Inside tbe world of drag
Most of you know me as DJ Relentless, but I am also known as Jade Elektra and I just spent Easter Weekend in Chicago competing in The Miss Continental Elite Pageant. As an out HIV-positive person, it was really a great weekend for me to represent Canada in my first national pageant.
Ever since I came out on the gay scene back in Tampa in the mid 80's, the drag world has always been a major fascination for me. I remember going to The El Goya and seeing my first drag show that featured Joey Brooks, Stephanie Shippae, Bobbie Lake and Gilda Golden. These were the performers who would mold my view of what it meant to be a female impersonator. Glamorous and larger than life. I knew after that show I wanted to be an entertainer.
Back then, there was a talent show on Mondays at a place called René's. This bar was known for producing some of the top title holders. Tiffani Middlesexx, Tiffany Arieagus, Mahogany, Chena Kelly, Lakeisha Lucky, Esme Russell, Dana Douglas, Dana Manchester, Patti Cakes and countless others were headliners there. They had the best talent show in town. Queens would come from Miami and Orlando to make an impression and win $100. Many of today's top legends got their start in that talent show. René's could make or break you.
First Steps
A wonderful hostess named Tony Rose watched my first attempt at getting attention with a concept number of Stephanie Mills' cover of "How Come You Don't Call Me Anymore". I am very glad that no photos have surfaced. I had no idea how to do make up or that I really needed a wig to cover up my jheri-curled hair (remember it was the 80's). But I guess Tony saw some potential in me and pulled me aside after one of the most humiliating nights of my life. She told me that I should show up early the next week and she would help me with my make up. She gave me my first Millie Jackson record, "Live & Uncensored" and told me to learn something off this. She surprised me the next week with not only doing my make up, but also donating my first drag outfit, a simple white Dynasty dress (at least that's what I called it) and a wig. She was my very first drag mother. They don't make 'em like that anymore. This was back when the older queens would teach the younger gyrls the way. God, I miss those days.
I came up with some of the new crop of gyrls back in those days. Simplicity Hart, Tomeka Love, Donna White, Regina Rheal, Natasha Richards, Tiffany McCray, Syreeta Montiel, Crystal Clear, LaTonya Rogers, Monique LaBelle and Ebony (my first drag name before becoming Jade Elektra in 1992) were names that dominated that Monday night talent contest.
With all the tutorials on YouTube and shows like Drag Race, the young gyrls today think they don't need a guiding hand. And all the bad habits and horrible attitudes that RuPaul's little creation has spawned has straight audiences and younger gays believing that this is the future for drag, that your fifteen minutes are your ticket to stardom. But like Madonna said in her interview on Anderson when asked about reality TV celebrities "It may get you in the door, it doesn't guarantee you will stay at the party". And no truer words were ever spoken.
The Pageant
So, being a contestant in The Continental Elite Pageant was an honour. When I walked into registration at the Park West Theatre and saw Dana Douglas I became a little drag kid again. I remember when she won Miss Continental in 1987. I remember her performance of "Black Velvet" at The Miss Florida pageant that year with this amazing long train to her dress. I began talking with her, thinking she must be a judge, or there to help organize the pageant. But when Jim Flint and Ginger Grant called everyone over to sign up she came over as well. I knew right then that I was looking at this year's winner. This was drag royalty. It would not matter if I had jumped through hoops of fire or what any of the other gyrls were doing - this was the winner for 2012.
After watching and listening closely to the whispered conversations, I learned that some of these gyrls had been in this pageant system for years. Unfortunately I believe they are stuck in it.
Now...anyone who knows me knows that I don't mince words. So, if you are easily offended or you can only see your point of view, I suggest you stop reading right now. Because I am about to tell you what I really think about the Continental pageant system along with most pageants. This is no different than the ballroom scene. These people spend thousands and thousands of dollars to enter these competitions and for what? At the end of the day what does it all mean? Absolutely nothing outside of that circle. They lure you in with the glamour and glitz of what you see on stage, but all the stuff that goes on in the background would probably make a sane person say I will have nothing to do with this.

I also think of the pageant system as a pyramid scheme. Someone on the top of the pyramid is making money off all the people who are involved. Kind of like how RuPaul is making all the money from Drag Race and the contestants are left fighting to be on that show to get a chance to be in the spotlight. And just like the mafia, they take care of their own. Once you are in the family, you are always in the family. But if you don't get accepted into the family, you are encouraged to come back and try again. They might dangle a small prize to keep you interested, but make no mistake....they want your time and money.
