It's a rather odd statement to make – let alone out it out there publicly – but truer words were never spoken. I was going through old facebook photos and reminiscing and there were two photos that I came across that just made me burst into laughter.

The first was this photo taken with my girl Veronica while we were at West Second Street. I got dressed up and competed in a Halloween Pin Up Girl Contest at Tree House and I totally took home first place. Veronica, her friend BP, and I decided to go out and grab at drink and their favorite bar. Scared shitless, would perhaps be a bit of an understatement, of how I was feeling at the time. I do not frequent heterosexual establishments all that often – I usually incur the wrath of jealous straight girls hating on me because their boyfriend just eye fucked me from across the room … oh and because I'm a ginger … the firecrotch is very mysterious and exotic to people. Oh there is also that whole drag queen thing – now I was born in Texas and raised in Detroit, so I can fuck some people's shit up, but its not usually how I like to end the night. I tend to only go out to gay clubs dressed up as Ginger but I thought, why not, we're in Reno – how out of the ordinary could it be for an overly done women in a tight corset and nothing else to walk into a club?

V, BP, and I went to go sit down in a booth and I kid you not within a period of an hour, seven guys had come up to me and offered to show me “the time of my life”. Granted the majority of them were drunk, but seriously …. seriously … seriously!!!! I am sitting at a table with two actual women who are really hot and you bypass them for the drag queen …. damn I'm good. At some point in the night we got up and headed to the dance floor where I was quite the popular figure. Then in a matter of minutes things changed quite rapidly. This girl came up to me and started dancing with me and then she grabbed my less-than-real hair and once she felt the artificial fibers of the wig she ran off to go tell everyone and their mother in the club. All of sudden, like a game of dominoes, I saw people and bouncers whispering things in each others' ears and pointing in my general direction. I grabbed BP & V and said we had to leave now. Mama didn't raise no foul and I am not going out like that – so I grabbed them and we hauled ass.

The other picture that I came across was one of us from EDGE nightclub after the premiere of A'DOLLed Fantasy. We decided to go out as a company and celebrate after the show. I was looking slamming that night; I was still glowing from a great show and the great last minute impulse buy of my sparkly corset. Similar to my experience at EDGE, I found that I didn't need to do really anything and guys were coming up to me wanting to dance, wanting to buy me drinks, and being generally freaky. This was made even more hilarious by the fact that I didn't have a purse so my cell phone was stuffed into one of my boobs and my Mens American Eagle wallet was stuffed into the other – apparently this did not confuse, shock, or any way disorientate my gentlemen callers. Within 20 minutes of being there I had a guy getting freaky with me on the dance floor and more followed him throughout the night. I even got more attention than some of the girls in the burlesque company once again forcing me to take a moment and go “really …. seriously …. seriously!!!!”.

It is an odd and generally inconvenient curse. I do believe that there is a higher power in this universe and that higher power must have a sense of humor. As a guy, I am cute, nice, and intelligent but it is sometimes hard to grab a hold of the attention of gay men who are often off-put by my drag queen lifestyle and a flamming persona that burns brighter than most. However as Ginger I am a smoking hot temptress that ensnares straight men in my web of mysterious drag queenary. They think to themselves that it is possible that I could be a man, but then they are so entranced by my fake eyelashes and all the shiny stuff I'm wearing that they kind of forget it. However, at some point I have to step away and cannot let things progress too far. There are times that I will be dancing and my wallet will be popping out of my corset, or I realize that my arms are a little hairy, or they will caress my hair and I always wonder if they can feel the wig or the large amounts of real hair contained underneath it. Panic and paranoia takes over, and never knowing quite sure how they are going to react, I often play it safe and pull away before the reality of my true identity is revealed. Who knows how the men would actually take it, but I understand that I am in a straight club on a Saturday night, it's 1:30am and people are drunk around me, and I am a drag queen. Things could happen and things do happen – transphobia and gender violence still occurs every single day and I do not want to put myself into an unsafe situation where something could go wrong.

So it's pretty devastating that my drag queen gets more booty than I do but is never really able to follow through on it, on account of the whole lack of vajajay thing. But I am sure that there is a guy out there who is straight but gay enough to fool around with a drag queen or vice versa. Now all I have to do is find him ;)