Drag queen curse

Rumour has it there is a drag queen curse when it comes to boys. The call of the frock is sometimes too strong and your love life needs to take a back seat.
God knows this isn’t the showgirls wanting this. Many showgirls are the horniest creatures out there. Many gay boys have issues dealing with the whole drag thing. Each to their own. I love my job and if a boy can’t deal with that, it’s his problem, not mine.
In saying this, it’s not the first thing I tell someone I’m interested in. This gives them time to get to know me and know there is actually a boy under the make-up and huge boobs. If they do have a panic attack when I tell them, at least we had a short fun time before they ran for the hills.
Maybe it’s just Aussie boys who have these issues. I have had many successful relationships with internationals who don’t find it hard at all to separate the boy from the work uniform.
Surely there are worse things than doing drag. Is it that crazy to not like someone because of the job they do?
I remember a not-so-successful date I had with a boy who ran for the hills.
We had chatted online many times and finally decided to take the plunge and have coffee. I wasn’t secretive about my job, but I left out a few details. When asked, I answered, “I work in a bar.”
Our coffee date was going very well. We laughed, chatted and laughed again, then he brought up that to unwind he liked to knit. “Fabulous,” I thought. “If he is a knitter then drag is going to be a piece of cake.”
I confessed I was a showgirl. His face instantly dropped. “OH!!!!” was all he could say. Within minutes he made an excuse and was exiting the café with a “See you around”. I was left alone with my skinny latte, thinking, “What the…”.
Months later I saw him out and about and he confessed he couldn’t deal with the drag thing and couldn’t see himself dating a drag queen. When I brought up his knitting, he got very defensive, so I let sleeping dogs lie.
I am sure there is a Mr Right out there for everyone. It’s just searching through the bargain bins till you find him. I’m going to hang out at every backpacker bar I can.
Maybe I will get lucky at Sleaze Ball this weekend. If I could pick up as the penguin lady last year, anything is possible.