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By Andrea Pine
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If you’re a drag queen and you know it, strike a pose! If you’re a
drag queen and you know it, strike a pose! If you’re a drag queen and
you know it and you really want to show it - if you’re a drag queen
and you know it strike a pose!
And vogue. And vogue. And vogue and vogue and vogue.
For those of you who don’t have a sense of humor - you know who you
are - that was a joke. Or as TikTok stars like to say “For legal
purposes - THAT WAS A JOKE”. One more time for those in the back - I
was joooooking, y’all.
I’m not trying to indoctrinate kids. Or groom them. The only grooming
I do is on these luscious locks and, hello, that is a full-time job.
All jokes aside, it’s crazy to me that Queens have become the new It
girl for the Republican Party to target. I suppose I should have seen
it coming - I guess after centuries of hating on women, they were
getting bored and needed to spice up their agenda. And drag queens
are the perfect target. We still check the female box - and we do it
in a way where it’s immoral and a sin. We check the LGBTQ box. We
check the “too much fun and that makes Republicans grumpy” box.
Really - this was inevitable. I just wish it wasn’t attacking
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You know, I attended my first drag show when I was 16. I snuck out
with my friends and used the worst fake ID in history to get into a
small, crowded bar. It smelled like sweat and vodka, and my shoes
clung to the floor like it was covered in Elmer’s glue. I was a big
kid - shouldn’t be a surprise, since I’m a big girl now - so I was
trying my best to hide myself in ill-fitting clothes. I had this
oversized hoodie I wore pretty much every day. It was gray and frayed
and I wore it as a form of camouflage to blend into my surroundings
to go unnoticed.
Natalie didn’t turn me gay. She didn’t turn me into a Drag Queen. Her
performance unlocked years of insecurity and my hidden moments of
trying on dresses and heels and dancing in my room. She wiped away
the shame I had once felt when I stole a makeup palette from CVS and
experimented with the different eyeshadow colors. She made me see
that it was ok to be myself and that there was a place in this world
that would love me for me.
And, sure, perhaps there’s a small part of me that wants to show kids
that I’m not a monster.
You know, I remember going out to run errands like…oh five or six
years ago. I was in one of my drag ensembles and a small kid, about
four or five, pointed me out to his mom. I remember her grabbing his
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arm and pulling him away from me. Telling him that I wasn’t normal.
That I was a monster. And that he needed to stay away from “people
like me”.
I’m not a monster, y’all. None of us are. But it seems every day, I’m
having to fight harder to prove that. Right now, I should be getting
ready for my monthly reading at Havenwood Library.
I hope those kids hold on. I hope they find inspiration somewhere.
Whether it’s at a reading at their library, or sneaking into a tiny
bar using a fake ID or….anywhere else. I hope they find what they
need to know that whoever they choose to be is flawless.
If you’re a drag queen and you know it, strike a pose. If you’re a
drag queen and you know it, strike a pose. If you’re a drag queen and
you know, the world can’t keep you from showing it. If you’re a drag
queen and you know it - strike a pose.