But sir…
Now listen here. Enough of all this drag queen nonsense, what you need to do is put men who pretend to be women front and center instead.
“Stop flooding every single stage with drag queens, and put speakers with meaning and depth, especially trans and non-binary people, on instead.”
Like this guy for instance. This guy with the long dangly blonde curls, the long dangly earrings, the priddy necklace, the rings on every finger, the long dress with the plunging neckline, the bracelets – [pause for breath] – flood every stage with guys like him instead of drag queens. There’s your meaning and depth right there!
Posers! You’re not doing performativity properly! You’re mocking women all wrong!
But aren’t they both under the same big, happy umbrella?
Depends. Is it pink, slathered in rhinestones, with a lace fringe?
A neat demonstration of just how bad the trans are at being allies to the other causes they’ve parasitised. What a shame there is only finite attention to spread around. The attention one narcissist gets is attention another narcissist does not get – a zero sum game.
Attention Deficit Disappointment strikes again.
So the + in LGBTQAI2SETC+ doesn’t include the DQ’s? How very non-incloosive.
I find drag queens overdone and irritating at this point, but they are at least meant to be colourful and entertaining. This is just a massive bloke in bad accessories whom you aren’t allowed to laugh at for fear of violence, and/or formal workplace cautions, and he’s asking you to pay him for the privilege of being hectored and bullied by him. Why?
It’s because DQ’s don’t generally hide the fact that they’re men. Boring, mocking men, but men nonetheless, and that just won’t do.
Entertaining? I can’t relate. Watching clouds is entertaining, drag is much less so.
There is a local drag queen who was a major figure in social justice circles in the area. Maybe a year ago, a friend passed along an article he had written, on a topic where my friend and I disagreed. I referred to this drag queen as “he”. That was somehow inexcusable. Another friend, female, had earlier said to this DQ, “You are a woman, more of a woman than I’ll ever be”. I cannot even begin to understand this. This man is a man, he has a day job under a male name, he presents as a man at his day job, but it is somehow inexcusable to refer to him as “he” when he is using his “fake woman” persona, nor even to acknowledge the fact that he has a male name and a male persona. Plus, as a “fake woman”, he is somehow more of a woman than an actual woman is.
People knowing they are men is essential to a drag queen’s career; it’s precisely because they are men that people (not me!) find their shtick entertaining.
Sackbut, I’ve known some women who were ashamed not to be more ‘feminine’. They were strong, intelligent, hard working women, but they felt they needed to do something more ‘womanly’ to be a woman. I don’t get that. No matter how much science I do, no matter how many slacks I own, I never saw a reason to doubt I was female. I have never seen the drag queens…or the trans…as more woman than I am. They are less woman than I am, because they are men! But some women have some weird ideas. (Some men do, too.)
They say that because the transwomen and the drag queens have to work at being women, right, rather than just falling into it through an accident of birth? In their minds, womanhood is earned. Sure, pal.
Hey, I haven’t heard the term “female impersonator” in years — can we bring that back?
The strongest, most admirable women I’ve known, and there have been many, were not very interested in maintaining a feminine stereotype. Maybe a little lipstick and an attractive hairstyle, but even then it wasn’t necessary and never consistent. Thier womanhood shone through from depths that cosmetics or frilly attire could neither mask or enhance. It’s just who they were. Males are wholly incapable of imitating this. There’s an essential quality of being female that’s exclusive to females — it can’t be replicated by males. Maybe it’s a physical thing, the whole biological phenotype, but I tend to believe it’s much deeper than that. Males who try to imitate women, even if they believe in earnest that they were born in the wrong body, or have a woman’s mind in a male body, fall pathetically short of being actual women. It’s not some psychological mystique, it’s a biological essence and an ontological reality. In order for people to buy into their fantasy, they must sacrifice their own sensibilities, and play along with the charade. But charades are not sustainable. Reality creeps in and ruins everything at some point. These men who think they have been “living as a woman” have not come close to living as women, they have only lived in a stereotypical contrivance that they think is womanhood. As a male, you can’t become a woman, it’s a biological state of being and you can only be born to it. I really feel a little sorry for people who have existential crises and can’t escape the reality of their situations, but trying to live in a contrived, unrealistic fantasy can only be that much worse. Playing along with fantasies can be fun in the short term, but ultimately it’s unjust (and unkind) to deny reality, particularly when interacting with young people. Perhaps a hobby, or a fetish, but that’s all it should be regarded as. Trans ideology has been taken way, way too seriously. Some may say I’m dismissive, but I say we haven’t been dismissive enough. Let the clowns be clowns, no harm in that, and understand that they are just clowns, but when it comes to serious societal offenses, let’s be real.
I suppose in a sense that is an “advantage” we (women) have over wannabe women. We don’t have to prove anything. We don’t have to work at it and we don’t have to follow The Rules of Feminninniny. We can just get on with life.
The tedium of all that trying to prove seems so…miserable. I’ll never understand wanting it.
Such is the intrinsic problem of performativity.
These are exactly the ideas, attitudes and responses that transgenderism is doing its damndest to promulgate and instill. Being female is a position or award to be earned and attained, rather than a material state of being, like one’s incidental, unavoidable, and irrevocable birth as a member of a particular species. It’s infuriating to see them succeed as much as they do.
And this is the knowledge that genderist work ceaselessly to suppress, anathematize, and punish.
“Our acting is better than their acting. We should be getting all the Oscars.”
These men believe that women have it easy; having been born female, they’re born into the club. Men have to work at “being women”, and they feel their efforts should be rewarded. They’ve managed to turn their male entitlement into righteous fury at being denied what they feel they have earned. This makes them (in their own eyes) underdogs, and is used to prop up the “oppression” narrative.
The more reality intrudes, the harder they have to work. The more holes in the balloon, the more furiously one has to pump in order for it to keep some semblance of the desired shape and volume. This is where the recruitment of useful idiots comes in handy; they can help keep up the pretence, and assure everyone that the balloon is perfectly formed and robust, punishing unbelievers who dare disagree.