What We Saw at the Groomer Show

You would not believe how untalented those guys performing as “drag queens” are. It is embarrassing. Laughable. Cringey. How do I know? I went to the drag show. 

A few weeks ago, a local public high school in Fairfax Country, Virginia, presented a student performance of the Broadway musical Kinky Boots, the story of a shoe manufacturer down on his luck who gets into fetish wear and discovers he is not so different, after all, from the drag queens he supplies. And he saves his company! Lessons abound!

Only in Fairfax County would school administrators believe this play would be appropriate for students to perform. The school’s own advertising for the play warned of mature content.

It should be noted that the chairman of the Fairfax School board is a loud and proud LGBTQ+ activist who took his oath of office on a gay porn book for kids. 

Along with the play, organizers at the high school invited local “drag queens” to perform at a fundraising “drag brunch.” 

My wife helped organize 40 protestors outside the school. From the number of honks as people sped by on the busy street, we realized there was at least some disgruntlement at what was happening in the school on this particular Saturday. We also got a few middle finger salutes from the oh-so-articulate public-school kids turning into the school parking lot. A few of the drag show groomers came out, too; a sorry lot of aging weirdos.

My wife and I went to the drag show, and this is what we saw.

We were happy to see that the auditorium for the “drag brunch” was not nearly full. Attendees were mostly older shlumpy lefties, angry neighbor ladies, YouTube Karen-types. There was hardly an adult male to be seen. There were some blue-haired, nose-ringed, non-binary students and, sadly, a handful of innocent little ones. 

Oh, did this audience love the three remarkably untalented men who pranced around on stage. The audience shrieked and cheered. It was as if they knew these guys were really rather pathetic, and they were cheering for what they saw as a stick in the eye to middle-class morality.   The audience shrieked and cheered. It was as if they knew these guys were really rather pathetic, and they were cheering for what they saw as a stick in the eye to middle-class morality.  Tweet This

The “dancers” all had goofy drag names: Dixie Crystal, Pirouette, and Orpheus Rose.

Dixie Crystal was the main guy, who called himself the “Drag Mother” to the two other goofballs. He says he was raised by a “Drag Mother” who groomed him, errrrrrr, raised him because his mean mom and dad kicked him out. 

Dixie said Pirouette and Orpheus were “two of the most talented people I have ever known, two of the most talented people on the planet.” 

So, we settled back to watch this amazing show. Oh my. Pretty much all they did was prance, stomp, and pose. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Twirl. Pose. That was it. Oh yes, and lip-synched. They lip-synched. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Twirl. Pose. Lip-synch. That was the amazing drag show. And every time they did a pose, the audience of angry, middle-aged ladies screamed and shouted and clapped. It was so bad. It was like watching a grade-school talent show with none of the cuteness. 

One of the guys, Orpheus Rose, was not dressed as a girl but rather as Zorro, mask and all, in high heels. He had some acrobatic moves. He did a couple of walkovers that had the crowd of older, angry ladies shriek with delirious joy. 

I have to admit, I was expecting much more than what these fellas delivered. Believe me, this was not Cabaret. 

Between stomping, they had a line of patter about how awful their gay lives had been until they found a “drag family.” Did I say they were gay? Oh, super-duper gay. Gay. Gay. Gay. They could not shut up about gay. And this points to the fact that drag is gay, always has been, always will be. There is a straight, uninterrupted line from gay to drag to trans.

Some homosexual pundits, Andrew Sullivan among others, want you to think that the trans madness has nothing to do with gay. Nonsense. They are part and parcel of the same thing. This was abundantly clear at the drag show.  

An angry Karen named Vanessa Hall wrote a piece about the show. She said, “I was challenged, informed, and entertained, which is why art is necessary in this world, because it challenges your assumptions, prejudices and senses.” The fact is, nothing that day challenged Vanessa’s assumptions, prejudices, and senses. Her assumptions, prejudices, and senses were an open door that the groomers gleefully pushed open. 

Vanessa was challenged by the protestors outside and in the room, but she was not really interested in having her assumptions challenged, only in having them confirmed. Did she engage the protestors? No. She called them haters and bigots. A couple of them attended the groomer show and sprinkled a teeny tiny amount of blessed salt on the ground. Vanessa said it could have been anthrax and that what they did was nothing less than a bomb scare. 

The main takeaway of this mess is that the dragsters are laughably untalented, and the crowd for this kind of thing is mostly older, angry, lefty ladies. Fake women. Fake talent. It is all fake, nothing but politics and a stick in your eye.