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How does it feel to drag?

The first picture was taken a couple of days before I shaved my beard. My hair was shampooed in the morning before I left for my work.

The second picture was taken a couple of days after the first pic. Shaved, not shampooed hair, makeup on, nothing unusual.

In the first pic, I don’t think I look bad (because I can’t look bad in pictures) but when you look at the second picture, you feel like that’s such a pretty lady. I don’t mean to sound like I’m full of myself (maybe a little bit?) but you have to agree, the second picture does look like the old Hollywood actresses’ look. Even the messed up hair feels like has fallen to right places. It doesn’t look slutty or cheap but more like sultry and romantic.

I’m the same person in the end, behind those beard as well as the makeup. I feel the same way for the people I love and the ones I don’t. It doesn’t change. If I love someone, I still love that person.

I have not done drag drag previously but I have gone out in makeup many times with my beard and liner and jewelries, because I love to bend the gender roles in dressing and I still love to do it and I will continue doing it.

However I wanted to try drag because for me, it’s an art. To become like a woman, to maybe appear like someone you love so much is a form of art. For example, when I saw my picture, I felt like I looked like my mother in her young age (taller body with shorter hair version though).

To become so pretty that you feel you are exactly like your mother, a face you have loved since your first breath is no less than an art form. To feel what your mother might have felt amongst men staring at her, to feel what it feels like to be a woman takes courage, pair of metal balls, might I say.

It’s not some mere desire to look like a woman nor some dirty trick to get men in the bed. Honestly, the side of men you’ll see after going drag, you might would want to give up on the desire for men, it can be so nasty. However, heart wants what it wants.

It’s not some fun game honey! It takes a lot of nerve to do drag or might I say, it takes a lot of nerve to be a woman. So before you consider a queen some cheap cross dresser you hooked up with over Grindr, you better watch your mouth.

And to all the queens who have been doing this for so long, you all have my respect and love.

I Do NOT Hate India

So lately I have been posting many things that I find ridiculous in India and now people search for “Gay who hates India” and find my blog. I mean seriously? Let me clarify it.

I do NOT hate India.

I post about things that I dislike and I use the instances of India because I live in this country. It does not mean that if that is  happening in other country, I won’t say anything about them. Continue reading I Do NOT Hate India