Sunday, July 25, 2010

Pride, Lesbians and Corsets

Just because I moved up to remote corner of Vermont does not mean that I won't find a stage and get my ass up on it! Thank goodness for Pride! They let me do a pair of numbers for the festival yesterday. How did that happen? Well it's kind of surprising how far "I used to perform in New York" gets you once you're out of the city. So yeah... I basically wrote some of the folks who run the thing and said "Hey I'm local now, anything I can do for your Pride?" Having been in the big scary city gives you some hefty clout and I'm damn well going to use it! I'm certainly not above taking advantage of whatever breaks I can get.

Photo by Laura

I did two numbers, one brand new and one tried and true. First I did a brand spanking new number to the classic Aretha Franklin tune "You Make Me Feel (Like a Natural Woman.)" I got an amazing response to that number, and so many compliments. I finished up with Pink's "So What," which I've done a few times and have a ton of fun doing. I didn't get any video of the first number but I uploaded a full video of "So What" for those who care to see right here.

I known for a while but it really reaffirmed for me at this particular pride festival: lesbians LOVE me. Gay men like me well enough, though I suspect I'm not quite draggy enough for most of their tastes (i.e. over the top hair/makeup/gowns/glitter/etc.) But lesbians really dig what I do. I honestly am not entirely sure why, but I kind of love it. There were so many lesbians of all ages (though especially the younger ones) who made an effort to come up and say they liked my act. There were actually two really young girls (looked to me to be around 16 or 17) who found me backstage between numbers and asked if they could hug me. It was one of the most adorable things I'd ever seen and was probably the highlight for the day for me.

Photo by Laura

There was one sour note... I had it undeniably confirmed that I'm getting out of shape. I had to have Laura loosen my corset because it wasn't fitting anymore. I think I'd kind of known I was a little out of shape but was brushing it off... that kind of quantified it. I'm not letting myself get bummed out over it. It just means I need to start working out somewhat. Thinking of lugging the stationary bicycle out of the basement... we'll see if that actually happens or not.

Monday, July 19, 2010

Finding the Time

I think the hardest thing I've had to adjust to since moving up to Vermont is that for the first time since I've come out with my dressing I have to make time for it. When I first started in Boston I was working at a bar and on the nights of the drag show I would work in drag (that was how I started going out regularly and started to refine my look.) Once I moved to New York I put more of an emphasis on performing and after an initial dry spell I was usually performing at least once every few weeks. Performing is wonderful in and of itself but it also satisfied my need to get all dolled up and look fabulous. As a result I rarely got dressed up if I wasn't going out to perform or model.

Photo by Laura

However up here it's a different story. The opportunities to perform are going to be few and far between (will finally have my first show since moving at VT Pride this Saturday.) As a result it's become important that I make the time to feel pretty, otherwise it just won't happen. How often I'll feel the need is hard to say but I was lucky enough to get all gorgeous (in new clothes no less) and Laura snapped a few pictures. It's a bit of an odd thing because I haven't had to go out of my way to find a reason to dress since college.


Photo by Laura

That said there are some things that are nice about not having as many excuses to get dressed up. It makes the times that I do it feel a little less of a chore. On occassions in New York when I would have a few shows in the same week I would honestly get burned out. The make-up, the hair, the clothes, the heels... it's all rather exhausting. So in some ways it's nice to have it be an option rather than an obligation. That's not to say I wouldn't kill for a chance to hit a stage on a regular basis, because I would!

Photo by Laura

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Why Am I Here?

I suck at blogging. Seriously I've tried it three times in the past and all are now defunct. I can't even really use twitter properly. The reason for this is clear and there's two reasons for it. First I lead a fairly uneventful life, events of note tend to be few and far between and frankly I rather like it that way. Secondly I'm not so high on myself that I believe that my idle thoughts are worth sharing. So there you have, don't have much to talk about in terms of events and I prefer to keep my mundane thoughts in my head (or between myself and my wife.) So why the heck am I doing another blog? For the worst reason of all: because it's there.

I created an account on here so that I could comment on a few blogs that I followed and have an image and user name get attached to those comments. Of course that means that I had all the means of doing my own blog just sitting here going to waste. So here we are. This was going to be a statement of purpose post but honestly there isn't really a good purpose for this thing to even exist. I have no idea what I will write here and how often I'll feel compelled to write it. In my head it was going to be about the trials and tribulations of a big city drag queen being transplanted to the countryside... but I doubt I'll ever be that consistant about it.

All the same I think I've decided on my biggest enemy (next to love handles) that's now emerged thanks to country living: the farmer's tan. Just in case anybody doesn't know it's when your arms get tan from the bicep down but your upper arm and torso stay pale. It's the tan you get from being outside in a t-shirt too much, I now have it from working in the garden (stupid f*%#ing weeds.) I'll be doing my first performance since leaving New York later this month at VT Pride and the last thing I need is a farmer's tan.

How to get rid of it is a bit of a quandry. The obvious solution is nude (or near nude but that's not as much fun) tanning but there's two problems there. I refuse to get into a tanning bed, they just freak the hell out of me. Anything that gives me a tan and isn't the sun is wrong. So that leaves the real thing and while I now do have a yard and a lawn it's not private and there's no fence up to shield the eyes of the neighbors. I may have to get really sneaky about it and lay in the sun as on the floor as it comes through the windows... which of course means I'll have to keep moving. Regardless it's no doubt going to be a big pain in my ghost white ass.

I think I'll end on that thought for the time being. Just to add a little flair to this thing I'll finish off with a picture where I frankly look DAMN fine.

Photo by Sasha Renee