Now that this season of RuPaul's Drag Race has almost come to the finish line, it's time for me to put in my two cents about all this comedy-queen bashing that has happened. Quite a few queens were saying that drag is not about comedy.
If I ever piss my pants because I'm too drunk, I would rather pass out in a dark, dank alley with rats eating my new nylons than go to another bar. This got me thinking about drinking, alcohol in general and how people act while under the influence.
Pandora gave me the extroverted side I needed. She gave me the opportunity to break down walls and learn more about myself than I ever thought possible. She also created a sense of duality inside me, a feeling that I was only liked or accepted when I wore that mask.
I guess I've had two coming-outs. I'm like a greedy debutante or something. I came out as a raging homosexual and then a fancy fake lady. They actually were about two months apart, so we'll just combined them into one.