You Go, Girl!

Hai!  My new favorite t.v. show is “RuPaul’s Drag Race” on LogoTV.  You know, the gay channel that has commercials for lesbian cruises to the Caribbean?

I watched it for the first time last night and got sucked in by all the drag queen drama and fabulosity.  It was the season finale where America’s Next Drag Queen Superstar was chosen.  The show is kind of a cross between American Idol, Project Runway and La Cage aux Folles.  The winner was “Tyra Sanchez,” who was victorious over the other two finalists, “Raven” and “Jujubee.”  Of course, there was much backstage bitchiness, but what was fascinating was the part of the show they call “Untucked,” (think about it) where the contestants are shown without all the big hair and makeup and simply as….men.  But when they are transformed into drag queens…..well….the transformation boggles the mind.

Damn!  Those “girls” looked so good, that if I had to share a stage with them, I’d come off looking like a lumberjack or a longshoreman in comparison.  I am female, but they are uber-females, honey!   And RuPaul herself/himself is something else. 

Here are some of his/her quotable quotes:

“You are a burning sensation and I don’t want an ointment to clear it up.”

“With hair, heels, and attitude, honey, I am through the roof.”

“I do not impersonate females! How many women do you know who wear seven inch heels, four foot wigs, and skintight dresses?”

“What other people think of me, is none of my business.”

“I don’t know karate but I do know kr-a-zy.”

“We are born naked – the rest is drag.”

 

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6 thoughts on “You Go, Girl!

  1. i am peripherally attached to a local drag revue troupe – and adore them. like you, when i see them transformed? they are better at being women than i’ll ever be – and i’m humbled….

    may have to see if my local cable provider carries this channel…

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    • “I’m a lumberjack and I’m okay
      I sleep all night and I work all day

      I cut down trees, I skip and jump
      I like to press wildflowers
      I put on women’s clothing
      And hang around in bars

      I cut down trees, I wear high heels
      Suspenders and a bra
      I wish I’d been a girlie,
      Just like my dear Papa”

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  2. At 62, I find that my girlish femininity is waning along with any stray estrogen still stored in my fat cells; I could use a RuPaul makeover, honey! I bet he could do wonders for me!

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