Imagine that you see a tallish person wearing a teased wig. The person has orangey-red lipstick and eyeliner that looks like it was done with a Sharpie. The person is wearing black pants with gold pinstripes, a tight black t-shirt and a black jacket with rhinestone buttons and a fur collar. Clear plastic heels adorn the person's feet.
Now imagine that you are seeing this person walk into the playground where your children are playing.
Do you think, OMG, there's a drag queen at the park! Maybe she'll want to be friends and I won't have to hear the tenth birth story of the morning! Maybe we can go to a gay club over the weekend - I've so missed them. What will I wear?
Maybe that's just me.
But wouldn't you get a little bit of a thrill if a drag queen (and his/her grandchild) showed up at the playground when you were bored to tears?
Now imagine that as you get into a conversation with said drag queen, you realize that she has no Adam's apple. And her voice sounds naturally high-pitched. And the child calls her, "Grandma". And to your horror you realize that this "drag queen" you wanted to befriend is just a woman with really, really, bad style.
Do you still attempt to make friends with her, or do you casually wave as you go to your car?
At least I smiled as I waved.
