After spending the night partying away in New York City with the late son of a well-known late president, I knew I had my story.

The two of us danced, drank and laughed the hours away, leaving life's worries behind us. I felt like Cinderella on the arm - and lap - of the world's most eligible bachelor (which he was at the time). The clock struck 3 a.m. and we both returned to the real world and our very different lives.

Since the age of six, my life has been that of a performer. But the magic I helped to create onstage was lost to memory once the curtain came down. During my work on the HBO film Girls, Girls, Girls, directed by Jonathan David, I fell in love with filmmaking - especially its permanence. In a film, a performance and a story lives on forever and reaches millions.

As a drag performance artist, I was finding that the type of roles I wanted to play just didn't present themselves. I was constantly being offered stereotyped characters that were not true to life - not my life, anyway.

It was while watching the great Katharine Hepburn in The Philadelphia Story with my dad, Rendle Taylor, that I found the kind of strong storytelling and character-driven roles I was looking for. And I realized that if I wanted that kind of movie, I would have to write it myself.
My dad, always supportive of my artistic drag adventures, said: "Well do it. Go and write your story." So I did, and this is it.

With the added support of my Mom, Thelma, and of course aided by many cocktails by the pool at their home in Salem, New Hampshire, I wrote my first screenplay in just one week.

My goal was to create a story that was fast-paced, rich in character, and that would introduce the audience to the real world, wants, conflicts - and yes, old-fashioned glamour - of a drag star. The stories and people are all based on actual friends and acquaintances of mine.

I went back to that magical, swirling, night in New York and those two different worlds and brought them together in this film. What would have happened had that evening not ended with a limo ride home and a kiss on the cheek? What could these two characters from two very different worlds - uptown and downtown - learn from each other? Could they grow and see life differently? Could they even marry?

You'll find out in More Than a Woman.