Trans Girl at a Drag Show

 

Rubi Girls, Dayton Ohio.

Very early on when I started to explore the public, once again I felt as if I did not fit in. Specifically, when I went to gay venues, especially the venues with drag shows. 

Although I knew many of the other patrons viewed me as just another drag queen, I knew I was much different. For the most part most of the queens I had met were gay men doing their best to perform on stage as women. There were very few transgender women on stage I could identify with. Even so, the local shows were places I could go to be safely entertained. Even still, I became bored with the same old, same old and began to seek out other venues I could go to. That is when I began to go to the well documented shifts to sports bars I had frequented as a man. 

Drag shows unexpectedly became a part of my life again when I began to develop friendships with other cisgender women. Going to shows became the cool thing to do and since I was the link to the performances in their minds, I just had to come along for the girls' nights outs. Which I loved. Most of the women I went out with in the small group just assumed I had more connection with the entertainment that I did. But who was I to say they were wrong, and I went along for the ride. 

It was not until much later when I finally was able to make the differentiation to all my women friends, how much different I was than the drag queens we were watching. The first big show I attended after coming out was when I was invited to go with my daughter and all her women friends when they all were invited to go to a drag troupe called the "Rubi Girls" in Dayton, Ohio. The group of performers is very famous in the region and has even raised millions of dollars to benefit AIDS research.

Effectively, it was my first girls' night out with my daughter and I did not want to let her down. I was scared and prepped overly well for the evening, as I knew I had to blend in with what my daughter's friends were wearing. Since I was just coming out as a transgender woman, my daughter decided only a select few of the attendees would even know I was her parental unit. Once my fear went away, I was able to talk to a few of the other women around me and immensely enjoyed the show. The whole evening proved to be one of the best drag experiences I had until my first date with my future wife Liz. 

This time, the group of women I went with was much smaller, as was the venue which was approximately halfway between Cincinnati and Dayton, Ohio. It meant the drive was easier for both of us since we had not moved in together yet. Again, I was careful not to overdress the other cisgender women in the group and attempted not to be so scared. Afterall, it was just another drag show in a gay venue. Everyone seemed to have a good time, including me when I put away my bias against drag performers and was just being me. All the women around me realized I was much different than the talent we were watching. I was closer to them than the drag women who were gay men. 

Overall, the date with Liz was very successful. So much so, our next date was a non-drag event when we went to the regional Renaissance Festival with her son and again had a great time, so we further solidified our relationship more and more. 

When I look back, I owe my contact to drag more than I give it credit for. At the least, going to drag shows even encouraged me to walk in heels with more confidence. Plus, all the credit for helping to start my public life with my daughter and future wife goes to drag and the confidence it gave me to know I was secure in my transgender womanhood and not in some never/never land which was my knowledge of a world I never really understood. Or felt a part of. I guess you could say, being a trans girl at a drag show still worked out for me.