I laughed; I cried.  It was entertaining; it was touching; but it was misguided. Such a drag!

We have an amateur festival of plays here aptly called the Fringe Festival – performances that are often off the wall, sometimes brilliant, sometimes awful, but always under and hour and cheap.

The title of this post is the title of the performance I took in tonight.  Apparently, by the year 3000, drag queens will be the most respected people in society.

There were plenty of laughs and some heartfelt performances in this story about an aging wanna-be drag queen waitress in a drag bar, whose performance of a lifetime ends up being a celebration of her drab self.

“It takes a lot of courage to put on a dress; it takes even more courage to be yourself.”

Hmmm…  there’s a mouthful…

…but so disappointing…

What about the many males who wear women’s clothes who ARE being themselves, and reflecting that by putting on that dress?  What about the many people born with male bodies who either exclusively or additionally have female spirits?

Those people don’t exist in this play’s universe.

The play is not ashamed to call every person with male genitalia, in a dress or otherwise, a man.  Drag queens are men and should respect themselves as such.  Straight guys are men, and should be respected as both straight and men.   Some straight guys will even throw on a dress for a kick.

Hellloooooo!!  Not all people born with male bodies appreciate being called men.  You can usually tell by their leading authentic female lives, be it full or part-time.

Hopefully, by the year 3000, we will get some respect.