Philadelphia drag queens have been raptured. Last week, one by one, queens disappeared without notice, without a trace. They disappeared from Facebook, that is. I know because I am one of those queens.
When I was 9 I took my parents' album of the Broadway musical Damn Yankees and memorized every syllable of Gwen Verdon's show stopper, "Who's Got the Pain When They Do the Mambo?" Once I was satisfied with my lip synching and choreography, the number was ready for public display.