Gender bender bender

What can I say? It's a 2-in-1 tick (✓✓) and it was so much fun!

The brief story goes like that:

Pride Week Friday was themed Gender Trouble. It was as well the day when I learned that the Proud Bus is not gonna be. So I raised my spirit by few drinks in probably the best pub in Bristol (The Bridge Inn, just by the new sex clinic) and it got quite late. Following one lawyer's advice I decided to go as a Drag King. That was cool and my folks liked it a lot but a) I did not really look like a boy and b) that was not that much of a challenge. Still fun though and my dearest friends attempted (again) to rob me of some of my garment.

But for the following day, the big Pride Day, I had something special awaiting. I went Drag Queen! (or as some might prefer faux queen)

The effect was stunning. So, first of all, I looked like a whore, a prostitute. A walk to town with dear Pixie on my side (angel-like winged creature straight from Love Parade Berlin) was a long encounter of by-passers comments and smiles. Second of all, it was confusing. People that new me had at least few seconds delay recognition, those that knew me less well often did not recognise me until I opened my mouth and those that didn't know me at all were at least confused - a boy? but a girl? but a boy? but a girl?.. Awesome!

Of course there's a story of a singing star from Sing Out Bristol (http://www.singoutbristol.com/) that did not recognised me for something like 20 minutes of conversation. Isn't it lovely?

And in the evening on the after party (http://www.facebook.com/?page=1&sk=messages#!/event.php?eid=117989081582622) I had a very pleasant conversation with a very pleasant random girl and she so clearly thought that I was a boy in girls clothes.

So pretending to be a boy pretending to be a girl and pretending to be someone else on a night out - oh yes, I've done it! And I'm gonna do it again :)

Last two things - my drag name is Miss Chardonnay. And Miss Chardonnay was so hot in the eyes of many many lesbians. That's weird, but that's awesome. That's legendary.

Other stories

I'm not doing great with my original list hence a bit of replacements on the way..

I'm not doing great with time but there's still over a month to go so I still stand a chance.

And after the 27th of September there's a Jesus time ahead of me and it's going to be awesome! Jesus was a low profile carpenter until he hit 30. Then everything changed - he became a public person, he had a grand group of friends and followers, he showed his talents, he had lots of fun, he achieved whatever he wanted to achieve.. he was fulfilled.

Back to ticking boxes:

I played rugby for the first time ever on Saturday last week (part of Pride Week events). It was great fun and I really enjoyed myself. It even crossed my mind to maybe play rugby sometime with a lesbian team. But after 1 day of fun I couldn't walk properly for at least another 4 and I strained my shoulder which kept on hurting for a week... I'm not a sporty person but I'm rather fit, I thought. Is that ageing?

Write a short story ✓ (and get a prize!)

On the 6th of August 2010 the Folk House in Bristol was hosting an amazing event called Open Write Night.

(http://www.facebook.com/note.php?created&&suggest&note_id=456284725329&id=150021483106#!/event.php?eid=135682079785809&ref=ts)

It was loads of fun oscillating around people having 20 minutes to write a piece containing 3 random words/phrases picked up by the audience. I decided to partake in it. And I got my incredibly awesome 3rd place! And I'm so so so Proud of it. That's my bit (including: Nancy's double bass, Greyhound bus and legs).

Travelling expands horizons. Literally and figuratively. That's why it's awesome. That's what I've been hearing throughout my life again and again and again.
My friend Anna did America in 1999- old good times. This is one of her stories.

No matter how introvert you are and how much you dislike random people after travelling for ten hours on a Greyhound bus you run out of options.
Starring through the window - ticked,
Sleeping - ticked,
Fantasizing - ticked.
Anna had to start talking to a fellow passenger.
- Hey..!
- Hey, I'm Anna.
- I'm Nancy. Where do you come from?
- I'm from Poland. Po-land.
- Yeah... Cool.
- That's...
- Oh, I know! Let me think. Poland, Poland, Poland... Pol-and, Pole-end, Pole-end. Of course - it's at the end of the North Pole.
And so it went. They talked and talked. Killing the time, talking about families, movies they've seen, hobbies. Anna talked about her fourteen hamsters, Nancy talked about her double bass.
After three hours of talking they arrived to L.A. After three hours of talking they really liked each other and Anna really wanted to see Nancy's double bass. But when Nancy asked:
- Do you want to stay at mine overnight? I could show you some really cool places that not many people have seen..
Anna answered:
- No. I have my hostel booked. Maybe we meet later?

And that's the worst story Anna has ever told me. And why did she say no? Because she didn't shave her legs for a week.
It's not an awesome story, is it?