I've always been a fan of drag-even when I was younger. Growing up, I saw Ru Paul as one badass motherfucker. Shit, who needs Barney when you've got a drag queen with more sass than the hood? My mom never really knew about it until I was about ten.
We were at a liquor store in Spenard (A very lower-class part of town) and there was a BEAUTIFUL drag queen standing around outside. .My step-dad went inside, calling the queen a "faggot" while on his way. My mom commented on how that was "kind of sick" for me to have to see. I told her and my step-dad to shut up because that was a very sexy man, and that I found him to be more attractive than myself. After telling my step-dad to "shut the fuck up and get a more extensive vocabulary," my mom and step-dad considered putting me in counseling.
I avoided counseling and years passed. .I read stories and made a guy friend or two of mine over. However, in April, I got in contact with an old friend of mine. He picked me up and we went to his place for a bit. We wound up dating and one night, while drunk, he admitted to me that he was in to drag. Being the first person that he told - ever, he was really scared that I would dump him and tell all of his friends (His friends just aren't very open-minded like that, I suppose). .
Anyways, I went to his place the next day and we shaved him down. \
There. My first, hands on, experience with making one over.
I love it. Not him.