SULTANA deVILLE

SIGNED ONTO THE 6TH SEASON OF the men's "cut down on women" as dressers in drag, I pulled the name as recommended. "A name to reflect you or your fav thing, and some level of badness!" I went with SULTANAs... some of my favorite fruit... dried fruits, wrinkled and ohhh so sweet. de VILLE? a spin on badness... doing a "bad thing" as per my teachings as a little girl in a Christian minister and missionary led family, "Never go out after things of the devil child." SULTANA de VILLE dressed the part and wagged the swagger boasted by all the famous stage walkers in RuPaul's queendom. The introduction video was prepped and recorded in the one minute requirement, and I sent my application for being on the new show list of cross dressers with all intention of winning a spot among the contestants for being the "new girl" on the block.

My oriental features made up with all the smock and fret that his girls apply over their boy hairs on a minute by minute schedule to look like they do, and a human hair coif that rolled out of the nearest wig shop topped a gold knit dress that flashed nape through spinal tap measure of a reveal above bronzed 4inch heels. Videos move and so I did. I put on a swagger and shouldered back roll seen on any Marilyn Monroe film as my eyes fluttered and squinted to "get the point across." It was a date. The boy judges most likely fell for the offer, but... Sultana de Ville was legitimately in competition. By the close of my scene and as I pressed the button to send my entry off to the New York studio my son came around the corner to ask for my help in lifting and moving another heavy weighted exercise bench.. he called it a "cage." ...large metal rails and the height of an eight foot wall, as wide as a six foot room meant to bolster free weights and one of those sit and press weight get ups. I had to remove my girlish ordeal and get mannish again to handle my head of household role; one I'd been sporting since the departure of his dad, and his step dad and the man that made me a widow. I had to be the man of the house when my son and daughter were growing past 6months and 1year old babes. I dived into marriage and after the arm wrestle with wonderous rape me in the night scenes by a drunk and plastered husband who did not remember that I was his wife and not the street women he was hammering while supposedly at work as he "tried to get a child" before realizing he'd gotten me pregnant; so pregnant that it resulted in a tubal rupture and hospital trip to take it out. The creator removed that creation as a total mistake, and I walked on and the man in the family until someone rushed to rescue me. He asked me to marry him and I did. I wasn't looking for a man... not expecting to be married but went there. I said "I DO" and did; and he was killed. I was back to being the man in the family... head of household.

It became such a role that I could not bow out of the tough attitude from a woman's demeanor. I did not trust the idea of "a date" except as a comic line put as just that... a joke. A joke is nothing but a coward's way of correcting the ills of society. A joke can be told on stage in front of a defense line... the viewers, the audience that "got yo back" and applauds your insensitivity at the tongue and cheek humiliation of another. It's easy to be a coward.

'RuPaul did not respond. I guess the men were all better women than me.