Last night as I wandered around Sandy's house, listening to music piped in via some sort of music service on the television, I had visions of being a drag king. Unfortunately, my hips are unmistakeable as those of a real woman. Only a queen dressed for satire would look like this.
I would need a professional make-up artist and some engineers to pull off drag, but my gawd! wouldn't it be fun to drape scarves on cute women while lip-synching something like "I'm a girl watcher" or "What's new, pussycat?" Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa....
There are some great songs for drag kings out there. The lustier, the better. And I am not a singer by any means, but some songs I think I could actually pull off because they do not require much from the voice. I wish I could remember what I heard last night....
I think my friends would absolutely die to see me cutting up since I am so quiet the rest of the time. A tacky act or not, it could be fun. Too bad I'm not pretty. If there was a singer out there that was scarred up... I'd be a shoo-in.
Well, there are legendary male singers who are ugly but they are also thin little monkeys.... Jagger, Tyler....
There might be some Elvis songs that could work, too.
LOL
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