One of the most subversive things a man can do is to dress up as a woman. You’re blatantly ignoring society, which dictates what is appropriate clothing for a gender. And it pisses off a lot of inflexible, closed-minded people. Which is why I make it a point to dress up in drag at least once a year, usually on Halloween. Last year I dressed up as Poison Ivy and had the most fabulous time strutting around Central wreaking havoc (and writing up about it in the voice of a deranged super-powered eco-terrorist!) Since I did not get my shit together in Seoul for this Halloween, I failed to transform into skull-faced Gaga. I saw someone with zombie makeup à la Rick Genest and told him, “I was supposed to be with you~~~!” He didn’t take it that well. At Yardbird on a Wednesday evening, I bumped into 2Gweilos and mentioned to them that I just HAD to be in drag on the weekend at the event “Drag Overdose,” held at the new Volume BEAT (its presence has transformed Jervois into HK’s new gay street!) as I had missed the opportunity during All Hallows’ Eve. “Oh we’re in drag every Halloween too.” Yes, I have seen the 2Gweipos, and while muscular, unshaven drag is not exactly a pretty sight, it’s significantly praiseworthy that some heterosexual lads’ lads have the humor to put on a wig, a tight skirt and heels for a day, just to experience firsthand how uncomfortable beauty is. Really, men. Do you have the balls to put on a skirt for a day in public? Andrew did my fabulous makeup in half an hour and after rushing into a cubicle to pull on two pairs of violet tights violently, I catwalked out. I passed a short man and he screamed out “Bitch!”. I turned around and smiled my Revlon smile, thinking it was a friend who’s saying hello. “NO BITCH, you shoved me! #%*&$@%*~~!!!!!” He let out a barrage of incredulous insults—which I did not even register as I was simply too stunned at his preposterous reactionary vitriol. I mean, NOBODY fucks with a drag queen on a drag night in a gay club! This shit just doesn’t happen. Nobody dares attack a queen with their full armor on, unless it’s another queen. Plus I seriously doubt that I SHOVE people whilst in lady form. Hello, this is a crowded club, there will be bumping into. Oh well, that stupid small short (d_ck) man obviously had a bad day or was jealous of my legs. I didn’t even get to tell him to STFU and have my entourage surround him because that rude little fanatic then ran away. Coco Pop was a pro, having been in full drag since 3pm at the Gay Pride. La Chiquitta was hosting in old-school cabaret drag (all feathers). There was a vampire queen drag; a hot aerobics instructor drag; NYC street hooker drag “Champagne Wishes” and “Caviar Dreams.” Fabiola was Prom Queen drag; and I was the fashionista drag. Bridge Hudson (first runner up of Mr Gay HK this year), who was “Caviar Dreams”, told me his story later that night: He bumped into someone (I wonder if it was the same short d_ck man), and the guy was all snarky like: “Oh I’m sorry; I didn’t see you there.” And Miss Caviar Dreams was like: “YOU DIDN’T SEE THE SEVEN-FOOT DRAG QUEEN?!? GO FUCK YOURSELF.” Caviar Dreams later admitted that he “was a terror...” LOL but it actually was his first time doing drag. And then WON for best dressed queen, as a seven-foot street hooker. When I was readjusting my lilac weave in the toilet, a charming Frenchman said: “You should have won; you look like you’re modeling for Marc Jacobs.” LOL. My look was just fashion PR drag, not fashion model drag… mais merci monsieur! Vous êtes trop gentil. Ta, sweetie dahlings. Follow @JohannesPong on Twitter & join his Facebook fan (or hate) page. You know how to spell it, anglophone!