I just received the following email: Emily... I ran into a friend the other day who asked me about the gorgeous blonde friend I have on FB. No surprise that she was talking about you, but the funny part happened when she said, "That is the most beautiful drag queen I have ever seen."
What. The. Fuck???
Look to the left and scroll down a bit. That is the picture on my Facebook Profile. Raise your hand if you think it looks like a man. (Note: if you are the "Dick" that keeps leaving comments about how much you really don't like / hate me, don't bother. Your vote will not be counted.)
When I first read this I threw my head back and laughed out loud. Then I stopped and thought, "Hold on... I look like a man???" Ten seconds of wanting to cry, shoot Tequila intravenously and eat an entire pie with a fork led me to this thought...
There are three types of Drag Queens. (1) The ones that make you stop, stare, clutch your chest and mutter, "Bless her heart." (2) Those that make you gleefully jump up and down and hit the dance floor, arms outstretched, screaming along to "It's Raining Men." (3) And those that make you throw up your hands and cancel your gym membership because you know you can never compete with a MAN that looks that fucking amazing so why even try.
Clearly the woman who made the comment to my friend has seen her fair share of Drag Queens and dubbed me the most beautiful of them all. I am officially a Category 3 Drag Queen - which is WAY better than just being a 41 year old woman who is looking more and more like a man with every passing day.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
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