I used to have long haircut in my early 20s - I remember once some gal pals on a "home preparty" at their place have put on a tone of makeup on me and dared me to wear a dress to the club.Priscilla! One of my fave films ever... and who'd have thought Guy Pearce would be so good?!?![]()
I suppose I was drunk enough to take up his challenge.
Or I just "took the bait" of "you won't do it".
It was not easy to find something I could fit in, I am sure I must have looked hot anyway
Unfortunately I have no photos of this evening - these were times when phones were fitted to... make a phone calls and not much more (shocking!).
I only found a photo of my glorious

I remember that it was not that hard to pose as a "drag queen", as it's based on exaggerated, stereotypical mannerism.
Well, it was fun, but no something I felt eager to repeat.
Just one of diverse episodes in my youth with purpose of overcoming my own timidity(?) when exposed to public attention.
I did some even dumber things occasionally... ok, frequently, just to lose any dependency between on "how am I seen" and my confidence and "laid back" level.
It was hard and long work of ruining your own image to reach the point, where you feel stable and strong irrelevantly to the fact how you are being received by "spectators".
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