Once asked.
Is life about climbing the ladder to success.
My answer would be.
There are a lot of rungs on that ladder.
And,who wants to meet a hairy wrestler
called Ces.
Laying flattened no thicker than a pancake I have thought,
to publish my 'drag' ramblings.In the last 7 years I have experienced a life in its spot light
has amazed,suprised and disappointed what is a fierce and diabolical life.
Take a drag queen's smile.
Doyou believe it, or does it have much credibility as it infamously signals,Lets do lunch.
Now that would be friendly enough is the bitch had your phone number.
Mind you that comes with it's own curses as well.
How often if you stop the texting war for a moment,actually rings you.
Certainly evbery year brings in a new crop of hopefuls. But after realising that in this
twilight world,that there too many stars.Not enough stages. And, where does your average
cross dressing superstar get the opportunity to adjust the lighting.
Let alone refocus.
Now.The short step to anonymity is kissing arse.
So cow towing without a talent to amuse would be ungracious in the extreme.
First set a target.
What am I going to get out of this experience.
so ends the muse......
Any questions. Gladly tackled
Gloriousole
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