Augmentation
Back when I was coming up on the scene, bar owners and promoters would help the gyrls get their breasts done and any reconstructive surgery you would need to be the next beauty. For a while there were a few who wanted to make me into the next Stephanie Shippae. They would have paid for everything if I gave them my youth and innocence. But the one thing I always enjoyed at the end of the show was taking all that stuff off and being Alphonso King Jr. My motto was and still is "If I can't take it off at the end of night, then I don't need it."
I remember my first year in New York City I met a queen named Consuela. She was taller than me (I'm 6' 4") and had these insanely huge implants. At that time I was a DJ at a tranny hooker bar called Sally's on 43rd Street. Consuela got really drunk one night and came over and talked to me as I was packing up for the evening and what she said has always stayed in my head. "If I knew what I know now, I would have never done any of this to myself. You are so lucky. Stay just the way you are. It's not cute waking up at 40 to find that not even 7-11 will hire you."
So, what do you do when you have altered yourself so much that you are unrecognizable and you have implants and facial hair? You are stuck in that life for the rest of your life. Unless you have had some of the best doctors over the years (which most of these gyrls have not) you are probably not healthy from the silicone injected into your body. And the one thing that was really clear is that the Continental System is for transsexuals. Boys who do drag are cute, but they are looking for all the augmentation. Outside of my friend, Scott Cooper, who is still a boy and has not had any work done, I believe that only transsexuals have been winners of Miss Continental. But where is the line between female impersonation and transsexualism?
Now, don't get me wrong....I love these drag conventions. You get to see all the people you haven't seen in years. And the energy is great. Of course a few folks were trying to get me to join the other pyramid scheme, Miss Gay USA (which I'm told is strictly for female impersonators). And although I have been around these queens for years and around the pageant scene in the background as the DJ who mixed their talents or did the voice-overs for them, I have never really lusted after these titles. I have a few titles and a few crowns from randomly entering a pageant here and there, but I have never felt that these titles have defined me as Jade Elektra. In fact, the highlight of this past weekend in Chicago was getting to perform as Billie Holiday on the Park West Theatre stage. That was absolutely wonderful. I felt completely at home on that stage. And it confirms that I am heading in the right direction with my career as a recording artist and vocalist. Hopefully one day someone will come across the DVD of that performance and say "Wow...where is that queen now? That was a talent!" Because let's face it.....someone doing a live vocal performance in character is not in the same category as a glamazon standing there lip-syncing with back up dancers. Apples and Oranges. I knew that going in, but I wanted to let people know that I was there. And no disrespect to any of the gyrls, but my vision for myself is a lot bigger than this circle.
To have people come up to me after my talent and ask me if I was really singing or where did that voice come from was my crown and title. No one had ever done a Billie Holiday impersonation at Continental. It was an real honour to have a former Mr. Continental, Antonio Edwards whom I have known for years, come up to me and say"I knew you could sing, but I never knew you could sing like that". It really made my evening. And hopefully I have opened the door for future impersonators to take a chance on live talents.
I would like to see more classic drag come back. There's only so many music videos that can be recreated on the drag stage. There's so much more out there than the Top 40 that is being rammed down our throats. I sit back and watch all these young ones killing themselves to be exactly like the gyrl sitting next to them in the dressing room. They want to out-do the next one. Well, you can't do that by doing the same numbers you saw on YouTube over and over. You have to be creative and strive for something different. And stop dumbing down the performances. You are in a unique position to educate your audience as well as entertain.
You've got to listen to the ones who were here before you. Their wisdom is very valuable. I try to tell the gyrls I work with simple things that would help them on stage and in life, but most are not listening. I just hope that they don't fall into the trap and lose themselves in this world of drag. If you meet an older queen, sit and talk with her instead of dismissing her.
But back to story of The Baton...
The finals . .
So, it is the night of the finals at The Baton. There are twelve contestants and we come out in orange presentation. It all seemed surreal to be standing on the most famous drag stage in America. In my heart of hearts, I was hoping that my talent had gotten me into the Top 8 at least. They start giving out awards for best interview, best swimwear, best evening gown and best talent. My name is not called for any of those. They start calling the Top 8 and as they skip over me an epiphany comes to me. "Thank God I am not in this". If I had won any of those things I would be obligated to come back again. But you have to pay your dues with this pageant system, to build your brand with Mr. Flint before you get his seal of approval. And at registration he gave a speech about he might end the Elite pageant if there are not 20 or more contestants next year. Of course Dana Douglas is the perfect candidate to go out and sell the Miss Continental Elite pageant to promoters and bars across the country. This is how the business works.
So, I was very grateful that I did not place and did not make the Top 8. I am free! All I have to do is step down as Miss Toronto Continental Elite in November and I am done.
The drag world still fascinates me. What motivates a man to put on a dress and act like a woman? There are a million stories and reasons why, but for me it is an extension of who I am as a man who has embraced his feminine side and still treasures his masculine side.