It’s like a soap opera most of the time at my house.
Something happening all the time — me putting on a new show, a birthday or an event everyone is attending — which needs lots of preparation.
On the flipside there is a lot of lounge-sitting, chocolate-eating and trackie dak-wearing, making it similar to any gay household anywhere in the world. Just one of the housemates is a drag queen. As soon as you say ‘living with a drag queen’, everyone seems to run for the hills.
Given that I have been performing for close to 15 years, there is going to be drag around. It’s not just about throwing a shirt and jeans on or a suit and heading to work. Glamour takes up space and glitter needs room. But it’s all mustered into its own space.
Although many think it’s all shits and giggles, I take what I do very seriously and work extremely hard. The household runs most of the time like a well-oiled machine. Instead of a briefcase, I grab a drag bag and wig block and off I go.
I have lived with two barmen for the last three years. Now one is off on his own adventures so there is a huge room right in the middle of Darlinghurst up for grabs. It’s a stone’s throw away from all the action of Oxford St, so I can walk to work but still far enough to hide when I need time out.
It’s close to one of Sydney’s leading gyms, that has helped me transform. With a fabulous courtyard and garage, what a gold mine this accommodation is.
The more I read it the more I want to move in myself. But then you have to deal with the stereotypes of living with a drag queen and a barman. But really how bad could it be living with two fabulous people?
Isn’t sharing a home more about respect than what you do for work anyway? You’re quiet if someone is sleeping, you look after your own mess and if something is needed for the house, you buy it.
If you think you’re up for the challenge, email me at [email protected] and we can chat about the ins and outs.