I'm a Drag King in a World Of Queens — and I Deserve Recognition, Too

In 2004, a friend had a birthday party around Halloween and requested we all dress in a wig and black clothing. At that time, I was sitting in a cubicle, bored at my office job. I recall my brain piecing a few things together: I didn't want to spend much money. My nickname was "Wang." I already owned a tuxedo and dildo. OK, just buy a wig and mustache and print lyrics to "Danke Schoen" for epic duets — Wang Newton it is!

It was not just my masculine being repressed, but rather a lifetime of dormant artistic expression and sense of humor, now within a newly emerged queer-as-f*ck body. Ta-da.