Drag ‘performer’, if by performer you count putting on women’s clothes and adopting the simplest two or three moves over and over whilst flapping your mouth open and closed with no particular regard to the song being played.
Often found complaining that the ‘audience’ (
people out for a drink who have to be subjected to this narcissistic nonsense) are talking over ‘her’ act.
The entire
bar could mime the song and this ‘artist’ would still be the one least worth watching. With less energy than a dead battery and make up that looks like a tshirt screen printer has applied it, this is truly the lowest common denominator of
drag. The emaciated gay boy wanting so desperately to fit in and finding a home in the drag community in the hope that ‘any old shit will do’
No
comedy. No performance. No dance skills. No energy. No synchronicity with the
music. No nothing. A man in a dress and poor make up.
Its not
time to quit drag. You never started.
