARKET TROLLEY THESE DAYS

I'm Coming Out

I suppose that the term' coming out' has been bandied about for so long you actually forget there something of a process to go through...A few standard rebuttals.....
the classic...I thought your were going to give me grandchildren
and the you're no son of mine...echo in the sensibilities of many young gay person.....imagine how it must be for us.

Now whether gay is proved to be biological,atmospheric,peer pressure,or in the water.....has never been proved to the satisfaction of any side taking the argument.....but
always there is the classic WHY......
Cheek aside I would like to pipe up with WHY NOT
But its a braver thing to do than most parents think....
I know we would all like to live in some paradise where parents were likely to respond with
thats nice dear....and into todays media frenzy....its somewhat expected.....but rarely happens.
Parents have a process too.....
But the disappointment should be pointed at human nature and not through any proactive parenting they have been involved in....
Step One....
Avoid the obvious........which generally is parents repugnance of the act of sex itself
and you might have a way forward....
but at the first hurdle.....No amount of role modeling tends to break the barriers
put up for their children.....
well
not at first

Whats....In a word...almost everything

I was always of the firm belief that to be called a Diva you had in someway to earn it.
Mind you when the likes of Mariah and her pop sisters started flouting the name it seemed to loose all sense
To me a diva...was not only astounding...but also tempermental in the extreme in order to pull off iconic performances..when of late such activity seems to be reserved for waving ones hands at the top twenties....mind you Kylie Minogue as light as her material might be, would have to have such a title...given the fact that the media has taken her to breast cancer and back.....
So what is a diva......
and how do you earn the title

suffer for your art
illuminate your art
and when the time comes deliver as nobody has ever before...
so that you are beyond the comparison of all

oh and others

being original
iconic
and oh yes........ready to take the rough with the smooth and ride it out
So girls...you need to work it out.....
Start from the inside out....

Nothing stays original on the surface
Its always copied.....in an age
where the copyist is merely a patische
of the
original

The Road Chapter

And who said nuns cant be fun...Here's Sister Mike and the girls totally at see looking for their fundraising buckets......better wait till the tide goes out girls

Miss Otis Regrets......Bette is all fish

Well...before you caould breathe drag queen comedy and burlesque intoone sentence this generation has had the benefit of the Divine Miss M


Long before it was done to swing yourself around in bars.....she was entertaining the boys in towels at New Yorks Saunas...

But now as they say she's gone all Walt Disney


and being lined up with your own Las Vegas Revue cant be bad.....

Here's to you.....

The idol of my generation

Once Upon a Time

Now once upon a time...when the world of Hamilton Drag hadn't got so far up itself ...we all used to be sisters.
But typically of drag..and the sister hood and like anchors in sand..things drift.....

The Nuns on the Run

I never did come to grips with Nuns in the Aids Prevention business.Or even nuns as fundraisers...They always were to me a curtain raiser to feeling the worst of catholic angst....flying chalk..batmen on bikes..or repressed ladies who marriage stakes were
considered limited....and fun for musical comedy....
but for the larger men out there..what a great way of getting your attention...
So HERE TO THE SISTER WHO SUCK
...or did I read that wrong

Damned Diva

What can you tell
on which side of fabulous
you maybe
if you havent experienced

THE OUTRAGEOUS COMIC CABARET

The creation of Drag Soul for a New Age in Entertainment.
Bringing flamboyance back into fashion

Like an award show in your Living Room

Poking your funny bones with saucy flair

Unexpected glamour in Burlesque Style

Kicking Cows with both feet

Lady Handbags School for Dusted Favouites

The Queens of comedy Iced on stage.

The best View in town..Walking away from u.."

