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3. The Nose Knows
He bought the best makeup.
Spent almost 100 dollars on it.
The hair- was real of course.
And Laid to the Gods... TO THE GODS!! (You hear me?!)
The shoes took him from his cute 5' 10'
To an Amazing 6' 4". The Tallest he'd ever been.
His outfits were all top shelf- he put in extra hours to get the, after all.
Add enough glitter to choke a donkey, and he was all set!
See, this was funny.
In his Day to Day life-
He was a loud, outgoing, Brassy Bitch.
Completely Non-bootsie. Completely Non-basic.
The "Never give a fuck about a hater/ got money on my radar/ dressed like a skater"
Type dude.
But Now. Here he was 2 hours later. Staring at himself in the long mirror in the back of a club.
She was Demure.
She was Pouty. She was Pretty. I mean she looked GOOD. Sexy. Stylish.
She'd like a forty in a glass, at least.
And this Queen could WARK.
Finally She was ready to come out.
After being too afraid to do anything in his life that actually made him happy,
this was the biggest step he could take toward personal freedom.
The Bitches didn't know.
His Mama didn't know.
Errybody. di-int. know.
He breathed a sigh of relief as all his troubles went out the window.
For the next 5 or so hours he was no longer Jaison.
"OK This next bitch is Fierce and she needs to be on the show as well. I'm sayin' the nose knows talent, and I can smell it all over this bitch! She STANK WITH IT!"
Frida Lay's voice rang out over the P.A. system at Roscoe's on a finally warm Tuesday night.
"Okay, Like I was saying before the narrator interrupted my ass! I get no love- This bitch STANK WITH TALENT! Say ewwwww BITCH!"
The crowd roared with a loud "EWWWWW!!!! BITCH!"
"YES! She's a newbie to Drag Race here at Roscoe's, you're gonna love her.
Give it up for Ms. Jai Owe!"
His heart pounded and he got the bubble guts for a second when The new Janelle Monae song began to blast through the speakers.
The many in-the-know ho's in the crowd began to scream and jump with excitement.
"Just breathe, you got this."
He inhaled through his nose. When he exhaled, Jaison was gone and Ms. Jai Owe stepped on stage for the first time.
******
Ms. Jai Owe was just finishing her 4th congratulatory shot of JAMO when suddenly her nostrils flared and her head shot straight up. She felt like a prairie dog alla sudden. She heard That Jill Scott Song playing in her head. "Raheem, Right?" She sniffed.
She knew that smell. It was very subtle. It was chemical. It had been more than a month since Tristan's Funeral. They were through. Yet the magic still happened, Tony and Maria style. Time stopped. It could be no one else.
"Oh My Gay God. Not here. Not right now, are you kidding me?" Thoughts raced.
She turned slowly over her right shoulder.
There he was, laughing at something his dumbass boyfriend had said.
Very suddenly, He stopped. It was chemical, after all.
Bryan said the name without even turning around.
"Jaison?"
Bryan turned and came face to face with ALL of Ms. Jai Owe.
"Is that you Jaison? Well, I Didn't know you did drag! Of course you're Ms. J.O." He said it so crassly, trying to sound calm. "Congrats on winning tonight."
Silence.
The Bougie Bitches Behind Bryan began to babble again without him.
Jaison froze. He actually didn't know who he was for a second. Who would answer?
Ms. Jai Owe wanted to run.
Jaison had some words and prolly a fist or two for this bold bitch.
Both were thinking about fucking him in the alley or even in the bathroom right in the back of the club.
That made the Tape between their legs get tight.
Bryan looked at the beautiful sight before him. Jaison was mesmerizing in Drag and out. Their little side fling had gotten a little too serious. That is- they both started to catch feelings. Pheromones. And he knew at all times what Jaison was thinking.
Right now their thoughts were the same.
The bathroom.
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Aaron Holland is a literary manager and resident playwright at Bailiwick Chicago. Past shows include Sideways Tales from Front Street Beach, Five Mo's Named Guy! and Catharsis or The Thing You Should Have Told Me. Upcoming projects include Blacktacular!, Princess Mary Demands Your Attention, and Pauly & the Caterpillar.He is a proud AEA actor as well, having worked in and around Chicagoland for the past ten years.
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Just joining us? Catch up here:
Volume 1 -
Week One, Week Two, Week Three, Week Four, Week Five
Volume 2 -
Week One, Week Two, Week Three, Week Four, Week Five
Volume 3 -
Week One, Week Two, Week Three, Week Four, Week Five
Volume 4 -
Week One, Week Two, Week Three, Week Four, Week Five
Volume 5 -
Week One, Week Two, Week Three, Week Four, Week Five
Volume 6 -
Week One, Week Two, Week Three, Week Four, Week Five
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Spent almost 100 dollars on it.
