Last night Doc C was telling me about a Drag contest he'd been to, and which I would also have been at if it wasn't for the whole fast-tracked Visa Interview thing.
And I don't mind at all that he got to be one of the judges. I mean, I'm only slightly interested in Drag as a form of cultural and artistic expression. Ok, I did my BA (Hons) Dissertation on how Main Stream Hollywood used Drag to discuss issues of Gender and Identity (It was called "Too Much Style for One Gender"), so?
Who am I kidding? All those sequins, all those extravagant arm gestures, all those false eye-lashes and fake boobs! And that's just the Drag Queens, this contest also had Drag Kings!
Right now I'm probably giving Elpheba a run for her ruby slippers, I'm that green with envy.