Hour.ca – Richard Burnett
I’ll never forget the night I got dolled up in my one-inch eyelashes, body-hugging black dress and Austin Powers-era Beyoncé afro-wig to go see my old friend, Montreal soul queen Michelle Sweeney, and her band headline Montreal’s Jello Bar nightclub. I looked nothing less than stunning. I mean, this bitch was ferocious.
“I’m a whole lotta woman!” I told this cute guy, batting my eyelashes.
I don’t think he realized I was in drag until I sashayed past to go to the men’s room. Then I overheard him tell his friends, “I thought she was a woman!”