My cherry has been popped


At the ripe old age of 49 (and two thirds) my cherry has been popped.

NO!!! Not THAT cherry. Gosh. You people. How could I possible be the mother to a young man if I was talking about THAT cherry? Well there is adoption, but that is getting even further off the point.

I am talking about my Drag Show cherry. I am no longer a virgin when it comes to drag shows. I have finally been to one.

I’m a bit concerned that I am becoming what is known as a ‘fag hag’. I have been to four Midsumma events this year and now a drag show and I’ve got quite a few new friends on Facebook fro