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The New York ad exec discusses I Am Not Myself These Days,
his new memoir of a double life as one of Manhattan's most
popular drag queens.
By Christopher Cappiello
"I was always a polite drag queen," says Josh
Kilmer- Purcell. "If I had a really good gig I would
send a thank you note to the promoter." When meeting
Kilmer-Purcell, it's easy to believe that the gentle, articulate
and soft-spoken author would follow proper etiquette when
conducting business. It's harder to believe that that business
would ever involve the outlandish exploits he so entertainingly
shares in I Am Not Myself These Days, a memoir of his years
working as one of New York's most popular drag queens.
Kilmer-Purcell was a young advertising executive when he
moved from Atlanta to Manhattan in the early 1990s. He had
developed his drag persona, Aquadisiac ("Aqua" for
short), down South, but perfected her in the Big Apple. Aqua's
gimmick? Fish. "Goldfish, usually," he explains
in the first chapter, "since they survive longest in
my clear plastic tits." Kilmer-Purcell engineered his
drag costumes so the breasts were always clear plastic domes
with mirrors on the back. With tiny flashlights illuminating
the domes from below, he filled his breasts with water and
dropped a goldfish in each before heading out into the fast
lane of New York's downtown club scene.
With wit and sometimes hilarious humor, I Am Not Myself
These Days tells of his double life, getting through presentations
to clients by day -- in spite of massive, 15-vodka-tonic-induced
hangovers -- and taking Manhattan by storm by night. The
memoir is, at its heart, a love story as Kilmer-Purcell falls
for a cute boy named Jack who ends up being a very high-end
male prostitute whose wealthy, international client base
affords him an Upper Eastside penthouse. Was it hard reliving
those heady but dangerous days? "It is a challenge to
write a memoir about a time when I was blacked out a lot," Kilmer-Purcell
says with a gentle laugh. "Every other chapter opens
with, 'I wake up on a subway train,' 'I wake up here,' 'I
wake up there.'"
In one richly detailed chapter Kilmer-Purcell describes
the ritualistic, painstaking four-hour process of becoming
Aqua, where showering, shaving (the whole body), makeup and
dress all take on a liturgical air of meaning and power.
After Aqua had been retired for many years, the author had
to embody her one more time last summer for publicity photos. "It
was sort of strange because back in the day people only knew
me as Aqua or they knew me as Josh. Very few people knew
both," he explains. "So it was strange this time
to get re-madeup in front of everyone who knew me as Josh
-- the editor, the publisher, the publicist -- and it was
really hard to make that switch over. Finally, after about
the fifth champagne, it kicked in, and shortly after it kicked
in my editor left. She wrote me the next day and said, 'It
was fantastic. And I saw it happen, but it was too strange
to watch.'"
In one entertaining chapter, Kilmer-Purcell's mother comes
to Manhattan for a visit and, being loving and supporting,
wants to meet his boyfriend. Jack's high-class hooking means
his beeper can go off any time of day or night and he needs
to respond to a client's fetish or desire. The couple tries
to figure out how to justify this without telling mom that
her son's boyfriend is a prostitute. They finally settle
on passing him off as some kind of travel agent to the super
rich, whose demanding clients need first-class arrangements
made at the drop of a hat. "She didn't know the truth
until she read the book," Kilmer-Purcell reveals. "She
knew I was lying to her, but she didn't know what the truth
was. I didn't let her read it until after the final edit
and she was very pleased with it. She's giving it out to
her church group to read. And some of her friends are my
biggest supporters."
Even though Aqua and Josh both get themselves in situations
that most of us are lucky enough to avoid -- from gay-bashing
pickups to Jack's overdosing client passing out in the living
room -- Kilmer-Purcell's story is somehow easy to relate
to. The reader can imagine how events could snowball as they
do into life-threatening self-destruction. "Every decision
I made, most everyone would make the same decision," the
author points out. "Even before I began writing it,
I knew it could go both ways. I knew I could either write
a book that says, 'Look how different I am,' or I could write
a book that says, 'Look how normal I am.'"
Clive Barker has already purchased the film rights to Kilmer-Purcell's
story and a couple of Hollywood directors currently have
exclusive reads on his own screenplay adaptation. When asked
who would be the ideal actor to play Josh and Aqua, he says, "I
personally would like an unknown to play it. Producers would
kill me, but I think that to be true to my life you have
to have somebody who can really do both characters [Josh
and Aqua]. I'm afraid that if it was somebody with a name,
like Orlando Bloom, then it's Orlando Bloom and Orlando Bloom
in a dress."
Kilmer-Purcell is an old friend of author James Frey, who
was recently publicly upbraided by Oprah for fabricating
details of his own best-selling memoir A Million Little Pieces.
The first edition of I Am Not Myself These Days has a prominent
promotional blurb from Frey on the front cover (the publishers
are removing it from subsequent editions). "At least
I'm not the poor shlub who has both this one [Frey] and JT
Leroy!" the author muses. "Personally, I don't
care. James is a friend of mine and he's an amazing writer
and he's an amazing reader. He's one of the most well-read
people I know. It's a compliment, you know? So far I haven't
had any people claim guilt by association. I think the media
has been a bit hyperbolic."
Did writing the book give Kilmer-Purcell the urge to break
out the clear plastic breasts and resurrect Aqua? "I
don't miss it. I have a very domesticated life with my partner.
It's been nice, some of the people in the book, some of the
drag queens, have found me. I've gotten back in touch with
Lady Bunny, who was so dear to me. So I feel like I have
my foot back in it a little bit. But, no, I don't want to
do it again, ever."
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