No

huhhhhhh hmmmmm

when u have it...get it out there

well.....just quietly

Here she is the perveyor of all things Australian,camp and as fresh as a sausy on a barbie....or somebody who might have frozen your uncles protate glad in the fridge and be fore you had time to listen had it fried and down your throat....
heres cheers to Dame Edna.............
Now thats style

Wheres the sense of humour in Homophobia

so.....I I suppose it might be a little out of the ordinary..and maybe to much of an ask of the Saturday market shoppers.But I really have to ask myself seriously where is the pay off on this one

Take a few enthusiastic voluynteer dragqueens...who wanted to rattle the buckets for the NZAids Foundation...at the local Saturday maeket.....a yearly ceommerative event to alert Joe Public....of World Aids Day....
Noe one would think that maybe the powers that be saw that this was not the most comfortable moment to bring the world of sex religion and politics together.....but it would be verym n ear sighted to allude that the AIDS Phenomenon as has been experienced in the last twenty years has not touched the personal lives of any citizen of theis the country of the....
Now of course take the statement of a fire truck as a staging platform children to who the focus of Worlds Aids Day was intended.....The Drag Queens in glorious colour with their own families



Now..the kicker is.. in a market that has the freedom of a religous fanatic can preach the passer by..the anti abortion lobby display graphic displays,and literature and chinese nationals show how organ gathering , demonstrating the crime in graphic detail amidst a collection of carpetbaggers with bargains and items you never intend to buy...but impluse is always an interesting ignition.

Impulse I believe was the reason this worthy project was 'kaiboshed'
Where two rivalling factions who are deep within politics of their own regarding, how many stages and how many stalls were allowed with a precinct.....hadnt actually grabbed the big picture
Now I will happily be arrested on points of homophobia ,and in full scale costume,with as many political angles why it should have gone ahead.....but I was damned if I was going to be
dragged to the city lockup for the purposes of tresspass......and not bring much positive reaction to what should have been a colourful and family generated event.......
To be scorned as not suitable for families.....
Now what did they expect.That I would take my cock out and wave it at passers by.
Surely the Drag Queen in context can be seen as she is.
The pantomime andThe Burlesque.
What ever behaviour was expected.It isnt..wasnt good enough.
More to come one thinks......so isnt the market having a Santa parade....
Now there's an apologetic thought.....
anybody listening

Now

NOW THERES A MOVIE THAT I SEE MOST SATURDAY NIGHTS.....I WONDER WHY.......OH THAT.....

now you have to be joking

WELL COLOUR ME PINK
wait til i get home and tell the kids

make up

So...you mean you stepped out with face on again Gladys.
I have always been asked the age old addage.
How do you make a whore maon?
You dont pay her of course......
and a drag Queen.
If she's moaning then somebody somewhere is not paying him...I mean her
attention. Personally I am for being one of the ladies who lunch. There's nothing like a good bitch and a tim tam to put a glitter sparkle into the universe.

Is this.....caught

Now who could that possibly be....................

Gavin Lambert...wrote it..but did I hear it right

So here is what became of the third truth's author.
Gavin Lambert wrote a novels..and to my knowledge reflected on Los Angeles Lives
AND THOSE...TO WHOM WE ASPIRED IN HOLLYWOOD,
His vision was to pull the veneer from the kleig lights at premieres
and included a number of well crafted movies.....
But in life's reflection

ALL CATS AT NIGHT ARE GREY

AND WHEN NATALIE WOOD TOMBOY IS BETRAYED BY GAY HUNK,ROBERT
REDFORD AS BEING.....GAY

SAYING THAT LINE ABOUT WHAT IT WAS TO KNOW

To this point Author Gavin Lambert has been a good guide.
Take a enclosed group of men with no exit and no alternative
Most cats have been known to have a skanky side

So..............Grey...............for now.

With her head in the gutter...and her eyes in the stars

So they say when you have come from humble sources and have any modicum of talent
.As iconic Edith Piaf was wont to say
WHO WANTS TO A SEE A LITTLE FRENCH CUNT MOAN ON ABOUT THE LOVE SHE LOST TO THOSE WHO NEVER HAD....

TAKE A HINT SET UP YOUR NEXT TRICK BEFORE THROWING IN THE ICE PICK

and the question remains
HOW OFTEN HAVE WE DONE THAT FOR OURSELVES AT THE CROSSROADS IN OUR ..............................LIVES
Here lies with the french sparrow.....the second of my known truths.
An indominable spirit in the face of adversity....

GIVE IT YOUR BEST SHOT WITH YOUR EYE ON THE EXIT

The Power of Positive Thinking

Now Mame Darling.....it's time I let the world know what influence you might have had on my thinking....as a young bookish child,a rather ordinary cliche.But to that same bookish boy,the bohemian lifestyle and cavaliar parenting skills sparked and retained the thinking for what amounts to my life time.

Despite the fact that I often quote OF my mother'S three codes in life.

LIFE IS A BANQUET AND MOST BASTARDS STARVE TO DEATH

That being the first believed wisdom was from a character carved out of characature..and yet to unlikely to be real

in which the same boyish youth ,would have him attend a school by phychologists in the nude.Unlikely that the nude teachers were on 'acid' in the bohemian late 1930s...but such departure from the norm ...but it's satirical smile at twentieth century thinking on parenting was seen as adventure,rather than.....whether you were a child who was seen and not heard
So much character....
BUT INDEED not my Mother...............but possibly the one I wish I had.
Now such is the fantasy of a child.
My maternal mother on the other hand has become quite a character of her own.

So I commend my first Fantasy Mother
Auntie Mame Dennis
by
Patrick Dennis
Now interestingly enough or strabgley enough
I was christened Dennis Patrick
AND...so discovering the delights of this were not
such a mystery one would have thought.
The fact same Patrick Dennis became if name serves
me correctly....served as producer of steamy male epics
inthe eighties.Surely not.Or has that strain of lunacy
really embrace what is is to discover for the first time.
You're not Different.
Your gay.Now to others that is different.
But in reading this novel....it's bookish admirer
saw his role model..fantasy mother..and to Miss Gloriousole
Drag Model

Damned Diva Productions

The Diva Prepares

Well...if there was ever a favourite pic of one's self it has to be this one.
The Diva prepares.
Its quite a process.Now theatrically you'd think its about creating a mask...but its the phycological that becomes an effort......add a few drinks...inspiration....and maybe its as good as it gets.................
But......with a little slap of mascara.............She arrives

The work at large

Just when they said it was Safe to get in the water,,,,there isalways something thats gonna keep you smiling....and youdwonder why they bothered to get dressed in the first place
I LOVE IT
The old girl's still got it

In Memorium

Well I had to wonder when it would come to pass......it seems that Hamilton may just be a drag queen or two less in the future....Now you'd have to work out why that might be.
Personally I believe it is a direct result of negativity,and the fact some haven't had a grasp on what exactly they started doing it for...or have lost sight of their original intentions.
So maybe the school for drag resilience need a few sterner directives....
or maybe the saying 'get real'...
So you dress in a drag to...............confuse,titillate,and entice COCK
You spend too much time wondering whats being stuffed in your arse..rather than whats coming out of it.
How much of it is you......
and what good is it doing the people who are looking on....
well............which way it flies.....
Personally I have always thought of the role of drag queen....
Mother
Confidante
and role model
Anything else has always been a bonus
So here's one up you girls
Love
Gloriousole

Doing what comes naturally

Well...you have to give the passing traffic a moment...as these unlikely companions hang it out there to see whats on the hook.......but seriously folks.

After reading about the roles a man takes in creating a

light to their own philosophy....Here's two unlikely pals.

Presenting....Queen of the Oscar Year Ms Fur Purse

thats her on the left....and fuck Gloria where did you get that hair.

Now thats drag.

It's trans but not sexual as you know it.

The autograph book leads to the future of the kindness

of this soul.

The Rise and Rise of a Daphne Bush

Well...you wouldn't put it passed her.they say.Now I am always one for a fair hand but of late I have come to question what loyalty there is,between drag queens,who want of a better word call each other sisters,and yet show not a jot of loyalty.

Well such appears in this example of how much shoulder sitting one person is likely to put up with.

Shoulder sitting.The process where somebody sits on one's shoulders for a better view and,then not understanding the foundation on which they sit.Take to defacating/shitting on your shoulders in order to create their own world.

Harsh I know. But recently many loyalties have been tossed to the wind is such a way I see as un imaginable.

Take the example of comic drag queen DAPHNE BUSH....Her first comic appearances were at the doors of Auckland Establishments .Spectacles and more glitter than foundation....and I know it's cruel to make ...but legs a giraffe on heat wouldnt pass by....would appear closer to the truth than is often said to this self styled daffy diva.

But digress my tirade not.

