There was this one time I was watching Justin Bieber’s Believe (don’t ask) with my live-in BFF Soph and I realized I was getting really into it because I kept whispering “drag king” to myself and squinting so that I could pretend I was in a parallel universe where a lesbian wearing a tight muscle tank could fill arenas and make girls cry with possibility. Once I’d unlocked this reality-shifting mind game, I realized I could apply it to most anything I watched that was absurdly bravado in its machismo or, honestly, would just be really bangin’ if a girl was doing it. After that, we couldn’t stop doing it: we saw dag kings in music videos, drag kings in advertisements, drag kings in concert tour documentaries. And it’s been so amazing, you guys.
When you watch these videos, imagine that they are a subversive act poking fun at masculinity while simultaneously, maybe, being incredibly hot. I promise that it will make the problematic less problematic, the weird a little less weird, and the leather pants as queer as they’re supposed to be.
Bump ‘N Grind
Was really disappointed when I looked up this video on YouTube because the moaning intro of sexual frustration isn’t included, and that’s kind of the entire point. Like, if I don’t get that intro, why the fuck am I watching the video? Oh, right, because if this was happening in a lesbian bar I’d be losing my shit.
Rock Your Body
I’m pretty sure this was filmed in a gay club, so like.
I think I wore all of these outfits this week. I also secretly think that Justin Bieber actually is a drag king who will one day come out with their truths and shock the world. But that’s another story for another day. Also, never follow a girl into a dark convenience store. Pro tip.
I’m sorry but like, I’m just imagining four drunk queer women in menswear awkwardly moving their arms and rapping while scantily-clad women around them drop it to the floor and I’m into that, so. Probably this would happen as a high-grade karaoke performance instead of a full-on drag king act, but a girl can dream.
Why the fuck hasn’t this been done yet. Has it. Send pictures, videos, and plane tickets to the next live performance, please. Also if you’re the human making these dreams come true for me and you need to borrow my fashion tape to make the blazer stay in place while you’re topless, hit me up.
U Don’t Have To Call
Please tell me you’ll perform it in the bathrobe.
Bye Bye Bye
I mean, why the fuck did we even watch “Darren’s Dance Grooves” as kids, anyway? Make it worth it. Make anything worth it.
Whatever, you guys are always saying how much you love Halloween and shit anyway. Get dressed up and get to work. I will gladly raise a glass to you from the back of the room while begging to every goddess who has ever existed that you don’t invite everyone at the bar to come on stage and be part of your dance troupe.
Dancing In The Dark
I’m pretty sure a few of us would sleep with you on the spot if you pulled this one off. I won’t name names. SHOW US THAT BOOTY, BOI.
Spoiler Alert: A-Camp 6.0 will forever be remembered as proof that this video is a zillion times better when performed by queer women. Also, Stef’s gonna be a killer Mark Ronson. I can feel it in my bones.