Pride Parade was fun

I survived my long week end. I was in drag four times in three day. Only because Saturday was the parade at 10 am and then I had a show on the night. So I took an afternoon nap in between. I needed to try to make up for the little sleep I was getting at night.  I feel like sometimes my body is going to shut down one day because I have to push it so much. Plus I think I lost about 10 lbs just from the stress. My good boy jeans are loose on my today.  

Friday night at Drama Room was just as expected. I have been there before and the crowds are about always the same. It is a young crowd. They like dance-prancy numbers. (This is a technical term that I just made up.) There is only a small area for shows. It is like being punished, because it is in the corner of the room. I have learned to never wear a show gown with a train, because you will only be walking all over it as you perform. Plus you are on the same floor level as the crowd. They are so close you could reach out and touch them. My friend, Chanel, hosts the show and also does a dance contest. The young boys shake it and are awarded with prize money. We drag queens are like the half time show at a foot ball game. We do our numbers but really it about the boys. I figure it’s a paying gig, and it is easy cash, so I just smile and go with the flow. Plus it keeps me involved on the Dallas circle of drag.

Saturdays’ Pride parade in Fort Worth was a magnificent event. It is maybe half the size of the Dallas parade, but we don’t care. Fort Worth has a great community base and good people too. “Let them be Dallas and we will be Fort Worth.” My friends always say. This week end was an historic move for the parade. It was generally staged in the area near the clubs. But organizers pushed to have our parade in downtown for the first time in 30 years. With the support of local organizations and the city, we did it. We paraded down Main Street!  There were a few hiccups about staging the parade in downtown. But I feel it was just because on the newness of the event in down town. Hope fully the participants will be come accustomed to the new parade venue in following years.  Also too, the start of the parade was marred by protesters with signs and bull horns. It was a beautiful day and they had nothing better than to bother us.  They called me names and some were quite vulgar. I even talked to one in Spanish, as if I did not understand his English. His confusion was quite comical. I yelled out my phone number and told him to call me, he was a nut but he was a cute nut! Like all the guys I meet, I’m sure he won’t call. 

I felt so honored to ride in the back of a convertible like a true beauty queen. I wore my best sequin baby blue dress complete with tulle over skirt. I donned my crown and white gloves and waved like a princess.  The car even had signs on both sides that were custom printed for pageant owners to use in the parade.  No one knew that under my dress I had only a bra, fake boobs and shorts and socks. It was easier than getting fully dressed.  We got to the parade staging area that’s when I changed clothes. I took off my t-shirt.  I slipped into my dress and hopped in the car. The crowd would only see me from the waist up.





Mattie and Madison Devereaux



My best friend Kandace was riding on another float and had given me a bottle beer just before the parade stepped off at 10am.  (She is a “budlight” girl from way back.)  I stashed it in my bra and it kept my chest cool.  I would pull it from my bosoms and swig on it, the crowd would go wild. It was so unexpected and really made me the hit of the parade. I was definitely noticed.  As the car rolled past the downtown restaurants, one group of obviously straight guys were hollering for my attention. They were all in work uniforms and all in their twenties.  They called my name, because it was written on the sign, and begged me to guzzle it in front of them. I acted appalled, but then sucked down the beer as they cheered.  Yes, I chugged it like a lady.  I hollered back that my breasts were sponsored by Budweiser!  The beer was all gone by the time we rolled to the end of the parade. It was amazing to hear the crowd call my name and say I looked beautiful.  I kept thinking I should have put my number on the back of that damn sign.  It might have helped; it couldn’t hurt, right? The parade ended in grand style and it was totally worth waking up t 6: 30 am to put on my makeup.  Plus it was awesome to know that my pageant system stands behind me too. They had paid the entry fee, organized the printing of the signs and made arrangement for the use of the car. I was like a true queen. And now I can say “I did it in downtown Fort Worth, and men cheered me on!