I love drag queens. I love their over-the-top fabulousness. They’re great performers, they’re fierce, and they strut their stuff in heels higher than any I’ve ever worn in my life. I don’t know any drag queens personally but if I did, I’d be a drag hag, big time.
I wish I could be a drag queen myself. Kind of like in Victor Victoria—a woman posing as a man posing as a woman. I wouldn’t even need padding because I’ve already got it goin’ on. I’ve already thought of some possible names for my drag persona: Miss Demeanor, Helena Handbasket, Luscious LaFleur, Tempest O’Toole, and Ola Moore (it makes sense if you say it out loud). And I can lip sync like a boss. But I realize that the whole point with drag queens is that they’re men in drag. So I guess my career as a famous queen will have to wait until I reincarnate as a guy.
Anyway, I’ve learned a lot by watching RuPaul’s Drag Race. Each season you get to know more about the queens and their backgrounds, and I can’t begin to guess at how difficult it must be to face the kinds of challenges they’ve faced—coming out, getting into the drag scene, struggling to be and feel accepted. That’s tough stuff. They’ve experienced far more adversity than I ever have, and I admire them.
One of the things I love about the show is that RuPaul, bless her, encourages all the ladies to love themselves and embrace everything that makes each of them special. Regardless of their height, weight, and looks, they work with what they’ve got. Many of them talk about how when they’re on stage, they feel beautiful and fantastic. And boy, do they WERK IT.
My favorite queen this season is Roxxxy Andrews. I love her style and her attitude. I think she’s voluptuous, sassy, and gorgeous. She looks great and she has a sexy walk.
It occurs to me that we biological gals can and should take a few pointers from our drag sisters. Literally every woman I know has agonized over her self-worth in one way or another. We’ve all felt “less than.” Maybe because someone told us we were and we believed it. Or because society implies that we are if we’re not stick figures with straight blonde hair and big boobs. Or because we compare ourselves unfavorably with others. Fuck that. Can I get an amen? Yes. Thank you. Fuck that. Amen.
So I’m taking a tip from RuPaul and the girls. I’m embracing my inner drag queen. I’m going to take what I’ve got and WERK IT. If Roxxxy can do it, so can I.
Except maybe not in such high heels.