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I performed recently
at a charity event, in front of a predominantly straight crowd; and I was
delighted when a friend of mine told me afterwards that the table of
blokes sitting beside her had spent half the show arguing over whether I
was a boy or a girl underneath the make-up. That is possibly the greatest
compliment I could have received. If I, as a femme dressed up as a boy
dressed up as a girl can convince a total stranger that I am biologically
male, then I have done it! I am doing Drag in its most generic
interpretation. I am passing as a man! Ooh, the genderfuck of it all! That
is what it’s all about. The excitement of passing as another gender.
It’s a very powerful feeling to know that you have pulled off such a
charade in a room full of 100 people. It’s twice as powerful to me
because it is a double switch. That audience expected that under the
make-up and hair and sparkly dress they’d find a flat chest and a cock
whereas they’d actually find the tits and ass they had assumed were part
of a costume.
It amazed me how
readily those people were determined to believe that I was a boy. Even
though I didn’t have my (quite ample if I do say so myself) tits bound
or particularly covered up.
And don’t think
it’s just the innocent wee heterosexuals neither. I played hostess at a
new dyke club recently and a lot of women I haven’t seen before on the
scene were there. Well, the looks a few of their faces as I walked around.
It was openly hostile, as if to say: what’s that bloke been let hostess
this club for just because he’s in a dress? Gods it was hilarious. But
all the same, I felt good because I was passing.
In other news this
month boys and girls, my plans for Miss Alternative 2001 are just so much
dust in the wind I’m afraid. *snivel* Due to an administrative mix up
and a ridiculous amount of entrants, the contestants for this year’s
competition were selected by lottery. What can I say but “Well,
there’s always next year and Good Luck to all those who did get
picked!”
As for me, well,
I’ll be slogging away in The George and hopefully doing a few more gigs
soon in front of gullible straight audiences!
And
last but not least, Happy Valentine’s Day!!
Lurve, Miss
DialEmma. XXX
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