The last couple of weeks have provided me with an opportunity to think again on the dangers of being controlled by the crowd, of being conformed to the spirits of our age rather than allowing our minds to be transformed by the working of the Holy Spirit. Two weeks ago in the “new” Orthodox liturgical calendar we read Luke’s version of Jesus’ encounter with the demoniac who was possessed by Legion, so called because the forces that were driving this poor man were many. The appearance of this reading in the lectionary was providential, as it reminded me of the readings offered by René Girard and adapted to a gay audience by theologian James Alison.
I love drag queens. My hat is off to any man who has what it takes to tuck, pluck, and don those dresses.
Gender bender films are fun, but nothing brings me sheer joy and kid giggles like a drag queen who owns the stage with a larger-than-life presence.
I was an undergrad at UK the first time I went to a drag show. Nothing in my life had prepared me for walking into a bar full of sequined gowns, high hair, and even a performer with flaming torches and a boa constrictor…