Last night was WCU LGBTQA’s 4th Annual Drag Show, and it couldn’t have gone any better!
ANT, one of the coolest people of EVER, hosted our show, and he was absolutely amazing. He kept the Greek jokes coming and it made my life. He’s such a role model for queer Hellenic people.
I got all ‘ho’ed up, compliments of Hannah’s Ho-porium.. my ass was literally hanging out. And it was pretty hilarious.
During the drag portion, I performed in my roommate, Hannah’s, “DOUCHEdrag” act as Ruth’s “5-minute girlfriend”. She did a song called Electric Six’s Vibrator. The story behind Hannah’s act? “Douchebag Awareness” and social activism. Ruth and I are this lesbian couple strolling along when we come across Hannah, who is this total d-bag… you know, the frat boy that thinks he can “turn” a lesbian “straight”… The total misogynist prick who thinks that a woman’s place is with him inside of her. So, she was wearing a Jägermeister polo shirt and my aviators and just looked like a total d-bag. Then, she broke apart Ruth and I when the “she don’t need no vibrator” hook came in. Meanwhile, Ruth and I are, like, “WOAH?? DUDE! WTF!!!” Then, Hannah is all ‘macho’ and ‘badass’ and blahblahblah… So Ruth and I tie her down with a rainbow flag and walk away, happily ever after. Awesome, eh?
Then, Jane and I performed some “Dropkick Drag” to The Dirty Glass.
The back-story? I am a pissed off drag queen (aka “Darcy Darling” aka the bar) that is madly in love with Jane, who is this gorgeous drag queen dressed up like a devil and full of her self/a former/current/whatever flame of mine. She starts the song showing herself off and being a diva, while I’m singing to her about how much I’m longing for her and giving her googly eyes. All the while, she’s ignoring me because she’s full of herself. She then hears my song and get’s pissed off, ripping off her drag/throwing it at me and changing to get the hell out of my bar as fast as possible. I’m SHOCKED… Then, I’m all sad and wahwahwah and it turns to being pissed. So we fight a little back and forth because I’m pissed at how rude Jane is being after I’ve “taken care of her” (aka fed her lots of booze, because “Darcy” is a metaphor for a bar). I get in her face, so she throws more shit at me, pissed off. I keep storming off and pouting from not getting any affection. On the line that says “listen to the big shot with his pager on call, you spent most of those nights in my bathroom stall”, i pull out a flask from jane’s bra and wave it around, showing that there was a past relationship of some sort there (because I know where she keeps her booze). She pulls the flask out of my hand drinks more. Drunk as shit, she stumbles on me, forgetting that she hates me for a moment in the reprise of the opening. We dance. Then, she realizes that she hates me again as the loud, angry music returns, sobering up for a moment and being all “WOAH??” So we fight some more, and then storms out… so I chase after her.
She then comes to her senses (or is too piss drunk to care) and falls in my arms, kissing me.
So, here’s a video that Heather took of our performance… have fun!
We had quite a bit of fun doing this. Jane got to beat me up on stage, and I got to pull out a flask from her boobs.
And ANT was amused. (Did I mention how starstruck I still am??)
It was a pretty awesome night. I’ll post more photos and things later!
song: barenaked ladies — upside down i don’t know… the irony in this song’s been bugging me for a few years. the main character wants to break free from whatever’s plaguing him and not have his world destroyed… but he wants to do this by keeping everything the same.
and this is besides the fact that steven page is a lyrical genius and these lyrics are to a messed up tango.
yea. so things. i don’t have the motivation to really blog, so i shall just make a list of happy things.
-i have been dating jane for nearly two months… yea. for real.
and i don’t know how to put this other than that i am simply in love with her. she is a brilliant gal who makes me smile… and i lose my words and my brain turns to mush every time i try to fathom how lucky i am to have someone as incredible as her in my life. my girlfriend is amazing and i love her dearly.
-maine… wtf.
ok. i’m done pretending to be surprised. it’s still sad news.
