name source i have the text of the article but sadly the link is down lifestyle friday january my evening with a drag queen rama rau i am meeting enza supermodel for a tv show it's pm and i wait at my friend's office on queen street in downtown toronto after waiting a while my friend tells me i don't know if she's gonna come in her male persona or her female one ummm hmmm i reply i'm mildly curious about meeting a drag queen myself having thus far only seen them on the subway or in downtown clubs i try recollecting what little i knew about enza her real name enzo anderson in she ran for mayor of toronto ontario although the eventual winner of that campaign mel lastman won over per cent of the vote anderson surprised many by garnering votes placing third she was one of the few candidates besides lastman ben kerr and tooker gomberg to get any kind of recognition in the race even though all she did was stand on downtown street corners with a handmade placard that read vote for me i have the best legs in town having changed her name to enza supermodel anderson whose sense of irony i learn later is razor sharp runs in political races where the major candidate has no serious challenger on the ballot at fashionably late she walks in six feet three inches tall in her beautiful black pointy stilettos she's wearing a short black dress showing off great legs light black stockings and a chic black leather jacket and the first thing i think is oh my god she is beautiful that particular day i'm wearing scruffy blue jeans cut off at the knees running shoes and a t shirt i grabbed from my closet two minutes before i ran out the door some lipstick a dash of mascara and i was ready in seconds now looking at her i feel less like a woman than i've ever felt in my entire life i never was one of those la de da' women mind you but right now i wish i was i feel insecure ugly and yes jealous we get into a taxi and enza graciously lets me sit in the front seat i feel a bit awkward i don't know where to start so i stare out the window i look back politely and smile now and then as enza talks to my friend suddenly she says oh lovely nails and i jump er ah my nails but she is charming about it after that we settle down to some nice comfortable girl talk and i ask her the question i've been dying to ask how long does it take you to do your make up enza and she replies three hours after all she has to do her legs her arms her face her body she's happy to give me the most minute and unnecessary details of how she wanted a breast job but decided to just wear padded bras instead that evening the tv show meeting turns out to be a disaster the three men in the room all heterosexuals they assure each other can't take their eyes of enza's legs i get a lot of amusement watching how their eyes slide down her legs and desperately make an attempt to meet yours if you address them she is charming and funny she tells the crowd how she got her name ya know gurrl friend what else would i be but a supah model and how she works in a bar during the day and takes photographs of celebrities by night i must admit i'm fascinated enza studied to be an engineer and later began dressing up in drag partly to party and partly because that's her version of show biz honey i put on a good show i got more shoes and dresses than imelda marcos i believe that i go home that evening feeling a little strange inside my head it's the first time i've felt special to be born a woman and to think i had to meet a drag queen to make me feel this way