Hello boys, girls, transgenderists,
So if you read this mag often you'd know that this is my first column (hopefully). Well, so maybe a little bit about myself wouldn't go terribly astray so here we go. Hold on it can get bumpy in some places and I don't have any valium on me so if you feel too stressed don't come whining to me (if you absolutely must direct it to firstname.lastname@example.org, p.s I don't ignore flames, I just bitch back).
So, by now you're probably wondering 'who is this little queen?' Why must I read what he says? And why do French polished nails sound so much more exotic than they look? The answer to the last two questions is just 'because.' The first one is a tad more complicated. Well, I am a 17-year-old gay male -- I prefer the term boy, it just sounds so much more camp -- who lives in Brisbane, Queensland (no not Queens'land) Australia. A nice place to visit, but you get over it quickly. I am proud of who I am and what I have achieved. I am most of all proud of being gay. I know I didn't have any choice in the matter but I am proud of the fact that I have kept it together and come to accept who I am faster and better than so many others I know.
True, I have had the cliche gay upbringing. I have the dominant mother and absent father. I am now in a single parent relationship with my mother who plays a huge part in my life, but I still don't hold the opinion that that was what *turned* me gay. I firmly believe that I have always been gay in the same sense that a straight person has always been straight. I was playing with Barbies up until I was ten years old (I still feel a tad nostalgic when I walk down Barbie lane in the local Toys R' Us, when are they getting their adult section anyway?) and I still think she looks fantastic, though I think she's had work. I mean who still looks that young at like 40 anyway? Though why I am gay is totally beside the point. The fact is I am and besides even if I did have a choice in the matter I wouldn't change teams in a second, though I would firmly support any switch involving Leonardo Di Caprio, Dean Cain or David Duchovny.
I am completing grade Twelve at the moment, final year of high school for the international readers out there, though I am doing it externally through my school, why? Because of a little thing called special medical consideration. Earlier this year, I suffered an emotional breakdown due to how I was treated at my school by my peers. Not because I was an out Gay trouble maker who would spoil every open day by pointing out the subtle homoerotic nature of sticking balls down clowns' throats but because I was courteous and didn't find football like born again Christians find God. My school is basically a white Catholic stagnant monoculture with no idea how to tackle homophobia (the fact that the Australian Education Union has put out an anti-homophobia teaching kit was appeared totally irrelevant to my principal). Whatever. The fact is I no longer attend there but will still get my completion certificate and a fairly high score.
I am 17, but can pass for 18 without a problem, so I do spend a lot of my social time at night clubs and, yes, I do occasionally indulge in recreational drug use. I know what they do to my body and I know the possible long term effects so it was a personal decision and not one that I would encourage anyone else to choose. In fact quite the opposite. I am single but have had many relationships but my main hobby has scared a lot of guys getting to close to me. No, that is not the drugs but my penchant for going out in drag. My drag name is Elektra Statik by the way. It's not a sexual thing. I just occasionally like to be a tad outrageous once in a while and it's a hell of a lot of fun. I have made money from it before (I've been told that I am quite a talented performer) but it is by no means my long-term career goal.
I do a lot of volunteer work for an AIDS organization called QuAC (Queensland Aids Coucil) and that has very much opened my eyes. I believe that AIDS is a disease, not a punishment inflicted on the wicked for being evil. I believe it is one of the greatest tragedies of this century. But most importantly, I believe there is a cure and I am doing my small part in helping to find it as well as helping to prevent PLWHA (people living with HIV\AIDS) from being discriminated against and being shunned by the community. When you see a friend die of this disease, it is hard to say that you won't help. Sorry to get all heavy on you there, but I just feel it is an important part of the queer community and one that needs addressing.
On a lighter note, I am helping to organize a dance party here called the Sleaze Ball which is turning out to be a lot of fun and plus I also get free admission, YAY! so if you are in Brisbane come along. It should be a killer night and wear as little as possible it can get a tad hot. I've already got my outfit planned (just a little inspiration for any other aspiring drag queens out there) it's a tight black pvc corset with metal studs over the breast cups, a small netted skirt that flares right out, a pair of black 5 inch stilletos and a pair of black pvc leggings, I know that was off the point I just thought it would be helpful when you're getting a feel for who I am.
Well I guess that's about it. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it (half a pack of cigarettes later....).
Remember if homophobia is the homophobic's problem not ours, don't change yourself for anyone
Love and Kitsch,