Usually the word drag is synonymous with drag queens when used around the GBLTI community; it’s not to say we’re all obsessed with them – I know quite a few gay men, myself and my partner included, who just don’t understand the fascination or purported enjoyment of even watching a drag show.
But, clearly, there’s plenty who do.
The funny thing is though that after a while you start to see so much of society is obsessed with drag. Drag queens usually act as caricatures of femininity; the makeup, clothes and stylings will be over the top, to say the least.
However, drag queens aren’t the only people into drag – far from it.
Leather nights? Arseless chaps or full leather trousers, leather vest, leather cap and leather boots? That’s drag.
Marching twinks in skin-tight, minimalist pink shorts wearing angel wings marching in Mardis Gras? That’s drag, too.
But, drag isn’t just confined to the GBLTI community; in fact, it’s a mere microcosm of drag proclivities within the overall community.
Surfies. A friend at University was obsessed with surfer-types. She loved the board shorts, and the entire look of surfers. She said it herself on a few occasions – the grungy-surfer stereotype was a turn-on for her.
Yet there’s one type of drag that’s so pervasive that most people don’t even see it.
Ties. I know the tie was a development on the cravat, which depending on which story you’re reading, either existed to allow the hiding of unclean shirts, or to wipe swords on. Personally, I look at a tie and see something designed by autoerotic asphyxiation fetishists. Having a big neck, a tie isn’t just a statement of formality for me, it’s also a request … if you see me looking down at a screen too long, please pull my head back in case I’ve lost consciousness.
Some consider ties to be statements of importance or gravitas, a marker of respect within business and a statement of authority and seriousness.
I just find them a bit of a drag.