My guilty pleasures on TV (when I can catch them) are America's best dance crew and Ru Paul's Drag Race (for which I have Stephanie to thank
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Have you never been to a drag king show downtown? It's more involved than you think. I mean, if you're a girl, dressing up like a girl is pretty straightforward, but if you're a girl somewhere between androgynous and butchy, dressing up like a guy who is dressing up like a girl is even more tricky than a guy dressing up like a girl, because you have two layers of misdirection. Just the sort of bizarre clothing architecture required to tape down real breasts and then put something on over the top of them that suggests fake breasts is kinda strange to contemplate.
If you go to one, don't take anybody with an ounce of homophobia in 'em, though. It turns out, when you're not really sure what the actual gender of someone is, but they're within your brainspace of "I'd hit it", finding out doesn't always result in another happy remake of the closing scenes of "Victor/Victoria".
Me, I can appreciate it as fun campy goofiness, because I seem to be hardwired for 'cute and curvy', and the world just doesn't have all that many attractive large-breasted men in it.
Have you never been to a drag king show downtown? It's more involved than you think. I mean, if you're a girl, dressing up like a girl is pretty straightforward, but if you're a girl somewhere between androgynous and butchy, dressing up like a guy who is dressing up like a girl is even more tricky than a guy dressing up like a girl, because you have two layers of misdirection. Just the sort of bizarre clothing architecture required to tape down real breasts and then put something on over the top of them that suggests fake breasts is kinda strange to contemplate.
If you go to one, don't take anybody with an ounce of homophobia in 'em, though. It turns out, when you're not really sure what the actual gender of someone is, but they're within your brainspace of "I'd hit it", finding out doesn't always result in another happy remake of the closing scenes of "Victor/Victoria".
Me, I can appreciate it as fun campy goofiness, because I seem to be hardwired for 'cute and curvy', and the world just doesn't have all that many attractive large-breasted men in it.
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