When I grabbed lipstick and artificial eyelashes in August 2019, I awoke the fictional character Moana Parks.
I've known her all my life, just hadn't told anyone about her.

A typical queer story:
“I grew up in the country: here we know each other. Here you take care of each other. Here you go to the church. This is where the shooting festival is celebrated. Here boys do boys 'things and girls do girls' things.
When it was already noticed in kindergarten that I would rather dress up in the doll's corner than play with the excavator outside in the sand, it quickly became clear: 'The boy is not normal!'
A fact that everyone quickly got used to. I as well!
... always the last on the sports team ... always alone in the playground ... 'fagot' ... 'gay' ... 'tranny' ...
Just like my teachers, I pretended I hadn't heard any of this.

And I didn't want the few people to hear about it who never cared about whether I was normal:
'Don't worry mom, everything is okay at school.'
When I was 17, I finally admitted to myself that nothing was actually okay.
Today, 14 years later, I am still not normal - THANK GOD ”

Everyone knows the feeling of being alone. Yet some know it better than others.
Visibility gives courage!
This is the reason for my work as a drag queen. Whether in social media, at events or on stage.