August 05, 2012
On November 18, 2011 I was driving home after an HIV benefit in New Mexico, when I was pulled over by a police officer for not having a car plate light. I was dressed in drag, wearing jeans, high heels, a wig, and a cute shirt. I was also wearing contacts, which made my eyes irritated, and the police officer asked me if I had been drinking. He gave me a sobriety test, which I passed, with heels on and everything. But I had been drinking a little that night, although he was going to let me go, a second officer pulled up, and they decided to take me in.
I was thrown into the jail, in drag. The people who were detained were playful, whistled, and even friendly (I even knew some of them), but the harshest looks I got were from the police officers.