029/365: 01-29-10 The Birth of Bingo Liberty and Bro Monroe

Yesterday my uncle posted this on my Facebook wall with a message to me saying “Something to balance out the recent trip to the shooting range… C’mon Punk, make-up my day.”

And first I was all, ‘why did he tag me?’ and then I was all “ohhhhhhh because it IS me.’ And then I was all ‘why does it look painted?’….and then I was all ‘ohhhh, because he put a filter on it” and then I was all “What does that say? RuPaul? Dragulator?” and then I was all “HELL YES.”

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I fell in love with www.dragulator.com. The affair has been torrid and steamy, and dare I say it…FIERCE. But don’t worry. I’ll share my hot little tramp of a lover. Go on, get yourself dragulated. Be sure you keep your sound on, because RuPaul talks to you as you glam up. I promise you will chant “Face face face I get face beauty face,”  like, at least six times in the 24 hours after you hear it.

Although I built several drag queens today, my favorite is my first. The site suggests naming your befrocked and bewigged alter ego after your first childhood pet and the street you grew up on. So, may I now take the pleasure in introducing you, you glorious bitch of a world, to my friend, my confidante, she knows me like I know myself, the esteemed, the fabulous, the svelte Bingo Liberty.

And if she’s not flamboyant enough for you, here’s Bro Monroe.