OK, it’s not quite as dramatic as it sounds; he’s not an actual girl. He didn’t secretly begin life as one, nor is he in the process of transitioning into one. But he has started dressing up as one for fun and profit, and it’s taken some getting used to. We spend a lot more of our disposable income on makeup than we used to, for one thing, and there are feathers everywhere.
Last summer — our eighth together, mind you, with nary a whisper of “I want to be a drag queen” in the interim — we were glued to Season Three of RuPaul’s Drag Race on Netflix. Jared has seen every season, but I have not. I have only seen Season Three. Over and over again, because RPDR is produced in such a way that I am riveted to every episode, even if I’ve seen it several times before. Knowing the outcome before we even sit down to watch a given episode, I’m still on the edge of my seat by the second commercial break, yelling my commentary and critique at Jared, at the television, and all up and down Facebook each time, because my ideas and opinions stay fresh like that. (Don’t roll your eyes at me.) Raja totally deserved to win, but I still root for Alexis Mateo each time around, just in case RuPaul does Drag Race like the movie Clue and there might be a surprise ending. But really, as long as they keep sending Carmen Carrera home, I’m happy. Continue reading