Every June, we hear the same warnings.
“The gays are coming.”
“The drag queens are everywhere.”
“They are trying to turn everybody into something.”
Meanwhile…
Republicans have apparently spent the last 40 years collecting drag queen selfies like they are Pokémon cards.
At this point I am beginning to suspect drag queens are not hiding under beds, lurking in libraries, or plotting world domination.
They are just standing around taking pictures with politicians.
One thing I have learned over the years is that drag queens possess a supernatural ability. They can somehow convince governors, senators, billionaires, presidents, presidential candidates, cabinet members, celebrities, pastors, and half of America to voluntarily stand next to them for photographs.
That is not activism.
That is customer service.
The funniest part of the annual Pride panic is that many of the same people screaming about drag today spent years laughing at men dressing in drag on television, in movies, at charity events, fraternity parties, Halloween parties, military skits, and political fundraisers.
Apparently drag was perfectly acceptable right up until somebody started treating drag performers like actual human beings.
My official Pride Month position remains unchanged:
If a drag queen wants to read a book, let them read a book.
If a drag queen wants to perform a show, let them perform a show.
If a politician wants to take a picture with a drag queen, smile for the camera.
And if somebody spends every waking hour talking about drag queens, I have questions about who is really obsessed.
Happy Pride Month to the drag queens.
Happy Pride Month to the LGBTQ+ community.
And a very special Happy Pride Month to every politician who accidentally became part of the promotional material.
You may not have intended to become allies.
But here we are.
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