I've never had as good as a night as this past Sunday night(4/24).

Charles, I’m going to tell you this only once, all you would have had to do was say “There is going to be a roast on Sunday” and I would have come. You didn’t need all the cloak and dagger my friend! Also I do hope someone snuck a video taking device in the venue and filmed it, as I didn’t and for the life of me don’t understand why video was prohibited. And no don’t you dare say “it was for your comfort.” I’ll cut you.

Some of you may find this a little weird but Sunday night was the most fun I’d had in a long time. But it took some doing.

Last Friday Charles(I guess you could say he’s my boss when it comes to the drag queens I work for, but also a hell of a good friend too as you will see) calls me and tells me that he want’s me to work on Sunday night. Now I don’t know how he knew I was in town or why but all I wanted to do was hide. Last wednesday(4/20, can’t blaze it so I glaze it… hmm doughnuts…) I came out to my friends list on Facebook that I was Transgender. That night I was doing a standup in Florida and when done my boss at Disney(I’m not going to name him as what was about to happen could cause him some issues with HR and as far as I’m concerned there was a foul but it was between us and we’re both adults… no need to go tell mommy on this one) came out on stage called me back up there, and displayed my post on the monitors of the club… Suffice to say all I wanted to do was crawl into a corner and hide, as one of my friends has said "You say it, then you immediately regret saying it, then you do everything to hide that you said it, then your true friends reveal themselves, and life just gets easier." I didn’t even have the chance to hide saying it. He was referring to coming out as gay, I guess it applies. I really wanted to hide as not only did I come out just 8 hours earlier but I was showing some cyber punk realness when on stage so it really couldn’t have been worse for timing. Drag + just getting recentered with myself + thinking you only told a select group of people + to everyone in the club now being in on it = beyond awkward! I think you probably could have seen the legit blush through the makeup! Alls good as he was actually there to tell me that Disney would support me anyway they could, but dood needs to work on his timing!

Anyway, last friday shortly after Charles hung up I got a call from his husband Christopher. Christopher wanted to know what I was doing on Sunday and after tap dancing around the “How the hell did you get my number?” question Christopher asked if I wanted to go hang out and have spa day, his treat. I smelled a setup as this guy is so cheap that he could squeeze a buffalo nickel and cause it to fart out 5 pennies. But what the hell, I knew enough to know when the boss's husband invites you out you had best go. After a long day being pampered(not that I’m complaining) we wandered over to the bar they recently bought(called it!) And was dragged(pardon the pun) into a makeup chair and well a couple hours and a conservative guess 3 tons of hair extensions later for some reason they were keeping mirrors away from me… Just before I was lead to the stage for whatever was coming, I caught a glimpse of all the hard work that was done… Christopher took note and jokingly poked me in the cincher and said “no dude’s here, just a pretty cute girl.” he just called me out on my post and deflated my fear in one fell swoop. It took a heck of an effort to hold the tears in and not ruin that makeup job!

The evening went down like any roast goes, I was read to filth and loved every second, not to sure if they enjoyed the returning of the favor, we even had a few V.I.P. shots fired from the safety of a pre taped video… Next time I see them I’ll have to have a talk with them about that… A ton of people who I didn’t know, but more importantly those who I worked with often enough to call family came out to make me feel for the first time, as odd as it sounds, normal.

Once everyone had gone a few of my friends stayed behind with me and surprised me yet again. Roberto(one of my drag queen friends) left and came back with a box wrapped like a birthday present. I told him it wasn’t my birthday. That is on August 25th. He just looked at me and said “you could have fooled me girl. Welcome to the other side.” Then Charles and another queen who I genuinely thought hated my guts, brought out a couple more “presents”. Roberto kept prodding me to open them to the point I was ready to kick his butt, in heels no less ;) The first was a set of boot trees. Charles then said “I already gave you a “bonus” this week but I realized you may need a few of these.” Which caught my curiosity. The second present were a pair of boots that were very steampunk influenced, and the second were a pair of boots that look absolutely wicked with a bone heel! I love all of them! Christopher jokingly said “Hey, A girl can never have enough heels, right?” I needed a surgeon to remove the smile I had at that comment. At this point bottles of wine were brought back and we all had a little too much.

Above are the pictures of my Presents and bonus(Minus the boot trees as they are being used to hold up the knee high boots ) I'm sorry there is none of me wearing them as I don't have a full length mirror(plus no one wants to see me all hungover and hairy!)

How they found such awesome boots in size 12-13 I'll never know!

I know it is really hard for some people in my position, and I know my family including those I live with will hate this when it comes out. But I have to admit with the right friends cloud nine isn’t that far away.

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