A friend wonders about the mention of drag queens in the interests section of my blogger profile. (Thanks, N.P., for the idea, I was at a loss for something to write about today.)
He wonders what this means, why would someone like me possibly be interested in something like them,
interested enough to put it in a profile. First of all, those profiles are really stupid, and generally, the blogger profiles seem self-indulgent and a bit too much like personal ads for my humble, bashful, why-would-anyone-care-about-that
, shallow little self. I just wanted to put something in there that would throw a bit of humor and color into the mix.
More importantly, though, drag-queens are the exact polar opposite of me, and the interest not so much interest as...admiration. They are wonderful, colorful, exotic beings, who clearly go to great lengths to put their looks together, primping, shaving, binding-things-up, tying-things-down, making-up, decorating, and just mind-bendingly time-consuming preparation
to be seen. And the result is sometimes hilarious, but most often just amazingly gorgeous. I mean, look at RuPaul
. Just LOOK at her. There is also an emotional flamboyance
that goes along with the visual, that I clearly do not possess. Christ, I'm female and it's all I can do to get up and get to work in the morning with eyes open, shoes that match, with my wallet and keys, and my boobs both pointing in the same direction, and roughly the same level. Never mind
when some rare occasion happens that I have to dress up.
God, I fucking hate dressing up.