-i’m doing surprisingly well in all of my classes.
today, i passed on a difficult singing example in aurals. like, atonal bleh kind of difficult. it made me pretty frigging excited and motivated. rimple seemed shocked that i even put any effort into it because i generally don’t. and in all honesty, i didn’t even look over my assignment until last night. either it was too easy, or i’m good at total bullshit and rimple bought into my bullshit really well. i could’ve sworn i totally botched the example, but when he said i passed on it… i was thrown off… perhaps having a decent singing voice is good for things sometimes.
speaking of bs… i need to stop doing that for other classes… especially ones that i care about that are taught by the very few quality professors at wcu. seriously, very few professors even remotely give a damn about their students… and for me to even think of handing in bs to these very few awesome professors is completely stupid of me. and it’s even more brainless to not actually put effort in when there’s a real chance of learning to be done.
-as a side-project of fun… i’m notating all of the vocal lines to gutter anthems. i got bored with school-related things and thought that this would help my ear out… so far, i have most of litter done and typed in and started on cameos. i can crank out a song every two days or so.. and my goal is to get a majority of the vocal lines… perhaps piano, fiddle, bass or chords before christmas… but i’m having fun and not really pushing myself for a date or anything because i don’t believe in deadlines or due dates or whatever.
this little side-project is getting me really motivated to do other things… like practice. so yay.
it’s been an interesting week or so… it started pretty badly…
my parents, not realizing that i am a month shy of twenty-two and a legal adult, want me to change who i am to fit their old image of me, one that i never was and never will be. they’ve always had dreams of me becoming this perfect fashionista with long, flowing hair, beautiful dresses/gowns, a crap-ton of makeup and high heels. at first glance of me, i am clearly not that person. and i’ve shattered their dreams of who they want me to be, so much that they’ve gone batshit crazy and threatened to take away my car (a possession i value quite a bit, as i worked hard to be its proud owner and driver) if i do not become the WOMAN they want me to be by the end of this week. they expect me to give up my life and happiness for a vision of who they want me to be.
in their minds, a woman is of no value and is not ‘really’ an adult until she is married… and then she is whatever her husband wants her to be. more…
i can be a terrible person sometimes.
my momentary lapses of judgement tend to overshadow the rest of me. i also tend to be highly dramatic and over-exaggerate things out of proportion. that accounts for the majority of things.
sometimes, i do stupid things that could, at the very least of my worries, get me in a lot of trouble…
most of the time, it’s because i generally act on impulse and don’t think. i’ve lost loved ones to some of the same horrible choices i make more often than anyone should.
but before you continue to place judgement on me that i deserve… i need to share a story that’s been irking me my entire life. i’m not asking for praise or pity or ANYTHING… just a moment to hear me out.
i should point out, as a disclaimer, that things beyond this line are a bit depressing. so stop reading NOW if you don’t like that. more…
song of the moment being: elliott smith – satellite
listening to some old faves that i recently ripped to ipod and enjoying my day off from work. i don’t know what to do with myself when i’m not working!! perhaps i’ll end up playing things soon. my fiddle’s looking lonely right now. and i’m playing at west park later. wheee.
but right now, i just feel like blogging and not complaining (much) and all that happy stuff.
i spent the morning running errands.. with a massive hangover.
got next to nothing done, as i ended up going to dawggy’s and playing video games. but i do have a full tank of gas now. that’s pretty exciting. and now, i’ve been highly amused by brian buchanan’s tweets/fb friend ‘war’ between him and trevor lewington. (i love how they’re killing time on the road. so productive! haha)
i saw scythian the past two nights, which is (surprise) the source of today’s hangover.
as much as i hate musikfest, i can’t turn down a free show by an awesome band. i’ve been addicted to scythian for a few years… i think they played a set before/after enter the haggis at kiltmas and/or musikfest like… five years ago… and i got hooked on them. so i blame haggis for that addiction too. haha they did, like, three encores last night, ending with the ukrainian song (hutsulka xenia). i don’t know, wasn’t as epic without 3/5 of eth. haha but the most amusing moment came when someone threw a beach ball at the stage… and mike ounallah juggled it with his drumsticks.
i ended up buying myself a new shirt too. pretty soon, my entire ‘wardrobe’ will be black shirts that advertise really awesome idie bands. on second thought, i wear entirely too much black.
but yea. i did say ’short’ blog. so i must un-tie myself from my laptop now.
Awesome, eh?