Diary of a Mad Drag Queen

By day I'm known as Chris... professional photographer, flaming homosexual, loud-mouthed bitch, picture perfect case of ADD (oooh look shiny things!) and alcoholic-in-denial... By evening I'm known as Sydney Devereaux... female impersonator and loud-mouthed bitch.

I smoke, drink and curse like a sailor. Actually, I've out smoked, drank and cursed some of the sailors I know. I defy the very meaning of the word "politcal correctness." But honestly, when you have your junk tucked backwards between your legs, you don't have to make excuses for anything. ;-)

I watch television shows like Maury just so I can be reminded that my life is way better than Tyquasia who has gone on the show for the 57th time to figure out who fathered her nineteen children.

I joined PETA but I still eat meat. There's nothing wrong with knowing that the double cheeseburger you're about to eat was humanely prepared.

My therapy for a bad day involves a slurpee or pile of nachos with one of my girlfriends. Nothing is better than food and gossip.

If the split personality aspect of this profile or my photos haven't clued you in (yes, there are some rather stupid people who message me)... I am a female impersonator, also known as a "drag queen." This means (for the easily confused) that I am a man and live my life as a male. I can't say I dress as a female, because we all know damn well that no female would go out in public dressed the way I dress.

Remember that I may be a drag queen, but that doesn't make me a weak feminine bitch. Sweetie, I can change a tire in high drag with one hand applying mascara, and then beat you in the kneecaps because you were laughing at me. ;-)

Applause, please.