I could never tell anyone about my drag queen identity. They would call me a freak and run away. I don’t blame them though. I mean, it’s not natural for a man to want to look like a pretty woman. It’s not natural for a man to have feelings for another man.

The other queens around me seem to be comfortable with their choices. They have no morals and will do whatever makes them happy. But that’s because they have no one to dissapoint. They were never accepted in life, and therefore don’t know what it feels like to be normal. Not that I really know what it is like to be normal though. All I know is the little bits and pieces I feel when I’m around my family.

My family has always supported me, or at least the masculine side of me. It hurts me to know that I haven’t done the same. I’ve betrayed them so many times. My entire life is a lie, and oddly enough, a part of me is ohkay with that.