When I step out of that bright light, is when the adventure has ended.
Because before those lights turn off and the crowd dissipates, I am a whole different human being. Some people say that for them, it's like bringing out there inner selves on stage. But for me, it's as if I have become a different creature. An entity of sorts. When I finally leave the stage, and say goodbye to the rest of the girls, I see myself in the mirror as a fantasy. As I begin the process of becoming myself, the beauty of it all disappears. I remove the eyes (contacts), remove the lashes (fake), erase the red (lipstick), taking away the tan (bronzer), and finally pulling off the wig.
I'm halfway there at this point.
I have to take off the dress and remove my breasts (latex). I untuck and therefore I am back to being the man I truly am.
But every Saturday night, I am lucky enough to swap lives with an extravagant bitch named Tess Tosterone.
I'm a drag queen, and I'm lucky enough to enjoy two lives at once.
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