Five Months After We Met
Chris and I are at the Pride festival in Piedmont Park. We are surrounded by groups of like-minded people here to celebrate our joy in being ourselves. The parade has just ended, and we enthuse over the drag floats.
“I’ve done drag before,” Chris proclaims as we walk along Tenth Street, navigating the crowd in search of food.
My mouth drops open. “Really? When? Was this in London?” I pester him with questions until we are finally seated at a table in Fresh To Order after placing our orders with the cashier. We’re both starving and thirsty. It is a hot day for October.
“It was in college. A friend dared me, and I did it. I had a blast and ended up with a weekly gig. I was Chrissy English.”
I laugh. “I would have killed to see this. You should do it again.”
Chr
