There is an old gag (I am a big fan of old gags) which goes something like, “I’m not a doctor, I just play one on TV.” I like it, and identify with it, because it resonates with my own performance practice. I do not think of myself as a drag queen, but I know many people do.
The idea that we should have but two options when it comes to our gender presentation, male or female, has always felt ludicrous to me. We are told from a young age what is appropriate to say, wear, think and act out, depending on the physical mapping of the tissues which flesh out our underwear. We are told that the road is forked and, if we choose not to follow the path we were spat out onto, the only possible alternative to our pre-assigned gender is radical surgery which realigns our bodies wholesale so that they fit the opposing prefabricated mould.
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