The story begins… Stories as in. What is her story? Why the big hair? Why did she look at me like I had a third eye? So, let’s try to imagine what an average day for Roberta aka Birdie would be like. The scene. It is morning. Most days start that way. A little light sneaks through the blind and she stirs just enough to get attention. The bedroom has a white plush carpeted floor and is littered with a thousand throw pillows that were once neatly place on the bed the night before. On the nightstand is an opened book laying face down and beside the book a half a cup of chamomile tea. Hanging from the closet door her attire waits for her morning transformation. I’ll not bore you with the particulars. I’ll just say the usually professional clothes that one wears in her profession. I’ll leave this to your imagination. I’m thinking black pantsuit and pumps. I would prefer jeans, a tee shirt and a baseball cap. But I won’t let my tomboy fetishes get in the way of fiction...
I wanted to create a weekly story about three characters all played by me. The patient, the psychologist and his secretary. The idea is to help the writer. Me. Share with his audience. You. A story about life. Maybe doctor D might just help patient DD figure it out. The story begins… Imagine a doctor's office. At the desk is a drag version of me. Not a pretty version but for this story she or he will do. Why I felt the need to create the drag character is a mystery. Maybe Doctor D will help me figure it out. Scene: The door opens. A man walks in. I'm the man. The office walls are painted mint green with pictures the Doc has taken of various destination on the road. Every picture has a clever little quote. This is meant to lighten the mood but really, it's to stroke his ego. These collections of vacation pictures and words can also be found in his big glossy book which is conveniently laying open on the glass table in the center of the room. I look down and see a pi...