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Showing posts with label drag. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drag. Show all posts
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Feel Better About Yourself, Now!
No, I'm not talking about diets, exercise, showers, self-help books, self-esteem seminars, makeovers, new wardrobes, a sassy new haircut, new boyfriends/girlfriends, finally getting laid in, like, forever, having your mother call and actually not set you up for self-sabotage, Dr. Phil, a very welcoming religion-slash-cult, or naked "I love me!" sessions with your mirror.I'm talking about Daily Drag Queen Affirmations! (Or, DDQA, as it's called). Each morning you receive an email that links you to that day’s video: a man, dressed up like a woman, giving you praise or an uplifting thought that will hopefully brighten your day. As they say- "it’s like those little page-a-day calendars except fiercer and we don’t kill trees". And it's a chance to see your favorite drag performers- Jackie Beat, Willam Belli, Jazzmun . . . get out your credit card!
Because, really, what else can make you feel quite as good as a outrageous drag queen heaping you with praise? Perfect for those of us who don't know any real life queens, or those who do but would love to escape the catty and bitchy wit that can just as easily tear down that good vibe.
I find this site absolutely hilarious and cool and yeah, if I had $20 to spend, I'd start off my day with a laugh, too, and getting loved by a bunch of drag queens for a year.
And even better is the underlying message and rationale behind Auntie Luscious' project: that drag queens do a lot more than just look awesome and turn gender on its head. Drag organizations do amazing charity work and "It's the boys in heels who heal . . . if you're gunna look fierce you may as well act fierce, and nothing is fiercer-er than kindness, it kills 'em."
So, try it! Give it as a gift to a friend! Are you seriously telling me that there's someone out there who wouldn't benefit from this? And it's so much cheaper, and rewarding, than actually getting up and doing something that takes so much work. Let the drag queens soothe away your self-doubts.
And here's a couple of freebies, anyways:
And my crush object, Willam Belli:
See . . . doncha feel better? :)
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Drag Queen Dreams
Anybody who knows me knows that I hate wearing makeup. I mean, the odds are already stacked against me:1) It takes time. And, if you're going to do it right, at least a good fifteen minutes. I love sleep. I'd rather have a good fifteen minutes of extra sleep than having to haul my butt out of bed to apply what will presumably rub off my face two hours later. Yeah, I'm lazy.
2) Directly relatedo to #1 and linked by the laziness is the fact that I can be somewhat iffy on showers and washing my face; often I just crash into bed at the end of a long day. Easy to forget makeup, which likes to be washed off . . . and presto, you have instant, unforgiveable acne!
3) I hate the way it feels. I like to be comfortable- everywhere. Hair down and natural (no stiff, gelled-up locks I can't run my fingers through), loose clothes, flat shoes, and I can hardly even stand my bra. Makeup literally feels greasy and heavy on my face; I can't stand it.
4) I don't want to be self-conscious. My few forays of wearing makeup, particularly eye makeup, have shown that I touch my face a lot. If I want to leave it unmarred, I have to concentrate on it, and that makes me a whole lot less laid-back and happy.
5) It's expensive. At least, the good stuff is. And I'd rather spend my money on books, movies, CD's, porn, and food.
6) It makes me look less like myself. Just like lots of people are unrecognizable without their makeup, I look like a different person, and what's more, everybody wonders why. All of the sudden it becomes "Oh, you look pretty today! What's the occasion?". And when I have none, I feel foolish. Moreover, I don't want to suddenly be a slave to makeup, having to wear it lest people judge made-up me to non-made-up me. And of course, I'm not going to be one of those ridiculous girls who put on makeup only to have it look like I'm wearing none.
And there are more reasons. But that's why I just don't want to wear makeup on a regular basis. Having said all of that, though . . .
I fucking love playing dress-up. There's nothing like having a free afternoon and getting the old urge to rifle through my cosmetic pots to come up with something crazy, wild, and unapologetically queer. So I thought I'd share some fun "drag queen"-style shots I got when I did a little impromptu photoshoot after playing dress-up. They came out so suprisingly good . . . even if they don't look hardly drag queeny (Sigh. How can I get the great makeup skills they have?).
If I was feeling more up to it, I'd make this post deep and introspective- all about how my love of over-the-top makeup is probably hiding interesting issues of fear of femininity and competition with women, and how my identification with drag queens hints at discomfort with acknowledging my female gender or maybe is an attempt to trivialize femme urgings that I feel are too "mainstream" for a wacked-out girl who desperately wants to be read as queer.But I'm too tired for that. Concentrate on pretty pictures, instead.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
A Lil' Bit Of Genderqueer In Mainstream Porn
I was pleasantly surprised today. That doesn't happen hardly often enough.
I was actually doing a little Googling for another blog, and I ran across a description of the porn film "Masque". Nothing too special, except for the mention of "Asia Carrera in drag". I did a double take, read it again to make sure, and then did some furious research to discover that yes, it was true.
I bought and downloaded the film and was thrilled to see some brilliant genderqueerness making its way into what was otherwise a pretty mainstream movie. The lovely Asia- or rather, apparently, Samantha, the character she was playing- spoke a bit about always having been a tomboy, being somewhat jealous of the way the boys named their dicks . . . hence she's dressed up like this on Halloween. And she isn't some bad imitation, either- she rivals any veteran drag king, and she looks distinctly queer. She wears unapologetic facial hair, something I simply can't imagine most typical heterosexual male porn watchers to get behind.
I fucking love it.
The tryst is very erotic- some sensual dancing and later strap-on fucking (with an added element of voyeurism)- and well-filmed, but I'm already impressed by the very presence of the boy drag.
So. The rest of the film was unremarkable . . . cheerleader outfits, doctor/nurse play, requisite orgy, yada yada yada. But Asia Carrera in a mustache, tie, and hefty strap-on wooing a girl? Maybe I was wrong about mainstream porn being bland and gender-binary enforcing (or stereotypically "shemale" when not).
I'm happy for today. Thanks, writers Edwin Brown and Oola Bloom!
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