It's a Drag by Ricky

No, really; this topic is really a drag, a downer, a disappointment, a travesty, a calamity, a disaster, a catastrophe, a cataclysm, a … well, you get the idea. The only “drags” I attended were the stock car drag races near Carson City, when I was a young teen. I didn’t care for them because they were so loud my ears hurt and they smelled bad and so did the dragsters.

In my 50’s, a friend and I went to another drag race, this time in Utah at a track just outside Salt Lake City. We were there specifically to see a jet-powered dragster known as “California Smoky”. Once again, I learned how loud the drags were. In order to take a photograph as the vehicle sped by, I had to use two hands on the camera. Even after spending 16 years in the Air Force, I failed to remember exactly how loud a jet engine is at full throttle and full after-burner. I think my ears are still ringing.

I’ve never been to a so called drag-queen show so my experience with that is limited to the late-night so called “documentaries” about the “profession”. Of course, I have seen male movie actors playing female characters in some parts of movies as an “all-male-review” type of comedy. In addition, I can remember TV performers doing the same thing; most notably Milton Beryl.

When I was about 13 or 14, I tried on my mother’s panties to see what the material felt like; nylon panties vs. cotton briefs. I preferred the cotton.

Although, it’s not related directly, this topic reminded me of the pop song, Kind of a Drag, by composer Jimmy Holvay and sung by the group known as “Buckinghams”. So, I won’t drag this out any longer. I’m done.

© 12 September 2011

About the Author

I was born in June of 1948 in Los Angeles, living first in Lawndale and then in Redondo Beach. Just prior to turning 8 years old in 1956, I began living with my grandparents on their farm in Isanti County, Minnesota for two years during which time my parents divorced.

When united with my mother and stepfather two years later in 1958, I lived first at Emerald Bay and then at South Lake Tahoe, California, graduating from South Tahoe High School in 1966. After three tours of duty with the Air Force, I moved to Denver, Colorado where I lived with my wife and four children until her passing away from complications of breast cancer four days after the 9-11 terrorist attack.

I came out as a gay man in the summer of 2010. I find writing these memories to be therapeutic.

My story blog is, TheTahoeBoy.Blogspot.com.