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I know this sounds cliche, but I was born to be a drag queen. Some of my earliest memories were of dressing up as a girl. I've loved the sparkle and the feminine since, well, forever!   I was 3 or 4 and I don't remember this, but my older sister had a red dress with white polka dots that my aunty made her. She hated it, but apparently I LOVED it. Mum would always say that if she couldn't find me, I would be in the back yard spinning around in that dress so it flared up all around...

There’s something magical about quality drag performance. From the costuming to the makeup to the lipsync - it must be perfect. The crowning glory though for any drag superstar is an amazing wig – the finishing touch that brings one’s inner goddess alive. For more than 25 years, I’ve had the pleasure of being part of Sydney’s magical Oxford Street scene. As one of the original Sydney drag supermodels, my challenge was finding a quality wig that looked amazing both on-stage and (much, much) later on the dancefloor. Back then, all we had were crappy wigs and switches, more suited...

After being a drag queen for about 8 or 9 years, I grew very tired of putting on make up and working in clubs and bars. As impossible as it sounds, I actually started to see drag like an office job. The monotony of doing the same thing day in day out, even though it was all sex, drugs and rock n roll, just bored me.  I started drinking more and partying more just to feel inspired. But nothing worked. I began to hate drag. Spiralling further and further down, with a real risk of being what I always feared...

I want to share with you my early years as an apprentice hairdresser, and how I came to be working with wigs. I grew up on the Central Coast of NSW, which is about a 90 minute drive north of Sydney. It is a beautiful place full of beaches and lakes... and ignorant bogans (which is kind of like an Australian redneck). Even though I wasn't technically "out" I was born out so those people hated me. I dropped out of school before I turned 16 because I couldn't stand the bullying anymore. But then I fell into hairdressing; a...