Courtney Act, drag sensation here in Sydney has landed a gig that I personally never thought I’d see on Australian television. Guthy Renker has enlisted Courtney’s services to spruik their Sheer Cover makeup on morning television infomercials.
“I love makeup and I love Sheer Cover, it is such a fabulous and practical makeup for women (and men) to use everyday. It is quick, it is so easy and the kit includes a handy tips and tricks DVD that reveals all the secrets to getting a natural flawless look”
If you haven’t seen Courtney, she’s a gorgeous woman and in my personal opinion, the man behind the woman, Shane is just as hot.
My friend just put these on facebook. I’m not going to post any shots to incriminate my friends, not that any of us are recognisable but for their sakes I think it’s best. As you can see moving from left to right, the evening did degenerate a bit once the heels started hurting our feet and the punch gave us a K.O. hit. I still haven’t laughed that much in ages.
Last night was the big drag party that a friend decided to have. No one was supposedly allowed in unless in drag. Two guys turned up not dressed up so they were promptly draped in a feather boa each. My friends and I decided to go all out. I got some killer heels, fishnets and wig. Another friend who is a fashion designer whipped up what is hopefully his trashiest creation for me, describing it as Barbie’s younger sluttier whore sister and we got our makeup done by a professional drag queen, the very talented (and quite hot out of drag) Amelia Airhead.
So, take one freshly shaved headed Aussielicious Brenton, stack on enough makeup to bankrupt a small African nation, put on an ensemble with not a natural fibre in sight (hair included), whack on some sky high stilettos and she was born… I’d like to introduce Anna Phylactic.
I don’t know how I didn’t break my neck in the shoes, but at one point I was doing high kicks in them with no drama. It’s amazing the confidence your own bodyweight in vodka will give you. Some friends who are normally very quiet at parties were in their element. Put on a costume, take on a different persona and they were the belle of the ball. There were some great costumes and even better names. A friend, dressed as a nurse, was Sister Sue Positary, another guy, bodypainted black was Ash Wednesday and my shy friend, whose outfit was quite elegant was Audrey Hep-B
Next Saturday night some friends of mine are having a drag party and you can’t get in unless you dress up. I’m always up for a fancy dress party and think it’s going to be a great night. I’ve kinda gone all out for my ensemble. A friend is making me a totally wild outfit and I’ve just been to get a wig, fishnets, stick on nails and false eyelashes. This afternoon I’m hoping to sort out the shoes (the higher the heel the closer to god, right?) and on the evening of the party I’m getting my makeup done properly.
Not too long ago I saw a guy’s profile on a gay chat site that said “If you wear deep V-neck t-shirts or consider drag queens among your friends, then I’m not interested.” Well buddy, I think you need to get over your issues with being gay and just enjoy life however you see fit. Sure, I don’t understand the compulsion to go out in drag on a regular basis, but for a party and a great laugh, you can’t beat it. You get away with murder in fancy dress, you can be anyone you like and because you aren’t yourself you might let those inhibitions drop.
Next weekend I’ll introduce you to my drag persona, being unleased properly for the full time. She’s shocking and ferocious!
