Birth of a Drag Queen

Teetering on the edge of insanity Trying to find a center of Gravity Cutting off my circulation in order to make this declaration about my queen-born ability to walk with such fabulosity. Though this gown's a monstrosity, my hair a curiosity, there's much about this lofty gait that I did not anticipate. Like how the swinging of my hips counters the sway of my fingertips. Who knew there would be such an orchestration? A body in concert - a standing ovation! And every step another encore, deliriously shouting, "More! More! More!" And suddenly, the world is new. I've never seen it from this point of view. Amazing the difference a few inches can make to change the reality which I now create. And though my feet are squeezed like stumps into these six-inch stiletto pumps, a testimonial I must profess; How wonderful it is to be a boy in a dress.