Friday, May 22, 2009

Le 'Stache, C'est Moi

I bought a fake mustache today with the idea of going full drag king during my Special Camping Trip this weekend. The fake mustache store is right around the corner from my work, so it was easy.

The guy there showed me how to put it on, and urged me to buy two, because, he said "you'll be dag, I didn't do this right, and then you'll be stuck without a mustache." I said that's OK, I'll take that chance.

He himself had a thin, handsome mustache. Why do black guys with mustaches not look porny, like so many white guys with mustaches do? He bade me goodbye with the words: "Have fun with your mustache!"

See, I saw this photo of Brad Pitt out of Cannes from the Inglourious Basterds premiere, and I thought--I wonder if I could do that. Favorite Cousin, whom I most resemble, looks like Brad Pitt with a sharper nose. But my nose is sharper and bigger still, so it just doesn't work. I still think I make a better-looking man, and anyone who sees me next to Favorite Cousin might agree. I really liked Brad Pitt's boots and costume, though. I would like to call myself Oscar Wilder or Titus Entry. I would like to be a dashing drag king, but instead I just look...confused.

4 comments:

Pam said...

Have you ever considered Robert Redford? Like Butch and Sundance era?

David said...

Eeech!Robert Redford
If you're gonna do it, go with Bogart--and then after a trip to the restroom come back as Bacall; loads of fun with speech, and as a poet you can easily carry it off.

David said...

---forgot to add, Maria, you'd still be hot even with a full beard

Maria Padhila said...

like YOURS! I know what I'm dressing up as next time!