5:45 pm. canadian border.
those of you who know me, know that i am freaked out by border police and customs officials and all of the freaky ass vibes that get shot at you by various weapon wielding officials when you’re crossing international lines. so, of course, when three people got pulled off of the bus to get interrogated, one of them was me. i guess i looked like i was smuggling firearms or perhaps livestock.
as luck would have it, the woman who was getting questioned next to me at the same time was also going to IDKE. the border police lady asked her: so what’s a drag king? is that the opposite of a drag queen? i started laughing, which the officer did not find amusing. i said: i’m sorry, i was already asked that question by someone on the bus.
now we are waiting for them to finish with an 18 year old kid, who looked like he was about to die from fright. it’s taking a very long time. they are probably making him squirm like a half squished bug that’s still trying to crawl with it’s guts trailing behind it
October 21st, 2005 at 8:09 am
Aiks… that does not sound like fun at all. And that entering Canada! I had a much different experience when my partner and 2 friends from Berlin entered to stay for the weekend for a belated wedding reception for said friends in August. None of us looks gender conforming in any way shape or form. Joking and all smiles and no problem. Although I guess these days that is more the exception than the rule - and what probably helped was that at least one of the officers seemed to be a dyke…
October 25th, 2005 at 1:50 pm
where did you guys cross the border? we crossed in North Dakota, which is not really ideal. that’s where they grabbed antonio caputo when he was on the club casanova tour.