Just a quiet Saturday afternoon
Our friend Harry decided he needed to throw one more party before he was too old to wear heels, so he designated yesterday as the day for a Drag Barbecue. Everyone was invited, costumes were mandatory.
Now some people think a horde of gay man in drag must perforce lead to sin and debauchery, but I can personally testify that there was neither. I looked high and low, being a major fan of debauchery especially, sin is just a sideline.
Since all the gay men were coming as women, I decide to go as a gay man–specifically one of those young, impossibly thin and trim pretty boys known as a “twink”. I had the eye makeup, the tank top, the shorty shorts and the Italian loafers. Strangely, I still had to explain it to people. No, there are no photos.
Words cannot possibly describe the scene, but photos will: