BLOBBY'S BLOG

Knock-Down Drag-Out

For a day now, I've been wondered about how I'd write this blog post. If you notice, I have a theme to my posts and try to have a beginning, middle and an end. Or provide you with a certain rhythm or cadence. I can't seem to focus on this one.....or in a certain manner to which I would like.

Denton and I went to Columbus over the weekend (ok, a full 24 hours only). We went to see friends (Morty, George, Dith and Tom), but mostly under the guise of going to.....hang with me here....a drag show. I guess not any drag show, but Mary Ann Brandt's Christmas Show.

While, as always, Mary Ann, was great, I cannot say I'm the biggest fan of drag. I almost got kicked out of the first drag show I attended, it was so bad and I was laughing so hard. Apparently, it wasn't meant to be funny. Ooops.

I have known "Mary Ann" for years and like her creativity and the attention to detail she can put into some numbers. But with it, you have to deal with the other people she has perform with her. Awful.

I won't go into them by name, because not only do you not care, but I don't care! Not an iota. Well, I suppose that isn't true, or I wouldn't be bothering to blog about it.

One of the middling performers used to live across a quarry from Denton and myself (in 1987!) and then we ended up renting a townhouse he was moving out of (in 1993). Since then, s/he has been busted from some drug charges and then opted to do drag. Big girl drag....in every sense of the word. It ain't purdy.

I guess most of this is kind of campy drag. CampIER drag. Maybe you've seen ones that are serious, almost, homages to female performers. Not so much here.

Besides not just getting why to do it in the first place, I really don't get doing it badly. One "performer" was SO bad. Morty turned to me and said, "I think she practiced this for the first time on the drive here". It must have been one short commute too.

Oh - did I mention the Flaggots? That is not a typo. Men with flags....spinning and twirling them. That's all I'm saying about that! (you can kind of see them in the above image.)

Here is what I really don't get: people throwing or giving cash to them for such shitteous performances. Ok, I can barely see giving money for the good ones, either, but you see where I'm going - right?

I know sequins, beads and thigh high boots are expensive, but I ain't funding your hobby. Nope. Ain't doin' it. But I guess us, as a gay population, must have lots of disposable income.

And now what I really really don't get: Lesbians.

Let me qualify. I don't get that it was a huge lesbian population watching the show (well, it was in a lesbian bar, but.....), but the ones hooting, hollering and clamouring to give them all the singles. At least I hope they were only singles. They do know they're not real women, right?

Don't get me wrong, it was fun to hang with the gang and throw back a few cold beers. It was fun to run into an old friend, David S. And going out to dinner with Dith, Morty and George at TipTop was just great. Lots of laughs. Lots of good food. But mostly just great friends.

Next time, we just have to do it without the need for the semi-bad floor show.


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