The Drag Show seems a remnant of the vaudeville era. Somehow, I didn’t expect a packed house of 400 in Rochester, MN.
Drag shows are at low budget venues. When I go in, I feel I’m doing something illegal like entering a speakeasy during prohibition. It’s still not main stream in popular culture.
There are regular drag shows in Fargo as well. I haven’t been able to go for a few years.
Lots of straight people were in the audience. They identified themselves to the roving MC. Many said this was the first time they had attended.
While I didn’t attend to see him specifically, a distant relative was performing. He came by our table dressed as Dorothy from OZ, recognized us and then slipped back into his character. In the decorated box he held carefully were a pair of sparkling red slippers.
“These are the original slippers worn by Dorothy in Wizard of Oz.” she (he) solemnly intoned. “They are insured by the Smithsonian Institute for one million dollars.” (I saw the slippers on line for $24.99) Later, he wore the slippers and performed a country song,”Hey-Hey, Hey-Hey, Herbicides Done Made Me Gay.”
The evening was filled with performances and baldy jokes about sexuality. In the audience were trassexuals, lesbians, gay men and bisexuals. It was a place were they could all kick back and laugh at themselves and at those who dislike them.
On Monday, all of us will return to our other lives and only whisper about where we spent Saturday night.