Her sister,friend.....and....My current hero..the Mole

chanpioned this diva wannabe..in a world that usually says different is

a word for wrong.....but I have now come to admire some who have gone before me...who finding the wannabe comedienne a little like the captain of the cribbage team.Lovely dear...but bloody tiring at the end of the day.

Have taken to driving her from the doors of drag queen admiration.....

Notable by the heirachy of Auckland flesh pots.

A loner to be sure....

but my isolation is by choice.

If this sister continues......

and doesnt seethe reality of her friendship with some...may find

her self.................

excommunicated.............

so make the scones girlfriend

Time to kiss arse....

or see the results of your own doing.........

Loyalty and friends are a rare item

No for sacrificing for the sake of a pissing competition

Cheers girl

Being the Fabulous Mole

Okay...Hard as it may be to stay in the drag queen business....here is one icon that deserves space.

Miss Mole has been Christchurch's leading light for as long as anybody can remember....and I was shy initially in my approach to such an icon.

My first meeting was as her own wicked smile met mine in one of the nation's fleshpots....but it was her arrival at parliament for the once and never done again GLAMMIES..that I had to always remain in awe...Dressed as if one would to visit the Pope..Hat for the races...makeup designed by crayon....and a sense of the absurd...

Here is something in the history of New Zealand Gay History to be celebrated....I am only too happy to call this old gal a sister.....In fact one could call her the antithesis to my own ...while I may delve in thought....theres nothing like the mole for saying it out .....encouraging the youth to show their well defined muscles...intellectually as well as physically.....

and no time for the fools who live behind their own reflections....She's out loud and living it all....

My personal heroine..................and makes me stay in the game longer than many would have thought possible

You go girl

The Tour

The Royal Tour

Is there anybody outtheere who has a grasp of the Big Picture.Or anybody looking how the gay 'scene' in the fleshpots of the country continue.
After touring the likes of Auckland K Road and after the backslapping glamour of Christchurch's Oscars I might claim at least a cock eyed opinion of what it is to be out...on the scene...nationally. False Modesty aside,I also managed t perform for each crowd to some acclaim...yet still as ever wondering...what it actual fact audiences shoot and hollar at....as I stomp clamp and declaim on stage...Anyway in what appears to be my performance card.....I can say that I have formed an opinion...IN THESE SHOES....although I admit to having a blister or two to show for it.
But publish and be damned I say.
So what nationally has the world left our expectation since'Priscilla Queen of the Dessert 'left town.

Dorothys sister on Ponsomby Road has to be the high point of charm and good graces...with Vera and Doreen ....who's ability to charm and rise up in the face of business despite weather whichtend to keep the best inside glued to their pcs and dvds.....come Saturday night...Still its quaint camp charm is a jewel in Ponsomby Road for all to enjoy...be it as cafe bar or entertainment venue....You my dear sisters, are heroes.....and your old world charm could teach many a lesson to many of my sisters up and down the country.
But...moving along I was suprised to be greeted at K Roads fleshpots with such charm and elan from the management,especially the Trump Tower of the Auckland Drag Scene.Miss Ribena.
Despite the brickbats this often beleagured diva recieves....I cannot say that I was under all circumstances treated with the utmost respect,and given the opportunity to throw my 'lot'around on their stage....was thrilled to be part of the sweaty glamour that fills the imaginations of the bevy of gay larrikans,dudes,hotties and dare I say wall flowers.
Now of course Iam notwithout some observations
Take the fact that I was travelling south the next day to the Christchurch Oscars..and Miss Ribena after some altercation with her southern sister Mole was not....was notsuprised to see her dressed in her Oscar Dress for the occasion...andalso was spread across the Gaynz foldout in the same outfit....Not a word said...but the note was taken.
BUT THAT BEING HALF A WEEKENDS EXERCISE....
I travelled south to Christchurchs annual Oscars.Now seeing this as a high point for performance I was endeared by my southern sister...the trashy flashy and forever realistic Mole....but found that many of the other performers were taking the opportunity to create mayhem.....making the awards arduous...rather than a joy for all.....So I feel that in all fairness.....to our scene....girls..get off the pot and take a reality check.....we have few spotlights on our industry in this country as it is...why make it such a trial.....we should celebrate....and not spend valuable time exercising the worse aspects of our egos.....in the words of the old song
ITS NICE WORK IF YOU CAN GET IT......
and I wonder who actually appreciates even that.
Go try find workin the straight world girls.......its all a different reality..
But Mole.........you are a wonder.....a true sister...if my antithisis.....
but the highlight of my night was the lection of the queen of the year
Here one is chosen for a years work.....and not for a one off performance...
and rightly it went to a dear queen and friend...
Miss Fur Purse.......
If I thought she was able to bring her charm to a national standing...
I am only there to encourage her....its drag not as we know it...but it is drag
Now to the big picture.....
WHY ARE THOSE UNDER THE SPOTLIGHT IN THE DRAG INDUSTRY SO BOUND UP IN
BULLY BOY STYLED COMPETITION......
Its likely to offer more negative than positive....
and attitudes...sorry girls only tend to fester insecurites
I for one worry enough about my own 'shit'....who's got time for
anything else
Life isnt a rehearsal.....And drag queens play all three acts at once...
and dont appear to have the grace to appreciate to whom they are entertaining....
but keep going girls...
Times may change

