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Drag Queen Beauty

They’re loud and proud, brassy and flashy Wigs that make Dolly Parton proud Glitzy dresses that sparkle Pounds of heavy make up They’re buxom beauties Feathered boas Flamboyant Drag queen Men

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M. L. Kiser

Date: 2/21/2019 3:06:00 AM

Everyone has t be something, otherwise what's the point of existence? When I'm not blue or purple or a unicorn...I'm an artist and a poet.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 2/21/2019 7:12:00 AM

I like being a faerie too, and you - a dragon for sure!

Ann Gilmour

Date: 2/19/2019 5:08:00 PM

I love this Caren, your poem has transported me to the front row where I am drinking in the sheer joy they convey! Wonderful write - love it! Kindest thoughts Ann xx

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 2/19/2019 6:31:00 PM

They are insanely exciting and fun!

M. L. Kiser

Date: 2/19/2019 8:48:00 AM

Bingo! Oh wait...no...you've got it right!

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 2/19/2019 6:31:00 PM

Thank you. I have been there twice. I cannot get enough of it.

Charles Messina

Date: 2/19/2019 6:00:00 AM

They could be quite entertaining I have to admit..lol One of my favorite movies is Victor Victoria...I guess Julie Andrews would be considered a drag king..lol

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 2/19/2019 8:05:00 AM

I guess she would be, and I have always liked her a bunch.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 2/19/2019 5:51:00 AM

Great write! You caught the essence of the drag queen.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 2/19/2019 8:05:00 AM

Thank you Kim. Their essence is terrific; so much self-confidence!

Line Gauthier

Date: 2/18/2019 10:18:00 PM

I love it, Caren. Drag queens are SUPER FAB! I'm so envious of their FLAMBOYANCE.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 2/19/2019 5:40:00 AM

I took my best gal pal to one of the drag queen shows, and we ended up in the front row. I was laughing so hard, I was throwing myself off my chair with sheer happiness. I feel like they are "my tribe". I am ready to be a drag queen next; too bad they are all men. I wonder if I could get by with this pretense?