The hair- was real of course.
And Laid to the Gods... TO THE GODS!! (You hear me?!)
The shoes took him from his cute 5' 10'
To an Amazing 6' 4". The Tallest he'd ever been.
His outfits were all top shelf- he put in extra hours to get the, after all.
Add enough glitter to choke a donkey, and he was all set!
See, this was funny.
In his Day to Day life-
He was a loud, outgoing, Brassy Bitch.
Completely Non-bootsie. Completely Non-basic.
The "Never give a fuck about a hater/ got money on my radar/ dressed like a skater"
Type dude.
But Now. Here he was 2 hours later. Staring at himself in the long mirror in the back of a club.
She was Demure.
She was Pouty. She was Pretty. I mean she looked GOOD. Sexy. Stylish.
She'd like a forty in a glass, at least.
And this Queen could WARK.
Finally She was ready to come out.
After being too afraid to do anything in his life that actually made him happy,
this was the biggest step he could take toward personal freedom.
The Bitches didn't know.
His Mama didn't know.
Errybody. di-int. know.
He breathed a sigh of relief as all his troubles went out the window.
For the next 5 or so hours he was no longer Jaison.
"OK This next bitch is Fierce and she needs to be on the show as well. I'm sayin' the nose knows talent, and I can smell it all over this bitch! She STANK WITH IT!"
Frida Lay's voice rang out over the P.A. system at Roscoe's on a finally warm Tuesday night.
"Okay, Like I was saying before the narrator interrupted my ass! I get no love- This bitch STANK WITH TALENT! Say ewwwww BITCH!"
The crowd roared with a loud "EWWWWW!!!! BITCH!"
"YES! She's a newbie to Drag Race here at Roscoe's, you're gonna love her.
Give it up for Ms. Jai Owe!"
His heart pounded and he got the bubble guts for a second when The new Janelle Monae song began to blast through the speakers.
The many in-the-know ho's in the crowd began to scream and jump with excitement.
"Just breathe, you got this."
He inhaled through his nose. When he exhaled, Jaison was gone and Ms. Jai Owe stepped on stage for the first time.
******
Ms. Jai Owe was just finishing her 4th congratulatory shot of JAMO when suddenly her nostrils flared and her head shot straight up. She felt like a prairie dog alla sudden. She heard That Jill Scott Song playing in her head. "Raheem, Right?" She sniffed.
She knew that smell. It was very subtle. It was chemical. It had been more than a month since Tristan's Funeral. They were through. Yet the magic still happened, Tony and Maria style. Time stopped. It could be no one else.
"Oh My Gay God. Not here. Not right now, are you kidding me?" Thoughts raced.
She turned slowly over her right shoulder.
There he was, laughing at something his dumbass boyfriend had said.
Very suddenly, He stopped. It was chemical, after all.
Bryan said the name without even turning around.
"Jaison?"
Bryan turned and came face to face with ALL of Ms. Jai Owe.
"Is that you Jaison? Well, I Didn't know you did drag! Of course you're Ms. J.O." He said it so crassly, trying to sound calm. "Congrats on winning tonight."
Silence.
The Bougie Bitches Behind Bryan began to babble again without him.
Jaison froze. He actually didn't know who he was for a second. Who would answer?
Ms. Jai Owe wanted to run.
Jaison had some words and prolly a fist or two for this bold bitch.
Both were thinking about fucking him in the alley or even in the bathroom right in the back of the club.
That made the Tape between their legs get tight.
Bryan looked at the beautiful sight before him. Jaison was mesmerizing in Drag and out. Their little side fling had gotten a little too serious. That is- they both started to catch feelings. Pheromones. And he knew at all times what Jaison was thinking.
Right now their thoughts were the same.
The bathroom.
###
Aaron Holland is a literary manager and resident playwright at Bailiwick Chicago. Past shows include Sideways Tales from Front Street Beach, Five Mo's Named Guy! and Catharsis or The Thing You Should Have Told Me. Upcoming projects include Blacktacular!, Princess Mary Demands Your Attention, and Pauly & the Caterpillar.He is a proud AEA actor as well, having worked in and around Chicagoland for the past ten years.
###
Just joining us? Catch up here:
Volume 1 -
Week One, Week Two, Week Three, Week Four, Week Five
Volume 2 -
Week One, Week Two, Week Three, Week Four, Week Five
Volume 3 -
Week One, Week Two, Week Three, Week Four, Week Five
Volume 4 -
Week One, Week Two, Week Three, Week Four, Week Five
Volume 5 -
Week One, Week Two, Week Three, Week Four, Week Five
Volume 6 -
Week One, Week Two, Week Three, Week Four, Week Five
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