My name is Wanda Wisdom. I’m a 35-year-old, sober podcasting drag queen hostess with the most-est. In fact, I’m the original Podcasting Drag Queen.
Six years ago in March, I started recording my random audio ramblings in a dank, dark basement with nothing more than a $20 microphone from Radio Shack and a very tragic little desktop PC.
I learned everything I needed to know about the then-pioneering medium of podcasting from a bloated lesbian named Madge Weinstein—visit <YeastRadio.com>.
I built up a small but loyal audience of a couple hundred people from around the world—that is, until the folks at Apple came along, and added podcasts to the Tunes store. Overnight, my audience sextupled. How many of you have an audience, much less one that sextuples?
A little more than a year later, I was podcasting live from a brand new boudoir at Lavender Media. Sure, I still was podcasting from a basement, but this one had carpet and track lighting.
As the years passed, I podcasted all over the place, interviewing celebrities, walking the streets of Minneapolis, and yammering on into the Interwebs.
I’ve met the most amazing and randomly-delightful people, made silly movies, and even waved to adoring fans atop a party bus during the Pride Parade.
I’ve seen a lot. I’ve learned a lot. But you know the one thing that marvels me most about the past six years? My listeners. My lucky lady listeners (I call ’em all ladies, even the straight guys) have been with me through thick and thin. Literally.
They were there when I was fat. They were there when I was in the gym six days a week. They listened through my breakups, career changes, and every wacky moment along the way. They continue to listen, no matter my topics, no matter my mood. When I’m down, they send encouragement. When I reach new heights, they’re there to slap me a great big high-five.
I’m not sure I ever have been able to express adequately the level of gratitude I feel for my listeners. They, more than anyone else, have helped me find my voice, and made it possible for me to follow my dreams.
As I enter my seventh year of podcasting, let me dedicate my work to them—to you. Now, let’s get back to the boudoir, and record another podcast!