For a long time, I didn’t watch Drag Race. I considered myself above it. I had no desire to watch it, and the times I’d had to exist alongside its ambient presence (gay bars, peoples’ houses) I tried my best to direct my attention away from the screen. Something about it bothered me—I didn’t know why. I knew as a gay man I was supposed to love Drag Race…
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