"I absolutely give all the credit to Ru for bringing drag back into our dialogue. At the Gay and Lesbian Center in a youth group, we had a conversation about this. Twenty years ago, the only drag queens we knew about were RuPaul and Sheneneh on Martin. This was the ’90s. Then there was this lull in the early 2000s where all the gay men wanted to be Abercrombie zombies. No one wanted to be the sissy. It was disgusting to be a sissy. We all wanted to go to the gym and get our polo collars popped up and our polo-f*cking-shorts. It got really boring. I remember going through the 2000s thinking, “Where are the f*cking sissies? Where are they at?” I spent most of my young adulthood embracing this idea and all the sudden they were gone. And in season one, Ru brought it all back. I’m so glad that people are now arguing and craving it, and there’s a dialogue. Ru brought it back. Queens have been around, but Ru got people to talk about them in their homes again."
This just hits home so fucking much when I was coming to terms with my various identities in middle school. The gap that existed between who I wanted to be and who I felt I had to be because of the presentation of gayness or queerness in the media at that time made my journey so fucking difficult until that first season of Drag Race and exploring my own sense of queerness and femininity.
(Source: theblackqueermaenad, via fuckyeahraja)
"What they don’t understand about birthdays and what they never tell
you is that when you’re eleven, you’re also ten, and nine, and eight, and
seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two, and one. And when you
wake up on your eleventh birthday you expect to feel eleven, but you don’t.
You open your eyes and everything’s just like yesterday, only it’s today. And
you don’t feel eleven at all. You feel like you’re still ten. And you are —
underneath the year that makes you eleven.
Like some days you might say something stupid, and that’s the part of
you that’s still ten. Or maybe some days you might need to sit on your
mama’s lap because you’re scared, and that’s the part of you that’s five.
And maybe one day when you’re all grown up maybe you will need to cry like
if you’re three, and that’s okay. That’s what I tell Mama when she’s sad and
needs to cry. Maybe she’s feeling three.
Because the way you grow old is kind of like an onion or like the rings
inside a tree trunk or like my little wooden dolls that fit one inside the
other, each year inside the next one. That’s how being eleven years old is."