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
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