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My inner drag queen

There is a drag queen

whose star hangs between my joy and shame.

Baby Love is her name.

 

Ms. Love to you.

 

She’ll see you now,

though no audience sees her.

Look her in the face

and a regal red fingernail

gauges out your eyeballs.

 

She rises; a demure dragon,

sequin scales flashing disco hues.

Emerges from cave of tacky tiaras and tiramisu,

discarded during hissy fits.

 

She scares me, this diva supreme.

Too deviant, too defiant

for this man straight-laced into suit and tie.

 

Baby looks me in the mind’s eye,

pouts, then shouts

“Snap out of it, bitch!”

 

Sashays back to her den

where no men may follow.

 

The repressible Ms. Love,

Will I ever be ready for her close-up?

◄ I'm Losing My Faith...

Review: Undone at AXM in Manchester during Pride week ►

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Thu 12th Aug 2010 18:43

Nice turn with 'the repressible Ms Love', when all the while I was figuring 'she' was 'irrepressible'. Did you make up the word...sure seems like a logical one? Other than neat alliteration and sound bites, does 'tiramisu' have sexual connotations?

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Andy N

Wed 11th Aug 2010 13:48

very performance based, rod.. i can certainly see you performing this one and think it is quite different from some of your other stuff have seen you do.

my favourite line is 'Emerges from cave of tacky tiaras and tiramisu,

discarded during hissy fits.'

nice stuff!

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