One question that I have been asked so much is Who is your inspiration? Who inspired me to wear heels and a dress in public? Jesus, I have no idea, so I made a conscious decision to sit down and make a list. I had to think of someone, instead of just making up some bullshit that sounds sort of okay.
So the list is as follows:
1. Uncle Tony. Well, I can’t say that he is an inspiration as such -“ he was just the first man I saw in a dress. Uncle Tony was one of the uncles who wasn’t really related but attended every barbecue we had. He would always get pissed and end up in someone’s dress dancing around like a fool. He was one of those rugged football men who always seem to be with a new lady friend. My fondest memory was trying to see his underwear as he spun around in mum’s skirt. Less inspiration, more fantasy, I think.
2. Madonna. Here is someone who truly helped me be the gayest I can be. I remember having every song she released the day it came out. My hair was cut short and bleached exactly like hers in The Girlie Show and I also remember spending all my rent money on front-row tickets to her concert. I even credit my first ever drag performance to her. At our year 12 concert, I was clad in nothing but cone tits and a white curly wig. I was Like A Virgin-ing around the stage like a crazy person to the whole school’s delight -“ they still talk about it today (ask Michael Boyd). My mother was mortified: What the hell did you do that for? Next thing you will be telling me you’re having a sex change and becoming Madonna. Oh, it was like having a crystal ball, wasn’t it?
3. And then there is Boy George. He gave every gay boy of my time a chance to wear eye shadow and a hint of lippy. I remember going to a fancy dress Blue Light Disco as Boy George -“ my father was devastated. I wore a pink jacket (it belonged to my girlfriend -“ I was only going out with her because of the jacket) and a full face of make-up. Dad thought I was a little freaky but mum sort of liked it. I turned up and found out every bastard was there as Boy George. My original idea soon became shithouse.
Now I could go on forever but won’t. So many people have helped me become the person I am -“ it is so hard to pinpoint just a few. Hey, the voices in my head cannot be blamed on just one.