hahaha

and thats as they say showbiz

The Search for a Ninth Life COSI

It is never far from my mind that any writer or diarist will recognize the harrassing,bullying,cajoling and smother one's significan other makes on the creative process.
In my cas it has to be the muse of my dearest companion.
My cat.
Cosi.
Named for the opera Cosi FanTutte,a comic piece about decpetive wives and boorish husbands she has been aptly named.Unless you consider the Aussie slang 'cosi' or costume which isnt suprising consider her rather dusty persian coat....or the fact. I had often instructed her, in the way people do with animals.That as a no nonsense measure.I would consider her death painless,and for her to be remembered as a costume piece, for wear. The taxidermist will have to wait. That particularly ghoulish idea idea met its match ,after an afternoon tea with a friend ,who's cat had recently been tranmorphed into the latest fashion accessory.A fur purse.

Yet an incident came to show me how I react in the face of immediate demise.
Or in this case what should be a memorium to the foibles of my cross to bare for companionship
in fact becomes a celebration of her unique place in my domestic life.

Picture this. The horror as the curb side road kiill is mistaken for the said COSI,the companion of my last decade by my departing mother after a more human concern. This visit has also been a point in which the domestic arrangements between her lap dog and her were given a test.
After the morning vets' visit.The dog is healthy and likely to live another five years ,and not
ready for a exit via vet as a mercy.In her mid seventies I wouldnt want my mother to be campaigning for Uthenasia.
Mind you this, and my mother'sown brush with cancer in the last twelve months would have seemed to have drawn a paralell with her amusement at the companions well being.
Sorry...A dopple ganging cat lies inert at the curb side. I look. I feel nothing.
Not a concern.Infact did the maths on how many cat tins I had bought very morning.
Neighbours emerged bloodied like extras in a 'Tarantino' classic.
Next the flatmates.Acqauintances who instant sympatico appears comic in the extreme
as her lady ship.
Cat.
Companion and feline yawned lazily and walked out into the sunline.
Now at this point.Is one fluffy cat like an another.
Or had my clever friend found a way of disguarding her former self for another.
No.She chose the same bag of bones to do so.
However during the rest of the day.
An acquaintance arrived in to visit teary eyed because he thought
His 'mate' was laid stiffly at the road side.
My own reaction would have to be one of bi partison which has somewhat shocked
companions and friends. But I have always,in most things shown a pragmatic approach to human tragedy.
Meanwhile my aged companion sneezes.
Reminding me....One fluffy cat might look like another but one the other hand...
There has been only one COSI

The Original Gloria

If I was ever to say genesis for a character,then when I heard Carol Channing sing the original sountrack of Jerry Herman's Hello Dolly I was hooked.
Here she is....a voice that could only be said to be crossed with a bandsaw,a cats meow and brass band.AND YET WHAT DELIVERY....
At five foot nothing/pint sized for the last 50 years this extraordinary entertainer has
romped,squawked and sold her broad delivery to some of the biggest stages in the world
Here's to you....
even the movies couldnt capture her....
to the glamour...pizazz...and your dynamo of originality
you have always been my inspiration

MISS CAROL CHANNING......................

