Drag shows are aptly named. They are a drag. Please don’t ever expect me to join you at a drag show. I’d sooner perform an appendectomy on myself with a SPOON. And I’m GAY.All gay bars have drag shows, because apparently, gay people en masse don’t have anything else to offer in the entertainment realm. (Notwithstanding the Melissa Etheridge’s and Ellen Degeneres’s of the world–thank god for them). I’m not expecting a rendition of Bent, but Hell’s Bells. Can’t they do better than a same tired old stereotypical thing where men and women dress up as women and men and … Continue reading →