i did it!

i've only done drag a few times with friends in missouri, and that was even years ago. a friend of mine whose been doing stuff around denver for years recently started her own entertainment night... and i did it. after watching the first show, and volunteering to make buttons for the second to help her raise money, i came up with the brilliant idea of what i wanted to try. with short time to practice from making all the buttons i got dressed up in all my parts and went to the bar. as predicted none of my friends showed... it was a monday night, understandable. a few people i had just met did show which made it greater. i greeted one i had only met once before and her friend who i had never met before and what a sight i must of been to them. i had on jeans to cover up the heals and nylons i was wearing under, a shirt, a vest, and a jacket to cover up the feather boa and lace that covered up the feminine curve from the corset, aviator sunglasses to cover up the fake eyelashes and eye make-up, a hat to cover up the hair i spent hours curling for the big reveal, facial hair to cover up my lack of masculine traits, and a tie to cover up... well i just like ties. i was nearly the last to perform, and the girlfriend of another girl came by me as i was waiting for my turn and said she was going to rip my beard off before the night was over, i told her to give me five minutes and i'd do it myself.
i came up with the name bo bordello last minute, and the host introduced me and for some reason as she as i am, something else comes over me when i step out like that. even though it's a small bar, the "stage" just the dance floor on the same level as everyone else, but i get like tunnel vision... probably from my social anxieties but yet i did it. i came out and raised my hands for people to keep cheering till my music started. during practice i hadn't managed to get everything off in time, so soon as it started i began stripping. i had no idea if my pants would rip off like i had wanted them to, and of coarse the didn't, and the back-up scissors were damn dull so i managed to somehow pull them off over my heals. my jacket, and tie lay behind me as i nervously kept moving forward and back unbuttoning my shirt, pulled off the lace that held the boa in place, wrapped that around my neck as i removed my sideburns, beard and glasses. thankfully a king collected and pulled my stuff over the dj station before i tripped, since i kept trying to stand on it. i was down to my bra, corset lil' black skirt, garter, thigh high retro style nylons, and black heels. the last to come off my hat as i shook out my hair so glad it kept most of the curled wave and i fished out some bobby pins. a girl i met over the weekend was sitting front row so i went to give her a lap dance and almost tripped over a table but i managed to do it leaving a pink feather on top of her head... it was still there after when she came to bring me a drink she promised me before. i don't remember any noise other than the song i had picked out, and a friend that watched said the bar was silent, in awww... i don't know... but i didn't remember hearing anything. through the rest of the acts there was a lot of conversation and people not paying attention to the show, so if they really did stop and watch me, and stop talking man that is a great compliment. after a few high fived me and said good job. this one guy came up introducing himself as straight... and he just kept saying wow. he said "when you came out as a guy and starting taking off stuff, i was concerned, i had no idea where this was going to go, but then whoa" i thanked him, and asked more about how it looked since i had trouble getting my pants off "that made it, something about starting to rip, then the scissors then just pulling them off." so i guess that seamed okay, but wow did i feel like i was clumbsy. i need to practice moves, and moving around. after i went outside where a friend was the bouncer so she didn't get to see me perform and had only seen me in the boy clothes before so when i came out with just the girly stuff left she exclaimed "now that's the kendall i know".
it's strange i wouldn't be the girly kendall she knows with out drag... the first time i tried it, i liked the way my face looked, the first time i kind of looked at myself and thought "hey i like this". my jaw i had always hated it being so square and big, but for some reason i liked it, and how it works with a fake beard. i love being tall, and embracing all that i am as a curvy woman to be a boy, or man, be masculine, yet still be so girly. i love to be the extremes. it seams a lot of people think only butch chicks do drag cause they want to be a man or something... but i own 99% skirts, more corsets than pants, and since doing drag my first time i embrace pretty much everything about myself. and after still being curvy and plump and pulling off being in front of people as naked as i was with compliments after still dressed in just that... i feel darn good about my curves. still working on losing weight for health but damn, in the mean time i can so rock this.
now i just need to figure out what i can do that's even better for next time!