Drag-ville

This is my blog and I say whatever pleases me at whatever time pleases me. Today it's about my fascination with drag. On a day like today when I'd sign myself in for gender change surgery at the drop of a hat or less, I remember my feather boas very fondly. Correction I have actually taken them all out just to be able to see them. There are quite a lot. I don't know what I was trying to prove when I bought them seeing I'm as straight as they come. But they are so luxurious to the touch, so warm and give you the va-va-voom you need once in a while. And I wish I wear a man so I'd be able to go around in drag. As it is, I still do, only difference is that it's a woman inside so that makes it look pretty convincing. If only facebook could come up with something like Dragville where you'd have to shop in designer outlets to create the exact image. Oh I'd be such a loyal customer then. Because instead of milking the cows I'd be milking the leather, the fur, the feathers the heels. So much more stylish. And since there is no virtual Dragville, I'm making my own. And it's all real life.