The Drag Queen as Geisha

I have often considered the high art and lessons learnt in becoming a geisha: JAPANESE ICON
as not very dissimilar to those as garnered by the average drag queen.
In fact have though that comparisons
could be drawn.

Consider the young geisha who set apart and drawn into the geisha house under the watchful eyes of elder mother figures and geisha still exhibiting their craft,to high paying clients.
That craft can be for highly polished performance to entertain,in the ways of dance,musical accomplishment,and charm.The fact that such geisha may in the course of her duties,offer sexual favour for a variety of reasons: not least of all.Power.Position.Esteem.

Young gay men,in the process of discovering their sexual mores often desert their biological family and seek other role models and mother figures.Such is the lot of the young geisha trainee.
Despite what ever frustration homage is paid to age and experience,and also relevant disrespect
when trying to climb to a rung higher on the ladder.Of course this can be public,or for the better
and more established...thought of but never exposed.

So a geisha is a paid entertainer.Who's skills in music,dance and sexual favour are highly prized,yet spend a lifestyle away from their biologocal families....as simple as that...
it would seem that we have paralell lives.....

To my sisters...consider the life of a geisha

Fuschia

Well there it is...the flower.

Needs watering daily.

and oh the sun would help it in so many ways.

To Miss Fushchia Fucada

so apt.......with love as ever

was more in admiration.

Now fuschias have always had a large part of my life.

In fact it saved my mother from going quite mad...or at least out of current control

Gave her creative gardening for years.

But soon proved that once you are able to name more than a dozen

species....you might as well collect stamps....

but without watering like most creative things gardening or not...

are prone to a short life....

so delicate is this flower.....

and always good to know...

cheering the verandah of many a country town.

Gardens 4 us

Now here's a race to the finish.

In trying to stretch the carpet out beyond exp-ectation.It is difficult to see

the fabulousness of night drag during the day....

But give the girls a great project..and voila

they have organised themselves a gig.....

This is great moment.......

Lets start....

Remembering incidents in ones childhood can have a number of effect I have found.
Having been discovered painting my nails as a teenager , I found from my mother's discouraging tone,that it was the same as playing dress ups.This in fact was the territory of the'queen'.
I did hear the tome and possibly that was one of the factors in delaying my ascendence/descendence into the 'world of the drag queen'
At least I have thought that it made some delay..and offered me a number of life experiences that have helped to mould a sense of reality in a world populated with painted faces,clownish wigs and smiles that can make you question their reality.
From isolated child in need of attention,often mistaken for an intelligent human trying to create his own environment through amateur actor with a suitcase of bad reviews,schoolteacher much admired,author,artist and theatrical director.....I HAVE IT SEEMS ..made use of as building blocks in maintaining the precarious emotional world of a drag queen.
Many venture but few remain to make their mark.Those who achieve nationally are knowned to guarded and in some cases fierce.Such behaviour is often respected when exercised with grace and charm,or reviled if recognised as schoolyard bullying.
Such is the need and ambition of the wannabe that such behaviour is often mirrored.
I tend to think and look back over my shoulder...to what has passed before me,and walk happily in it's shadow,

An example being.Recently a young performer who has named herself after a designer label managed to 'rubbish' the arrival of 'Carmen' as an icon. Thinking that life is the here and now,I should imagine.Well..truth is...without the likes of Carmen and her trailblazing heyday ...I doubt if said handbag would so happily shopping for corporate Save Mart items. Let alone,recieving the positive attention she now expects.
To those and those who follow.
Drag did not start with the success
of Priscilla Queen of the Desert........
Get that
Cheers

So you want to be a drag queen

So you want to be a drag queen.
Sure its fun but first determine what you think you are going to get out of the experience.

Step 1
Stand in your underwear in front of a full length mirror.
The is the canvas you have to work with...and no amount of I'll go to Jenny Craig next week is going to: A. Aid the process.

Step Two
Buy your self Underwear
and decent pair of shoes.
Comfort over fashion can be an advantage.

Step Three.
Decide on how you see yourself.

Step Four
Find a friendly drag queen to assist you

Step Five
Just do it.

coming your way

Perfection.....

Now we had to get that one right.....

Now the picture......

Now is that marketing....or What.

Cheeky eh.But it's about the dollars.

AND you have to think clever to be clever.

Damned Diva Rule One.