Hi, I’m Mandy – welcome to my world! Welcome to my site and all the wonders it contains. I’m Mandy, Mandy Romero, - so-called, someone once said because I Roam-ero Everywhere-o. I don’t know. I hope you like my site and enjoy your visit. So what sort of girl am I? Well, you know, I’m a travelling girl, I’ve been “Dragging Round The World”, through India, Thailand, Cambodia, Indonesia, Australia, New Zealand and the U.S.A. And why did I decide to do such a wild and wonderful thing? Why not? I say. No, I’ve got my reasons. To offer my beauty to the world, of course, and to meet as many other queens as possible and pick up tips from them, a few dress and make-up ideas to take back with me, to see a lot of the places you only hear about normally, places as starry and spectacular as I can be when I’m on form. Mandy Romero, the Taj Mahal of drag, the Sydney Harbour Bridge of tranvestism, the Patpong of Cross-dressing….. And maybe I’m also looking for Mr Right of course, but we’ll get onto that later. Some of my other travel adventures are in here too. Anyway there’s a question. What am I? Am I a drag queen? Here and now I say I’m a Drag Queen (and I’m using capital letters here). I used to say I was a social transvestite with glam tendencies, but now I’m proud to say that I’m a Drag(hyphen)queen, which is a bit subtle but I can do subtle when I want to, so there! We all have a way of describing ourselves, don’t we? I’m glad to say I know a few differences. Drag Queens perform – even if they don’t ever get on a stage. All the world’s a stage, and having been round it I can say that, if you’re a bit brave and ingenious you can make anywhere a stage, or at least find a place to perform yourself to the world’s admiring eyes somewhere on your way through most places. But I’m getting off the point now, and the point is Me. Who I am. I dress up, I perform wherever I am, I now do stage stuff, I’ll call myself a drag-queen unless anybody objects. No? O.K. I grant you I still like to do the “glam” not the “big” look, but anyone who wants to pass on few tips on mega-eyebrows or teasing purple wigs should get in contact. And I do like to go out socially, and there’s a bit of a debate about this, I know. Drag Queens are professionals, who only do it – dress up - when the fee is right. Alright, but if you get even a little bit of pleasure from the cut of a nice dress or the effect of a good foundation and classy lip-stick, then I defy you not to want to get about town for the fun of it sometime. Well, anyway, I’m on the cusp, darlings, but part of my cusp is somewhere between the bar stools of the nearest bar, sometimes. So, before you wander off to investigate my site, what else should I tell you? I don’t specialize in characters, like Doris Day (Look at my pictures!), or Barbra, or Whitney Houston. I have enough trouble being myself most days. But that doesn’t mean I don’t like watching girls who do. I say I’m a girl but I keep my age to myself or I lie outrageously. I’m as old as I look and as young as I behave. O.K? I don’t remember when I was born, and anyway drag-queens are made not born, aren’t they? The finest works of art in the business, and alive! I came into the world, if you want to put it that way, quite a long time ago, starting with most of the nervousness and mistakes that we all have gone through, well, all but the lucky few who got it right first time. One day I was Mandy, and one day some years later I had to sign in to a club and “Romero” was the name that came out of the pen. So that’s that. The men I like? You can read more in my Self-portrait, but how about…..rich car-drivers? No, I’m only joking, only half-joking anyway. Men who aren’t afraid of themselves, sane ones, already-used ones mainly, though I’ve had some nice times with the box-fresh variety, not intellectuals but ones that at least know art when they see it. Good cooks – I’m a terrible cook – and ones who will wash up if you ask them. A bit kinky but not stupid with it. Good-looking, did you say? Yes, but what’s that? If he’s good-looking the next morning you’re lucky and he’s worth hanging on to. Considerate, quiet when I need him to be, and leaving me space when I want him to, and generous, and honest and funny and not possessive. Faithful? – I should be so lucky. I’m a Drag-queen – I have my days off and so can he, as long as he’s safe about it. Oh, and gay, - real down-the-line gay. Knows what to do with his equipment and enjoys it. So that’s that as well. Tastes? I could listen to Aretha and Madonna and, yes, Kylie, and Bjork till the sun rises again. Prince is cute, or was. I’ll take any Versace you’re giving away but if Alexander McQueen wants to design for me I’ll say yes. And there’s an Italian designer called Gianfranco Ferre I’d spend money I haven’t got on. After that it’s the brightest, shiniest thing in the shop. I’m a magpie, and that’s the truth of it. If I had a theme-song it would be “Girls Just want To Have Fun” but play “La Mer” at my funeral please, - I’m a romantic at heart. And if I’d been born in my film of choice I’d have grown up as one of the Judy’s – Garland, Davis, - there’s Australian for you, - or maybe Judy Holliday. And if you don’t know who I mean, it’s time to find out. Anyway, enough of introductions – dive into the site, won’t you? There are pictures here for you to look at, and news about my performances, and travel-stories, and my contact details. You’ll soon be able to leave messages for me on the site, but get in touch anyway, via E-mail. Love