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10 THOUGHTS about doing comedy in drag:
1) 1. Having no pockets is an outstanding way to avoid buying drinks. Oodles of free lady drinks. My new favorite is the Washington Apple; its pure bliss that tastes like Jubilee’s “4th of July” fingers exploding on to my tongue.
2) 2. Not until I ripped two pair of stockings did I realize I had “problem areas”. Being a broad is depressing.
3) 3. Leave drag to the professionals. If it were up to me I would’ve just thrown on a wig, a skirt, and a Carrie necklace and called it day, but I had some badass drag queens help me out. The ladies (pgp), like master craftsmen, turned this pale block of clay into a cast member of the Bad Girls Club.
4) 4. Where in the blue hell is my earring?!?!
5) 5. I was terrified going on stage with no real direction of where to go in my mind (a good reason I edited half of the performance out, due to a bunch of crowd work, I did leave in a reference to an earlier comic and how she banged a fella while he was smoking because it set up the rest of the set). I went back and forth from telling jokes as a drag queen, as dude in a dress, and as a lady. The style switching was a hot mess, but it worked! Actually “hot mess” would be the best definition of Ms. Drusilla Wayne.
6) 6. An older gentleman kept making jokes about date rape and roofies to me and I kept thinking “you know what, this just isn’t funny.” What I’m trying to say is “ladies you were right... Daniel Tosh is a dick.”
7) 7. No matter how much face washing or bottles of Dawn dish soap used you will still have eyeliner on for work the next day. And I kept telling myself that I looked like Johnny Depp or the Undertaker, but I know damn well I was just a fruity magician. *Interesting note: I originally wrote “gay magician” but apparently “magician” is one of the few words that makes “gay” sound gayer.
8) 8. It is fun not to be recognized, it took friends and family forever to figure out who I was. So if I ever get framed for murdering my wife by a one-armed man I’m not growing a beard or using Touch of Grey, I’m going drag baby!
9) 9. I wish the show hadn’t gone so well. I may have said on stage that I disliked the word “ho”, but I am a straight-up whore for laughs and if a dry spell hits I may run back into the seductive arms of double-spanks and ovary jokes.
10) 10. I’m never doing it again, not because of the gender bending or the repeated question I got the next morning “you have a girlfriend? Right??” But because I am a pantywaist when it comes to things near my eye! I bitched excessively while eye make-up was probed in and around my cornea. It felt like the opening scene of Star Trek First Contact. Ladies, of all sorts…you win!