MicheleG Wondering who the hell reads my List
"Come meet my cousin" — 3 months ago
he said. “We are filming in the old SUB. The door is propped open. Come over here!”
So I did. I knew his cousin was a drag queen. Knew she was there to help him and his fellow film-class friends make a short. I packed up my bag early, turned off computer and lights and headed over there.
The “set” was funny: an old coffee-shop type room off the main social area. It was staged as a restaurant and “Julie” was the waitress. In the glossy, vinyl boots, she must have been close to 7-feet tall. She had to bend when going through the door. She was beautiful, actually, and far more feminine and graceful than I am-or probably ever will be. She made me smile immediately and I settled in to see this all unfold. The boom guy was funny, flirting with me a bit, maybe because Julie shook him up some. After filming, Julie sat with me and I complemented her on her toned arms. She told me I was “full of beautiful words.” She left to change into black pants and a “Cher” tshirt. A member of the film crew begged her to write out her secret recipe for fajitas. We laughed and I enjoyed this moment of being surrounded by new people.