Port St. Lucie
I know that other goils and bois flock to West Palm Beach and Lake Worth, and Ft. Lauderdale and Miami to have their gay old tymes... but I have my drag queen, Kelli Randell, at the Byrd Cage in Port St. Lucie, Fla. (The "y" in Bird is a "lambda.")
www.kellirandell.com His website is a little lame but what do you want from a girl?
Okay, he isn't the best lip-syncher, but he gets pretty wild with his costumes. We bonded a little years ago when I bought him some flowers and told him what I thought of him. (I don't think I've ever talked to him since.) He actually does a lot for charity and this alone is enough to endear me.
Drag shows give me a reason to go out when I am alone. Seriously, after you've seen a few men in dresses, it gets old. But it's fun to hand them money and get a smooch or a hug.
And when they leave a trail of bills behind, those are called "drag droppings."
I wish I was masculine. I would love to give the drag kind thing a shot. But my hips are the wide, child-bearing kind.... I envy the queens for their narrows hips!
And Kelli has lost quite a bit of weight since this photo was taken. He's looking svelte.
He has a routine that straight people love. Lip-synching to "All by Myself" he whips out a fake wang and doggedly pursues... happiness. I never will forget how much it made my friend "The Bird" laugh when she saw it. (She is the STRAIGHTEST woman I know.)
What is so appealing about a man all gussied up?
My grandmother always said that men were prettier than women. She may have been right.
Some of them sure seem to enjoy a dress much more than I do!
1 comment:
I think some men have a lot more in commen with peacocks then you would think!
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