of plays by Shakespeare.
Women were not
allowed to perform.
Young men would play
the female roles.
No one is in costume but a forthcoming
performance is the reason we’re all here.
Drag Society feels different from any other
Students’ Union society I’ve been to so far.
If you didn’t know why we were here,
you couldn’t tell what brought us together.
No one person looks similar to the other.
We’re not just here because we’re “queer”;
we’re here to create a show together,
but first we must get to know each other.
“Here at Drag Soc,” begins the president,
“we use our drag names and pronouns
of our drag character. I’m Mzz Behavior,
em-zed-zed. You can call me Mzz B and
my pronouns are ‘they’ and ‘them.’”
I’m still getting used to they/them pronouns,
but they/them makes sense for Mzz B.
They are both handsome and beautiful.
They have faint stubble showing
under their light application of makeup,
mahogany foundation, purple eye shadow
and pink lips that match their outfit.
Their outfit reminds me of the Chanel suit
that Marge Simpson buys and then
feels really guilty about. Their hair is not blue