In celebration of our friends’ engagement, we went to watch a drag queen perform at the gay bar Therapy last night. Sitting in the front row, I was obviously a target, but “Shaquita” had me pegged as a minority audience member from the start (baseball cap and beard don’t blend in this environment)–constantly taunting me (in a flirty and friendly manner) with her privates (real or pretend). I may not fit into gay culture, but I can definitely appreciate their sense of fun. I love feeling like I can travel exotically within my own city.
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