fun to dress up

anonymous asked:

Could you explain drag to me? So men dress up as women, I guess? And then they use she/her pronouns and are called queen. Are drag queens trans or is it just a thing for fun? I'm just wondering how it works.

they don’t dress up as women, they dress up as Drag performers. it’s a type of performance art and generally has no bearing on how ppl identify. yes there are ppl who start out as Drag performers and then realize they are trans, or knew were trans from the start. most are cis men who love the artform and the experience of Drag, but there’s also cis women, and trans folks perform too.

this is cuz ppl of all gender identities have fun putting on makeup, dressing up all fancy, and then going to be a star on stage! it’s def a thing ppl do for fun and can be incredibly passionate about this art form. there’s both Drag Queens and Drag Kings, and their art generally has no bearing on their gender identity.  hope tht clears things up turtledove. 

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
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She barely said a word.
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You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

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