About Ordinarily Fabulous
Written by Kiernan Kelly
40 pages / 17000 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-424-3, 1-60370-424-8
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Jon's encounter with a picture of Miss Sweet Georgia Peaches outside a gay club makes him realize something really important. He wants to be a drag queen, but he doesn't have the first idea of how to go about it. He sets about finding Georgia, aka Bobby, who decides to teach Jon everything he needs to know, including the Eight Rules to Being Ordinarily Fabulous.
As Jon becomes Maya Lure, he also gets to know Bobby, and Georgia, a lot better. Things start to get weird, when Bobby and Jon deepen their relationship, and Bobby's alter ego disapproves. Even as Jon finds the life he wants as a performer, he fears he'll lose Bobby forever. Will they be able to sort out their personalities in time to make it work?
Sample
The house lights dimmed, and a single rose spotlight illuminated the stage. The hum from the audience, chatter and laughter and the occasional clinking of glasses, sounded louder in the darkened theater, but everything grew quiet when the first strains of "My Man" floated from the speakers.
Oh, my man, I love him so... he'll never know...
It was Miss Maya Lure's signature song, had been for the last year, ever since she first planted a stiletto-heeled foot on the stage. The lyrics held special meaning for her, and she ended every show with her version of it.
Tonight she wore white, opera-length gloves, and a stunning, figure-hugging, floor-length gown covered entirely in sparkling rhinestones, and trimmed with honest-to-Christ ostrich feathers. They circled the hem of her dress, tickling her ankles with each step. She held a fan to match, and still more of the black-and-white feathers stood up in a spray behind her head. The ones behind her head were attached to a brace that spanned her waist and ran up her back.
She really hated the brace. It was cold, hard, and uncomfortable, but necessary for the Busby Berkley look she wanted to pull off. Anyway, fabulous was fabulous and beauty was pain, as she so often said, and she had to admit the brace perfected her posture in addition to supporting the feathers.
Maya took one last look in the mirror that hung backstage. Her honey-blond hair was pulled back into a sleek, elegant chignon, tiny wisps carefully pulled free, curled, and arranged to highlight her beautiful face. Her skin was as flawless as fine porcelain, setting off her high cheekbones, big, blue eyes, and lush, red lips.
The applause started the instant she left the wings and didn't stop for a full five minutes. Maya glided to center stage, smiled, waved, blew kisses, fluttered her fan, and waited patiently for it to die down. She was used to it -- rarely did she take the stage without the audience bringing down the house.
"My goodness!" she gasped in her sultry voice as soon as the din faded enough for her to be heard. "I declare, y'all are so sweet!" Her accent, adopted the first time she saw Gone with the Wind and fell instantly in love with Rhett Butler and the Deep South, added to her persona. Although she'd been born in Passaic, New Jersey, Maya Lure was a true southern belle at heart, a genteel and delicate flower. She wouldn't hesitate to knock the lights out of anyone who said anything to the contrary, either -- or rather Jon would. Maya abhorred violence, but luckily, Jon had no such compunction.
The fact was that, while Maya Lure was a lady, Jonathan Prescott wasn't, and at the end of the night when the dress came off and the make-up was washed away, it was Jon who looked back from the mirror. It was Jon who sewed Maya's costumes, bought her shoes, selected her jewelry, and booked her gigs, and it was Jon who defended her honor with a pair of hard, quick fists. In the past year, he'd learned to be strong. He had to be. It was that or lose his mind.