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A World in Drag

I was thinking about going to the laundry shop but time goes by oh so fast. *sniffs her own sleeve* Okay. I guess we can still wait a couple of days.

After my research on male cross-dressing in film (... still don't know if I want to take this as my future thesis' topic, even when the professor supposedly liked it), I was pretty sure I wanted to do two things before I die:

1. Dress up as a drag king and spend one night out with a group of kings.
2. Dress up as a faux queen and spend one night out with a group of queens.

I've always been very interested in gender issues, which are crucial to my writing. Some time ago, a professor had to cut down my enthusiasm in a project by pointing out that I was more interested in how I was about to portray the masculine and the feminine than in defining the pillars of my own story.

However, I'm very apathetic when it comes to define myself. I guess I don't care much. I'm a woman, and I feel comfortable with this, but I'm also comfortable between transpeople of all sorts. After all, I'm not the typical woman, if that thing exists. I wouldn't mind to be defined as a member of the third sex or even to be addressed in masculine if somebody couldn't understand me between the barriers of the concept woman. And I believe that I'm very androgynous in terms of appearance and personality -- well, maybe slightly more feminine in personality, but again, what's 'feminine'?

I'm equally attracted to masculine, feminine and androgynous people. I don't have any problem at all with cheery nancy boys or tough butch women. In any form of intercourse. I also don't find anything wrong with ultra-femmy girls (as my Sarah and Babette are :)) or hairy, macho men. It's fun that lipstick lesbians and bears tend to be despised by a small part of the LGBT community (by saying they 'reinforce' stereotypes), while butches and effeminate sissies can be looked down for exactly the same reason, or so some people say.

Anyway, I believe it'd be gorgeous to pose one night (and maybe more) as a character I've consciously constructed. Dressing up would be a whole theatrical experience for me, like playing a role or cosplaying, as I do when I dress up for Halloween -- a day I use more make-up than the rest of the year altogether. :) I've got some ideas for my boys, but sadly I can't tell you the names now. ;) One would be a dischanted old rocker and the other a horny, clumsy youngster. As for my girl, I only know I'd like to call her Stella/Estela, and she'd believe (and dress like) she was born from a multi-coloured flower.

It'd be fun to impersonate a character for some time instead of writing about him/her as I usually do. Actually, I'm thinking we could all do something like this someday, maybe softening the transgender side and putting more emphasis on the roleplaying. Which also leads me to think I'd really like to roleplay again... Okay, we'll see. Laundry first.

P.S.: I'd forgotten to add a wonderful quote attributed to RuPaul: 'I do not impersonate women! How many women do you know who march around in 7-inch heels, 3-foot wigs and skin-tight outfits?'

Posted by Elenis at January 12, 2008 9:54 PM