Drag queens.
In this city is an establishment where they have drag queen brunches on Sunday mornings. You can go eat your eggs benedict while watching some poof flouncing around in ridiculously over-the-top womens' clothes and clownish makeup while singing show tunes.

Why the fuck would I want to see that? Honestly, I don't care if you're gay, it doesn't bother me. If you're a guy who likes to dress as a woman, fine- make yourself happy. But this sort of in-your-face screaming flaming queen nonsense just utterly leaves me cold. It's the gay equivalent of lounge lizards in polyester leisure suits with gold chains and open shirts and stuffed underwear.

If someone can explain why this has appeal to anyone, I would be most grateful.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 15 Oct 2009, 16:06, 3 replies)

I've never worked this one out either
I AM gay but I'm gay because I fancy blokes, men who are men with butch hairy bodies, muscles and appropriate dangly bits.

I never see the point of some bloke pretending to be a hideous woman. I mean, WHY?
(BearWithLittleBrain, Thu 15 Oct 2009, 16:24, closed)

THANK YOU.
This has been my point all along. I had a girlfriend years ago who loved going to see the drag queens and tried several times to get me to go with her. The only thing less appealing to me would have been to see Rue McClanahan stripping.

It's like they took the worst parts of Judy Garland and clowns and mashed them together with Boy George.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Fri 16 Oct 2009, 0:17, closed)

my best friend is gay
drag queens terrify him
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Thu 15 Oct 2009, 20:57, closed)