My drag persona gave me a way to exist in the world – and a route back to the family I’d lost

For years, Ginger Johnson imagined life as a tragedy playing out – until she decided to reframe it as a comedyThere was a hula-hooper, a juggler, a mime and a comic on our 2015 Christmas cabaret tour, and a striptease, too. Mine was known as the “hotdog act”. Each night, in full drag, I’d totter on to a stage in a room full of total strangers with a jar of 10-inch hotdogs, and shove them up my nose, down my throat, into the air, to music. I was apeing the burlesque style,