Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it is time for another guest writer.
I was checking out my friend Doni's new blog when I noticed the description he used for himself.
The rants and raves of a drag queen from Manila
I was shocked. I knew D had a penchant for dressing up in women's clothes, for putting on layers and layers of make-up, for performing and uploading his videos in the Internet, but I never thought he considered himself as a drag queen.
I have always thought it was a katuwaan, something for fun, but not as an identity label. I have friends who are transexuals and cross dressers; who dress up, behave and act like women but D was different. He dresses as a man on most days, working at an office in Singapore.
I realized maybe there are many kinds of drag queens and I was curious. What does it mean to be a drag queen? How does it feel like? Does it feel like being a woman? Why does he like it? I encouraged D to write about it and here is his tale.
I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. Drag queens are fascinating, with their larger than life personas and their ability to cross gender boundaries. They are beautiful mesmerizing creatures who remind us that the world can be something other than what it is; happier perhaps.