Sooooo…I decided to do a little something different for my birthday this year…
I’m so glad I did this. I’m so proud of these, plus, this turned out to be the best thing about my birthday anyway.
I don’t get the Drag Queen craze, and it actually often bothers me.
Like, please, by all means, do you, Queens and Kings, I’m all for you and expressing yourself however you see fit. This little post isn’t going to stop you, nor should it. This almost isn’t even about YOU.
This is about the weird, borderline creepy obsession non-Queens seem to have with them. It seems faddish, or at the very least *fetishized*.
Any time a Drag show is mentioned, I see people (mostly women, mostly white) react insanely. “OMG YAAAASSSSS!!!! I <b>LOOOOVE</b> DRAG QUEENS!!!!! WERK BITCH YAAAAASSSSSS!!!!” Like, why so extra? That shit is super suspect to me. “Oh, yay! That’s sounds fun!” Or “Cool!” would suffice. Something about the overreaction tips me off that something isn’t kosher. It used to be gay men (and still kinda is) that I saw treated like accessories in this fashion. Same way I hear these people (again, mostly women, mostly white) talk about black guys. There’s something…off about it.
My favorite thing about tumblr is following peoples personal storylines. Like when somebody I follow finally goes on a date with the person they like or comes out to their best friend or finishes a huge homework assignment I am literally on the couch pumping my fist and being really happy for them
A neighbor once aggressively shouted at my mother to “go back to Mexico”. Just like that, no filters no discretion, just blatant racism.
She doesn’t have an accent and I’m sure Mexican clothes nowadays are just as westernized as the U.S or Canada…
But wait. Her…