You do drag for the first time because you want to be called "fierce." You do drag because you really want to be on that boat invading the Pines. You do drag because your best friend told you that the only version you should attempt is the grotesque one, and he said that scoffingly.
The more Vivian performed and become known throughout Columbus, the more Jeff became Vivian. Now, when I say, "Jeff became Vivian," I'm not referring to his actions or his personality but to how others, including me, see him.
What is that, you may ask? Well, it's when someone in the audience, mainly gay men, but sometimes women, and on rare occasions straight men, begins performing to the drag queen's number like all eyes are on them. I find it extremely humorous.
One side effect of being a drag queen's husband is that drag is everywhere. What I mean by this is that anything I hear or see suddenly becomes inspiration for a number for Vivian. Basically I have drag on the brain 24/7.
With our annual Pride celebration now only a few weeks away, in between all the shopping and primping a girls got to do, I find myself once again thinking about those who have touched my life; those who have - and still - inspire me to be who I am today.
Pronouns and drag can some times get confusing. When someone performs in drag, the accepted etiquette is to refer to them by the opposite pronouns. That in itself isn't too confusing. The confusion comes more from when they are out of drag.
An evening at the The Pantages in Los Angeles for the touring production of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert is exactly what one would think: an evening of camp, of glamor, of sequins and catty remarks, of laughter and tears.
Honestly, there are times when I just don't understand the game of drag. I was originally going to use the word "world," but the more I thought about it, "game" seemed much more suited to what drag really is. Being involved in drag in any capacity is like playing a real-life game of Dragopoly.
I've often wondered, Why my fascination with drag queens? When did it begin? And that morning it hit me: My fascination began in 1977, when I removed the Charlie's Angels posters from my bedroom walls and joined the KISS Army.
If you can't afford to tip then please feed the queen with applause. You have no idea how much audience reaction means to these girls. A lot of them feed off of it and the more you applaud and holler the better the performance you'll receive.
Being queer and being Jewish aren't the same, but Esther's courageous decision to reveal a part of her identity, despite the fact that it may not be well-received, is something many LGBTQ people can relate to.
If you're looking for an unconventional night out over Valentine's weekend Los.Angeles theatre doesn't get more hilarious, or warped, than the Xanadu-inspired drag-musical romantic adventure, Connie Loves Juice
There is still so much emphasis on what a "real" man is supposed to be or act like. I thought this would be a great opportunity to play with others' perceptions of me as being "hunky" or "masculine." What would they think of me in thigh-high stiletto boots and a wig?
Consider today's blog post a public service announcement for all those girls who aspire to be like boys who dress like girls. In the pantheon of drag, there are performers known as "faux queens." They're real girl drag queens. There are more of them out there than you think, too.