danatheb (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} danatheb) wrote,@ 2008-03-11 10:38:00 |
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It's True!
So, around about 1994 or maybe 1993 or even 1995, the point being I was probably cozied up to a bottle of Southern Comfort at the time so I don't remember exactly, my friends and I all went to Wigstock, and it was a blast, of course because everyone and I mean everyone loves a drag queen (don't quibble, most people do) and the rememberance of a posse of drag queens stopping and boarding one of those double decker sight seeing busses to the utter confusion and dismay of the fanny pack tourists is not something I will ever be able to think of and not smile, because come ON, drag queens are fine fine fine.
In any event, I was standing on the West Side Highway (on the sidewalk, not in the middle of the highway although many of the side streets were closed due to spontaneous voguing and Paris-is-Burning-like dancing busting out all over), waiting for a friend who'd gone into a store (for more beer? Cigarettes? I don't recall), and I was just leaning up on a wall, kinda taking in the whole day, when a shadow passed in front of me. I looked up, and in front of me is a fucking Glamazon, perhaps the tallest human being I have ever seen in my life, in five inch heels and when I say perfect hair and makeup, I mean SPOT ON, the wig was on point, the outfit was fierce, in sum, I was a little slackjawed because she was beautiful. She grabs my shoulders with (of course) long, manicured nails, turns to a friend who appeared next to her, says to the friend: SEE WHAT I MEAN ABOUT STRAIGHT GIRLS?!?!
I am agog, to say the least, and can not even fathom what straight girl thing I've done. She turns her head to me, sighs DRAMATICALLY and says:
GIRL, YOU AREN'T TRYING HARD ENOUGH!!!
grabs her friend by the arm, and runway strides it away from me, and disappears into the crowd.
So, around about 1994 or maybe 1993 or even 1995, the point being I was probably cozied up to a bottle of Southern Comfort at the time so I don't remember exactly, my friends and I all went to Wigstock, and it was a blast, of course because everyone and I mean everyone loves a drag queen (don't quibble, most people do) and the rememberance of a posse of drag queens stopping and boarding one of those double decker sight seeing busses to the utter confusion and dismay of the fanny pack tourists is not something I will ever be able to think of and not smile, because come ON, drag queens are fine fine fine.
In any event, I was standing on the West Side Highway (on the sidewalk, not in the middle of the highway although many of the side streets were closed due to spontaneous voguing and Paris-is-Burning-like dancing busting out all over), waiting for a friend who'd gone into a store (for more beer? Cigarettes? I don't recall), and I was just leaning up on a wall, kinda taking in the whole day, when a shadow passed in front of me. I looked up, and in front of me is a fucking Glamazon, perhaps the tallest human being I have ever seen in my life, in five inch heels and when I say perfect hair and makeup, I mean SPOT ON, the wig was on point, the outfit was fierce, in sum, I was a little slackjawed because she was beautiful. She grabs my shoulders with (of course) long, manicured nails, turns to a friend who appeared next to her, says to the friend: SEE WHAT I MEAN ABOUT STRAIGHT GIRLS?!?!
I am agog, to say the least, and can not even fathom what straight girl thing I've done. She turns her head to me, sighs DRAMATICALLY and says:
GIRL, YOU AREN'T TRYING HARD ENOUGH!!!
grabs her friend by the arm, and runway strides it away from me, and disappears into the crowd.
