Fact: drag queens are bad ass.
Last year, Kevin and I stumbled upon RuPaul’s Drag Race (a drag queen competition show on Logo) and got totally hooked. Despite the show’s crude humour, it has been surprisingly enlightening and inspiring. RPDR introduced me to the subculture within the gay community that is drag and made me appreciate it as a true performing art. The sky is the limit when it comes to how drag queens express themselves since drag welcomes and encompasses all varieties of the performing arts. Even though I’m not a drag queen, I find inspiration in the courage the queens have to cross societal boundaries, put themselves out there and in their extreme creativity.
Aspects of drag remind me of classical clowning which I had the opportunity to study briefly at a theater camp years ago. What I loved about clowning was developing a character from scratch. Like drag, when clowning you put on a costume and are given a carte blanche. There is something really fun and liberating about developing a separate identity from your own.
Androgynous drag has become more prevalent with the rise of queens like Raja Gemini.
I find this take on drag to be especially interesting because it pushes the envelop by blurring traditional gender lines. We all have feminine and masculine qualities. Let’s stop being ashamed of them and start embracing all parts of ourselves.
Life Tip: As the infamous RuPaul always says:
If you can’t love yourself, how the hell are you gonna love somebody else? Now, can I get an amen?