The Pure Insanity of Banning Drag
Drag is art. A beautiful art. I learned this at 42 when Covid rendered me immovable in bed for six weeks. In January 2021, I wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, so I had a lot of time on my hands. So I started watching RuPaul’s Drag Race from the beginning. Thirteen minutes in, I was fascinated. Thirteen hours in, I couldn’t get enough. Thirteen seasons in, I was in love.