Well as I recall, in my day, this was not drag, but it was called Gender Fuck. The last time I went out on Halloween in drag - about 1994 - I kept the goatee because I was terrified of what I looked like without it. Who knows, this year I just might shave it off and scare myself...
AtStirred, Straight Up, with a Twist, it helps to remember that it is permanently 1962 (give or take a decade); and that the problems of the real world can be solved with a touch of glamour and a dash of style.
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it may be me, but i've never been gaga over bearded drags. when i do it, and it's not too often nowadays, i shave it off.
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ReplyDeleteWell as I recall, in my day, this was not drag, but it was called Gender Fuck. The last time I went out on Halloween in drag - about 1994 - I kept the goatee because I was terrified of what I looked like without it. Who knows, this year I just might shave it off and scare myself...
ReplyDeleteWhere o where did you find this?? i was part of this "gang" for a few months...i do believe this is the ever-fabulous Montana...
ReplyDeletedish - Oh, honey, I swiped it from some other blog in cyberspace that I've long since forgotten. Do share some stories of the "gang," though!
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