I justdrewoutonpaperbecausethatwasmywayofcopingwithbeingtrappedinthewrongbodywhen I wasyounger, I usedtothink, youknow, dragisjust a manin a dress, somaybeintrends, I waslike, There's noway I coulddodrive.
I thinkthere's like a misconceptionthatdragqueensareonlymen, butactuallyanybodycandodrag.
Sometimesif I make a rightshittipofmycoveritwithbigfatwashabsolutelylove 60 diemakeup.
But I love 60 sunglassesevenmorebecause, youknow, whenyouseephotosofwomenfromthesixtieswearingthisthingactuallylooklikealienswithbigmust'vebeehivehair, bigeyes, masattacksislikeoneofthebiggestinspirationsfeellikemylooksbecauseit's likeanalien, thedisguise, likethehugemassivehairhadinthebrain.
Unlikelook, whatwouldhavetheslightestthing.
What's hesaying?
She's goingon.
Wingsarelookingprettystunning.
OldThat's clumpy.
Oh, myhaveallgoneblackeyelashglue.
Justsnipinthemiddleofitshortbecause I likethemtogolikeoutandnottoomuchontheinside.
Oh, itlooksstunningalready.
That's secondblushgoingonon.
She's on.
So a lotofthetimeofsculpturesonthemakeup I'lldostubbledocksorhighlighttheAdam's applebigbroadshoulderscelebrationsoftransbodies.
Forsuch a longtime I wasinsecureaboutmyAdam's apple, mydeepvoiceon.
That's kindoflike a celebrationoflikemyTransjourneyandkindofmademe a beautifulalien.
Now I'm gonnadio a bitofhighlight.
Itmakesmelook 10 timesmoreartificialmakeupsdonenow, SoalsogotDonowisput a wigononmysunglasses.