okay, so this whole organized-edited-production-of-posts bit has not been happening. so we’re gonna try another way.
FIRST PERFORMANCE
DRAGNET @ METROPOLITAN, 4/18/13
I have a drag name now. It is Princess Mickey Jäger.
I performed tonight. It was my first time getting on stage in drag. It didn’t go exactly as planned, but it was close enough. It was enjoyed. There was much cheering. My singing was probably mediocre/not up to my standards, and I didn’t get to do any of the choreography I planned during the bridge because of having to fit in an extra chorus because words. I do not do them. But that’s one of the other best things about drag, is everyone is fucking hacking it together, and you get to be glamorous and rachet at the same time and everyone just cheers all the fucking louder for it when your shit’s a mess but you fucking owning it anyway, like a queen, like you do. So I had someone tell me mine was their favorite number of the evening, Merrie Cherry kissed my ass before I got off stage, someone else mooned me and had his friend take a photo in the middle of the bar. (I was wearing a jock strap–better photos to come later, in which you will get to *see* why everyone was so excited about my butt, but this will do for now:)
A jolly good time was had by all.
Except for at this one moment, where I was making out with the photographer, and one of the queens side eyes me so I spank her and she turns around and calls me a heterosexual. It was a weird moment. Because here I was, in a jock strap and mustache kissing a man named Tink, and this queen has decided that it’s a het moment. And I was surprised and a smidge hurt and super confused, and I had this internal frantic shuffling moment where I had to process how to react. I ended up faux-throwing-down to defend my queerness/the queerness of my actions. It was pretty performative–at some point in that processing moment I had determined that it was not a good space to get real about my gender identity (or lack thereof) and really confront the issue in a mature way, thus leaving me to do this sassy semi-communicative thing. I don’t feel good about the way I handled it. Learning moment.
Also, I got to test drive making out with the moustache on. This one was attached pretty fucking well, and wasn’t too bulky, so once I got past my initial trepidation I was able to pretty much do what I do and ignore it. Which was cool to discover.
I also got to test drive being attractive to queer men. Uh, it worked. What?
I don’t know what I want out of that. I know that I want queer boys to be attracted to me. I know that I want to be something that they find attractive. I can feel that my drag/genderfucking brings me into that category in a way that my everyday performance of self would not. I don’t know how to feel about that–both drag-me and everyday-me are equally real parts of myself, but one of them is a lot more work. And it’s the hard one that gets their attention. So that’s a thing.
Other thoughts: within the context of this particular queer community, I feel like it’s super subversive for me to be 1. a drag king, 2. a drag king performing a super femme faggy dude instead of marlboro man, 3. a drag king who is not a lesbian. I feel like all three of these things are unexpected in this very primarily cis-gay-male community. And I’m totally genderfucking all of them: I’ve already had several queens think that I was actually a boy in female drag. Which is great. I’m beating them at their own game. But so, so many of them don’t get it, that once they figure me out it doesn’t mean they get to call me a girl, or female. Because it’s not that simple. And one of the reasons I feel compelled to do this (the drag thing) is because it is one of the only times that I feel that I get to fully embody, express, and celebrate with humor and joy how fucking complicated gender is, for me and for everyone. But not all of them are hip to this whole genderqueer conversation. Most of them are just cis gay dudes. So far, I have felt mostly love and appreciation and support for my presence and actions within this community, but I definitely feel that I’ve been selective about my appearance and actions, and specifically biased my choices towards things that would garner positive reactions.
When do I get to be all of me?